Shocked by the size of the Horde's army, Loria didn't count their numbers, but saw many orcs, minotaurs, and trolls pushing forward...... For some reason, she didn't see the Forsaken...... Ha, what are you thinking, Sylvanas is still hiding from the Lich King, and she will not leave the Undercity easily.

Besides, they are enemies, mortal enemies, and does she want to be praised by the Banshee King and let her see her small achievements?

The wolf was still watching over her until the tribe's army was thinned and its unkeept-looking master came this way.

The orc, who was no longer young, pulled a piece of rope from under the wolf's saddle and shook it at Loria, yelling at Loria in a terrible lingua franca: "Prisoner...... Obedient...... Or die. ”

"I, fighting, was hard. Loria pointed to the corpses of the undead on the ground in the distance, and shouted in an orc language that was no better, "Honor!

Noticing Loria's fluid and blood stains of the undead, the orc scratched his head in anguish, sighed later, and said in an orc voice, "Well, a man who has fought hard to the point should not be tied up like a slave. ”

The orc put the rope away, and he wanted to ride the wolf himself, but in the end he let Loria do it, and walked with him.

Loria watched everything around her curiously, the trolls' eyes were gloomy, and the minotaurs who gathered in groups sometimes looked at her curiously, while most of the orcs ignored her, and the few would curse as they passed her, but did not stop to attack her.

Most of them were led by old wolves or kodomons, which were carrying many parcels, and the ranks were not moving very fast, apparently the auxiliary forces of the tribe - the vanguard and the main force may have long since ended the battle.

Loria tried to discern the tribes' conversation in her not-so-sophisticated orc and minotaur languages, but received little useful information other than knowing that it was a mix of civilians who had come to explore.

Constant wolf cavalry ran towards the back of the ranks, and they passed orders from the tribal commander...... Loria regained some strength, but had no intention of escaping, and in the rare event that she had such an opportunity, she planned to observe the tribe up close.

She tried to talk to the orc who had captured her, but the latter didn't bother to talk to her, and writhed a few times in boredom on the wolf's broad back, and the team finally returned to the watchtower.

The Captain and several of his soldiers, as well as some of the surviving mercenaries, were driven into the orcs with wounded and desperate resistance to the undead's attack, mocked by the honor-conscious tribe...... Considering the delicate hostile relationship between the two sides, it is a rare courtesy to just be tied up.

…… After the Anubrak retreated, the undead army seemed to have lost their fighting spirit, and they began to retreat, and Sarufar returned with his elite wolf cavalry in pursuit.

Both sides have sent in suspected main forces, but they are not fighting to the death, and they may be worried about other enemies - such as the Alliance, such as the Scarlet Crusaders.

Loria still can't figure out the reason for the surprise attack of the undead army, is it just for a watchtower?

Sarufar decided to set up camp under the watchtower, and while the tribes were busy setting up camp, the ground shook again, and the orcs roared to pick up their weapons again, only to be ordered to stand still...... It was much later that Loria, who had been stuffed into a large tent with the other Alliance captives, learned that the belated Alliance army had also set up camp a few hundred meters away, and the two camps had long been accustomed to making harmless stumbling blocks at each other's convenience, only because they had cooperated in Silishus not long ago, and now they had the common enemy of the Scourge Undead, so they did not start fighting as soon as they met.

But past grievances and occasional skirmishes are not something that can be erased by a common enemy, and the Horde takes advantage of the situation to grab the Coalition's watchtower, and the Alliance blocks the way for the Horde to return to the division.

This was not what she had planned to do in the first place, she had hoped to gather enough information to sneak away, but now she was trapped in the camp of the tribe, locked up with a large group of rough guys, living a life of captivity that was not very pleasant, the orcs were obviously as much neglected by her appearance as humans, she was still not bound, but she could not leave the camp where the captives were held. With the enemy on the flanks and the makeshift barracks heavily guarded, it was impossible for Loria to sneak away without disturbing anyone, and even though she had now regained her strength and magic, she still didn't dare to act on her own.

She didn't want to let the two swords rattle each other because of her escape.

She welcomes the Alliance and the Horde to pinch each other, but without the threat of natural disasters, without the need to inexplicably carry many lives.

The next day, a few of the mercenaries could no longer endure such a life and began to cry like a nervous breakdown, but the captain scoffed at their fears, knowing the little unwritten agreements of the Alliance and the Horde.

For example, captive exchange.

Early on the morning of the third day, according to the principle of one for one, the Union soldiers and those mercenaries were released.

Then Loria can enjoy the large tent on her own......

She anxiously bites her nails and circles around the tent, registered as the last one because she was captured by the militia, and the Alliance happens to have one less orc.

Loria poked her head out of the tent and was immediately greeted by the stare of several guards, these elite orc guards were obviously not in a good mood at the moment, if she could be exchanged for a tribe, I am afraid they would not mind making a little irritation of her...... Miss Loria, who had been convicted of her human appearance, had to retract her head in a huff, the Horde camp was heavily defended, even if the Alliance had withdrawn, and the dwelling of the terrifying Sarufar who could fight the cockroach monster was not far from here, and she was not sure if she would be able to escape

It's not that she can't, it's that it's not worth the risk, she's not in danger anyway, she's just uncomfortable.

Gradually, she began to think about the battle she had fought not long ago, and aside from the terrible mental damage caused to her by the disgusting bugs, she really didn't have much to do against the monster called Anubarak that came out of the ground.

She's good at killing human-like demons and spellcasters, but she's struggling to deal with weird things — and when she's struggling with Alice, she barely takes advantage of them.

Rolling on the haystack, Loria looked at her slender arms and thought to herself that she probably wouldn't have the hard way of fighting monsters like Sarufar in her life, and she had to start with magic.

Rolling around the licorice pile again, she fell asleep heartlessly with countless unrealistic but effective magical designs in her mind.