Originally, Aelita would not have agreed to Fang Hua staying on the front line of the battle, because he was still a seriously injured man a few minutes ago after all. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Anything can happen during a battle, and if the orc forces were to come into close contact with them for a while, it would be impossible not to do anything.

Only a thousand warriors remained here, and although the orcs did not come much, there were at least more than 20,000.

1,000 against 20,000, especially if the other party is still a fierce orc force, it is not bad that the warriors of their Moon Blade Tiger clan can protect themselves.

It is impossible to divide people to take care of Fang Hua, even if she has to deal with the two demigods of the other party, Aelita knows her own affairs.

She won't lose easily against any of them, no matter who wins or loses, it's normal, but if she is made to pair two, then she only has the power to protect herself.

But what should Fang Hua do when the time comes, can it be said that he will leave him to fend for himself?

That's impossible, as a moon-bladed tiger who values love and righteousness, she will never watch the benefactor of her clan die in the hands of those goggles and be indifferent.

She would definitely do her best to protect him, but her ability was limited, so the safest way now was to let Fang Hua evacuate in advance.

But what Aelita didn't expect was that Fang Hua turned into a donkey at this moment, and he didn't listen to any persuasion, and even said that if anyone dared to forcibly take him away, he would kill himself.

At this moment, if it weren't for the fact that the orc army was about to approach their attack range, Aelita really wanted to repair Fang Hua fiercely, she had never seen such a rogue demigod master.

Seeing that more than 20,000 orcs had already stepped into their attack range, Aelita had to temporarily give up the idea of letting Fang Hua retreat first, and turned her head to stare intently at the orcs below the mountain.

When all the orcs stepped into their attack range for the first time, Aelita gave the order to start the attack, and for a moment a small black ball of black pressure shrouded the heads of the orc army.

Gul'dan under the mountain was unusually familiar with such small black balls, which had caused his army of the undead to be wiped out a few hours earlier.

He had already kept an eye on the attack this time, and passed an order in his clan in advance, if they encountered such an attack from the other party, they must immediately disperse and retreat as soon as possible.

As for Kilrog's clan, he was embarrassed, he had already reported the previous engagement to Neozu in its original form.

As for whether Neozu reminded Kirrog or not, it was none of his business, and it wasn't the warriors of his clan who would lose at that time.

It was precisely because of this selfish nature of his Gul'dan that the two clans reacted completely differently.

When Guldan's clan saw a small black ball appear in the sky, most of the orcs reacted by immediately scattering, and then the girl overtook him.

And Kilrog and the orcs in his clan were confused, and they didn't know why all of a sudden, their comrades who were attacking the mountain with them would make such a move.

However, they were not in a circle for long, and after a few seconds Kilrog and his men understood, but unfortunately they paid the price of blood to understand.

Due to the suddenness of the incident and the strength of the Moonblade Warriors, only half of Gul'dan's men were withdrawn, while Kilrog and his men were completely within the range of the opponent's attack.

After a loud burst of explosions, a bewildered Kilrog looked behind him, and as he could see his men lying down.

Some were motionless, some were still there with faint moans, and some were there screaming loudly.

There are about three thousand such orcs, and his subordinates account for at least two thousand, six or seven hundred, and Kilrog's eyes are blood-red, and at this moment he wants to kill Gul'dan.

Although it was the Moonblade Tiger on the mountain that caused his loss, Guldan was obviously more hateful, he was an ally with him, but he resolutely betrayed himself and his clan.

Guldan's performance was already obvious just now, they knew that the other party had such an attack, if he could have told himself sooner or even a minute earlier, his men would not have lost so much.

Such allies are more hated than enemies, and just as Kilrog was about to rush up to "have a good talk" with Gul'dan, another dark cloud drifted in the sky.

Kilrog let out a roar:

"All the orcs of the Blood Cave Clan, immediately retreat down the mountain with the injured clansmen around you!"

At the sound of an order, in the Blood Cave Clan, the orcs who were not injured immediately picked up the seriously injured orcs who were incapacitated and were about to rush down.

The less lightly injured orcs endured the pain one by one, got up and ran down desperately, but their speed was not as fast as the grenades that flew over.

Under the shroud of a grenade, a large number of orcs of the Blood Cave Clan fell, counting the more than 4,000 who had just fallen.

And there are many who have fallen, dragged down by helping the injured people, and Kilrog's distress is simply dripping blood.

He was about to ask his people to rescue the fallen orcs, but the third wave of the Moonblade Tiger's attack came, and in desperation, Kilrog had no choice but to give the order to abandon the orcs who had fallen to the ground.

He quickly evacuated with the orcs who were still able to move, and the wails of the clansmen echoed in his ears as he left.

This nearly broke the always strong Kilrog, who did one of the things he despised the most, and that was to leave his people behind and run away.

But if he didn't, then the people behind him who weren't injured or not seriously injured didn't know how many they were going to get into, and God knows how many of those things they had on the other side.

Another explosion rang out, and Kilrog stopped with his people in a perfectly safe spot, pausing to listen carefully to the place where the explosion had just occurred.

How he wished he could hear the cries for help from the injured people, which meant that they were not dead, and that he still hoped to be able to save them.

But he didn't hear even the slightest movement when his eardrums broke, and the area where the explosion had just exploded was now as quiet as a ghost.

Kilrog kept walking around, he wanted to send someone to see if his wounded people could be saved, but he was afraid that the people he had sent would be trapped there again.

For a moment Kilrog was in a dilemma, and after five minutes of waiting, Kilrog finally made up his mind that he was going to see it for himself.

This time he will not take a large army with him, he is from among his clansmen who are still alive and not injured. A hundred agile warriors were singled out.

Kilrog led them straight to the spot where they had just been attacked, and where Kilrog's eyes were almost filled with blood!

It's really miserable, the more than 4,000 orc warriors under his command have just been blown up by three consecutive rounds of explosions, and now there is no one who can breathe!

Kilrog roared and led his men to rush down the Moonblade Mountain Range with speed!

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