The southern coast of Gilneth is almost desolate, there is a bite reef, which is destined to not be too prosperous, in fact, after the establishment of Gilneis, almost never invested much energy into this coast, the danger is there, which is already doomed that there will be no fleet to attack this country from the south.

But today is different! From Greymane Manor in the southwest of Gilneth to the Storm Bluffs in the southeast, the barren coastline is already full of cyan creatures, like a deep-sea nightmare coming out of the sea, the upper body can barely see the human form, but the lower body is a complete giant snake, and the whole body is covered with scales, and the fleshy wings of fish, as well as tentacles and bone spurs of various colors.

A real mollusk, but as eerie as a venomous snake.

Where the cold yellow snake pupils swept through, the kind of malice contained in them made all the creatures who were watching couldn't help but shudder.

This is the Naga, a twisted creature formed 10,000 years ago following the glory of the Kadore Empire to sink to the bottom of the sea, for hundreds of millions of years, they have been hidden under the deep sea, except for the conservative Night Elves, no one will consider them a threat to the world, but today, this ordinary day in the world of Azeroth, they have stepped out of the deep sea and launched an attack on the coastline of the entire world.

Gilneth was just one of the stops, but it was clear that the terrain meant it was a key area for the Naga to attack.

Most of the Black Forest in the southeast has fallen, and the fortress of Winddale built by the Moonfury Werewolf and some humans has been completely destroyed by the savage sea beasts driven by the Naga, and everything in its path will be trampled into dust and eaten by the savage creatures of the unbelievable number of fish-man legions.

This is a cruel scene that will not appear even when facing werewolves, at least werewolves do not eat people! But in the eyes of the fish people, these land creatures are all food!

"The Fish-Man is rushing up again!"

The mournful sound of the horn resounded through the gloomy sky, and Lord Walden, who was sitting on the ground, was struggling to rest, and he felt the ground shake slightly, which had happened too many times in the past two hours.

He gritted his teeth and propped himself up with a halberd stained with icy liquid, and strode to the lookout, not needing a telescope, and the fish that had washed out of the water lapping the shore came into his eyes.

Of course, Gilneth also has fishmen, creatures like big fish with legs and hands, almost every inch of Azeroth, and their adaptability to the environment is simply outrageous, Walden remembers that when he was a child, the first time he fought with his father was to expel the fish-man bandits near the manor, but at that time, he only faced more than 30 fish-men.

Those cunning creatures are cowardly, cowardly, and even kneel on the ground to pray for their lives, they seem to have their own language, but they do not have their own civilization, even an ordinary adult, with a weapon in hand, can easily kill a fishman.

But the question is, in front of his eyes, on the entire coastal battlefield that has been completely covered by the corpses of fish men and soldiers, how many fish people rushed out this time?

Like the crabs that crawl onto the beach every autumn to spawn, almost one after the other, Walden felt a wave of dizziness in front of his eyes, even if someone told him that this was all the fish-people in the world, he would not hesitate to believe how many fish-people they had killed in the past two hours.

I can't count them, but even so, the number of these damn creatures hasn't decreased even a little bit!

Hell, their whirl-hu-la-hu-squeeze is irritating, they hold all sorts of junk weapons in their hands, and even fishmen carry the leg bones of unknown creatures as war hammers, they have no armor, they use their scales to resist the blades of the Gilneth warriors, and they are even as tall as a child.

But the quantity! damn the quantity!

"First row! Ready!"

The voices of the front-line commanders had become unusually dry, and the warriors barely had any time to rest, clenching the muskets in their hands in a numb manner, which was probably the only thing they were lucky about, and behind them was the last human settlement in Gilneis, where the royal family had stockpiled enough weapons and ammunition to protect the large peninsula, as well as leather armor and some iron armor.

In fact, if it weren't for the protection of these armors, the soldiers who held on to this front would have been overwhelmed by the fish people, and the Gilneys men never lacked courage, but now, with no reinforcements behind them, they were the only fighters who protected the country.

All they can rely on is the weapons in their hands, the armor on their bodies, and the comrades around them, and nothing else.

"Bang!"

The white smoke of the first row of muskets rose violently on the battlefield, and the fishmen who were screaming like they had hit an invisible wall, green blood was flying, this amount, this distance, there was no need to aim at all, but this salvo did not stop the fishmen from advancing at all, and all the warriors could see that in the looming waves, there were even more terrifying giant snakes driving the fishmen to attack.

The Nagas are not unintelligent savage creatures, and their attack is simple, the fishmen charge, and when the will of the defenders is broken, it is the turn of the more difficult Naga warriors to take on.

The second volley rang out, and under the command of Lord Walden, the soldiers who were ready to assault the charge formed three rows behind the musketeers, and they held sharp spears in their hands, and after forming a gun formation, they could effectively block the attack of the fishmen, in fact, they had used this method to hold out for the past two hours.

Lord Walden also stood among the soldiers with a halberd, he was already a little out of strength, but as a commander, he could not leave, the 3,000 warriors and 2,000 civilians who volunteered to join the battlefield along the entire coastline were here to die, he was unwilling to retreat.

And standing beside him was a middle-aged man in leather armor that didn't fit very well, not very inconspicuous, with a gray beard, which was the most ordinary kind of person, and it could be seen from the old dress he was wearing that this was not a soldier, but more like a small businessman doing business.

Walden took a deep breath, and in this moment of extreme exhaustion, he suddenly wanted to find someone to talk to, the fish-men's forward was less than 300 meters away from them, and the musketeers fired a maximum of 3 more volleys, and it was time for him to step forward and face the battle.

The Lord smiled self-deprecatingly, but before he could speak, a half-smoked cigar was handed to him, which made the Lord froze for a moment, and he turned his head to see the bearded man spitting out a smoke ring and grinning at him.

On a normal day, this kind of transgression would even be regarded as an insult by the nobles, but now, Walden did not want to pay attention to those things anymore, he took the half of the inferior cigar, and did not dislike the dirty, and took a hard breath on his mouth, the spicy smoke reluctantly lifted his tired spirit.

The Lord took a comfortable breath of the smoke ring, then handed the cigar in his hand to the next soldier, he stretched out his hand and smiled at the bearded middle-aged man,

"Green Walden, Lord of Dragonbone Bay"

The middle-aged small merchant stretched out his rough hand, took Walden's hand and shook it, "George Marin, the identity of the small shopkeeper in the Gilneth business district, but now, a soldier." ”

Lord Walden was silent for a moment,

"yes, we're all soldiers. ”

After a while, he asked, "Are you scared, George? ”

The little merchant moved his shoulders, clenched the spear in his hand, and spat disdainfully,

"Just by them?"

This reaction made Walden froze again, and then laughed, and he patted George Marlin on the shoulder,

"You're going to make a good soldier, George. ”

"Prepare for the onslaught!"

The herald's shout rang out at this moment, looking at the fish-man less than 50 meters away, feeling the ground shaking heavier and heavier, the last volley of the musketeers was fired, Walden and the soldiers with spears in hand strode forward and put their spears on their chests, each with a different expression on their faces.

There's anger, there's sadness, there's apathy, there's despair.

But when the ugly, wow-wow-squeezing fish-men rushed up in a frenzy, all expressions were gone, and there was only one left, irritable and angry.

"Die!"

"Poof"

The spear in Walden's hand, driven by his strength, pierced the body of the three-headed fish-man in a row, like a flesh and blood flag, which was held and waved by the lord with both hands, sweeping, sweeping, at this moment, Walden was simply unstoppable!

The entire space in front of him was almost swept away by him, the terrible wails of the fish-men and the stumps and severed arms were thrown everywhere, the pungent smell made Walden want to vomit, but he couldn't, he roared and strode forward, like an angry god of war, his bravery inspired the soldiers, who followed the breach, and launched a counter-charge.

There are many fishmen, but their weakness is undeniable, and in the face of the human warriors who have really fought their fire, after they unite, these fishmen have no hope of breaking through at all.

But just as Walden wanted to sweep again, the spear in his hand seemed to hit a solid rock, and the sharp shock caused the spear to come out of his hand, and the lord looked up in astonishment, and saw a fierce Naga warrior looking at him condescendingly, his scaly arms holding a huge rust-colored trident, and it was this out-and-out heavy weapon that swept away his spear.

The long battle made Lord Walden's energy tense to the extreme, and the moment he saw this fierce Naga warrior, the lord smashed it with a punch, but the tall Naga also threw a punch with a cruel smile, and the latter slammed the lord to the ground, and a clear fist mark was imprinted on the armor on his chest, and his chest hurt so much that he almost cried out.

Naga raised his heavy trident in both hands, his cold gaze full of disdain.

"Filthy land creatures... Die!"

The trident roared down, and Walden closed his eyes in despair, but after 2 seconds, the pain did not come, and the Lord opened his eyes, and saw a dark shadow in front of him, and used his hands to hold the trident that had been smashed down with great force.

George Marlin had a cigar butt in his mouth and turned his head to look at Walden, who looked at him in amazement.

"You..."

"You're a good lord, you don't deserve to die here..."

George's voice became hoarse, and as his arms grew thicker, the Naga warrior let out an angry roar as his strength was overwhelmed by the damned human.

And the black mane also flew out on George's face and arms, and 1 second later, a tall black-maned werewolf appeared in front of Walden, fierce, wild breath almost rushed to the face, the werewolf's claws waved forward, Naga's body shook, and the figure took a few steps back.

"Go back, Walden, the defense still needs you!"

George took a deep breath, and as if with a hint of determination, he threw down a sentence, and then opened his paws, raised his head to the sky and roared, and the terrible wolf howl was heard throughout the battlefield of humans and fishmen in an instant,

"Hidden brothers, come, Gilneth needs our strength!"

"Whoa!"

One after another, the wolf howls rang out on the battle front, they may be small businessmen hidden among ordinary people, maybe they are kind cooks, maybe ordinary husbands, maybe they are old grandfathers, they are infected by the werewolf plague for one reason or another, but they are exposed to the moon wrath and get those precious potions.

They could have gone into hiding and lived in mortal society for the rest of their lives.

Now, the safety of the 120 civilians rests on these soldiers, but they are too tired, mortal bodies are too weak, and they need help, so George stands up, and between his own freedom and the safety of the group, he chooses to take the initiative to expose his secrets.

After him, more werewolves who hide among mortals have stepped forward, and they want to protect their loved ones, even if their relatives will later see them as monsters.

But so what?

For heroes, looks don't matter, do they?