Just thinking about it like this, Orgrim felt that his forces were stretched thin - it seems that in the next war, he will still have to rely more on the power of the red dragon, I hope Zuhd will not let himself down! and...... It seems that the kobolds mentioned by Zujin as vassals of the trolls...... Maybe it could be put to good use - although Ogrim could trample ten of these filthy and cunning little creatures to death with a single step, there were enough of them to be used as cannon fodder......

"Die, monster!" a royal guard of Lordaeron wielded his two-handed broadsword, slashing an abominable orc to the ground, then piercing its neck with the blade. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The guard pulled his weapon from the orc and turned to look for his next opponent, but suddenly felt a slight tremor of the ground beneath his feet, and he turned his head sharply, and a huge monster was rushing towards him.

The royal guard of Lordaeron did not know that the monster's name was the ogre, and he thought that the roaring thing was a variant of the orcs, and rolled on the ground in embarrassment, and the guard dodged the ogre's attack, only to fall into the siege of the two orcs.

Seeing the two orcs rushing towards him, the royal guard of Lordaeron was in a hurry, so he could only hold up his big sword and try to stab it diagonally upward, while twisting his body slightly, dodging the spear stabbed at him by an orc.

The thick iron tip of the spear plunged into the grass beside the guard, and the orc was pierced in the lower abdomen by the guard's sword, and the dying orc had a look of disbelief in his eyes before he fell limply to the ground with his spear in his hands.

That's all he could do - the heart of the royal guard of Lordaeron was full of regret - not because he was about to be cut in two by a battle axe in the hands of another orc, but because he was not able to kill a few more orcs in the service of His Majesty.

Fortunately, the guard miraculously escaped - just as he waited for his death, the orc's movements suddenly froze, and a small dot suddenly protruded between his protruding eyes, and while the guard was still surprised, the orc fell to the ground suddenly.

The royal guard of Lordaeron seemed to understand something at the sight of the still slightly quivering arrow stuck in the back of the orc's head, and he quickly rolled up from the ground, and then saw a female High Elf Ranger smile at him from afar—she had saved him.

"Are you alright?" several comrades asked as they ran to the guard's side, leaning back to back, in a circle, gasping for breath - they were supposed to form a team to face the orc siege, but their formation had been disrupted just now in order to escape the damn ogre that had run out of nowhere.

"It's fine. The guard replied simply, then shouted at the High Elf Ranger in the distance, who was still bending his bow and arrows, "Elf, come to us!"

The High Elf froze for a moment, then ran quickly towards her, and the guard led his teammates to meet the High Elf, placing her in the protective circle of his squad.

"My name is Helena, not 'Elf'!" the High Elf grumbled, curling the bow behind the guard, her small chest rising and falling slightly with her breathing.

"Helena?" the guard froze for a moment, then subconsciously replied, "My name is Paul." ”

"Paul......? Cheesy name, Quel'Thalas wouldn't have been called Paul. The High Elf muttered quietly, not caring at all, because it was so close, and her words were clearly heard by the group of royal guards of Lordaeron.

Paul was a little embarrassed by the casual laughter of his companions, and he didn't say anything, just moved quickly with his comrades, holding the formation while launching a fierce attack on the orcs along the way, to relieve the unhappiness of being ridiculed by Helena.

Helena's job seemed to be a little easier, her slender fingers twisting at the very thin strings of the longbow, sometimes real arrows, sometimes lilac arcane arrows, and with every slight tremble, an orc would strike an arrow—some only slowing down the savage creatures, but others deadly.

"So, cheesy Paul, what are you calling me to come over?" asked Helena, as she shot her arrows leisurely—it turns out that the beautiful High Elf Ranger was still a talker.

"I ......" Paul choked on Helena behind him, and almost stumbled under his feet, and said with some annoyance, "I am here to protect you! Don't you know how dangerous it is on a battlefield full of orcs and such huge monsters?"

"Danger?" Helena's crisp laugh sounded like a wind chime, "I just saved you, soldier!"

The laughter of her companions grew louder and louder—but Paul calmed down a little—yes, she had just saved her life. Paul thought for a moment and said, "Yes, I thank you, but it's really dangerous on the battlefield......"

"Twelfth!" Paul's words were interrupted by Helena's sudden coquettish shout, and the High Elf Ranger said happily, "I have killed twelve orcs, and I can't count how many I have been wounded, do you want to teach me a lesson, soldier?"

Twelve?--Paul was a little staggered, his team had already lost two of his comrades, but he had never killed twelve orcs until now...... "That's because you're an archer, but you have to be careful, if you get close to the enemy, you ......"

"Hey, that big guy is back! let's kill it! You go first, soldier!" Helena had no intention of listening to Paul, and she was keenly aware of the tall monster running around the battlefield rushing towards this direction again, so she excitedly proposed.

Of course, it was not so much an offer as an order—for as Helena spoke, the arcane arrows attached to the longbow flew into the troll like meteors, streaked a lilac trail in the night sky, and struck the troll in one of its arms, causing little damage, but succeeding in attracting its attention.

This ogre was supposed to be besieging the Knights of the Silver Hand, and it was supposed that it would not have anything to do with Paul and the others, but it was so stupid that like the One True God, Mr. Zujin, he got lost in his own army and could not find his companions, so he had to run wild on the battlefield.

Now that he had been shot in the arm by Helena's arrow, the ogre's mania had a place to vent, and he strode towards Paul's team.

"Brothers, up!" said Paul, gritting his teeth, and while his squad might be reduced again in the face of the troll, Paul would never forget the commandment that all members of the Royal Guard of Lordaeron must remember - honor is our lives!