So today, the time of my death has come.

Dineen staggered back and leaned against the flagpole behind him. Planted by him before the battle, the Alliance's blue and gold lion banner was deeply rooted in the ground, resisting the weight of his body, allowing him to stand up straight. Blood and sweat blurred his vision, and he struggled to barely get a good grasp of what lay ahead.

Demon.

Overwhelming, like a tidal wave, the army of the Burning Legion.

Even though he could only see large chunks of color now, the area they occupied was enough to see how staggering their numbers were. A rough estimate shows that the number of enemies is far superior to that of Dineh's side, and even the number of people before the battle cannot be compared to the enemy. And at this moment—Dineen glanced around—he didn't see a single figure standing but himself, neither an enemy nor his comrades.

But he laughed uncontrollably.

Even though the severity of the injury caused him to cough violently after just a few laughs, Dineh's face was still full of contempt and disdain. He laboriously raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth to his chin, and shouted at the other side in a raised voice as best he could: "Now you know how powerful the alliance is, bastards!" ”

His voice was hoarse and faint than he had imagined, and was blown away by the wind before he could cross the battlefield, but the provocation was unmistakably conveyed. The demon's front stirred for a moment, responding to his chaotic roar, but soon fell silent again.

They won't come because they don't have to. The human was already extremely weak, and those terrible injuries would consume him in a matter of minutes. Rather than take the lives of a few more demons, it is better to wait quietly for him to breathe - rush forward now, who knows if it will be him who will die?

Really... It's all a bunch of cowards.

Regretfully realizing that they would not rush to their deaths, Dinen raised his head, swallowed the blood that had gushed into his mouth from the roar, and let his body slide down the flagpole, and finally fell to the ground. As soon as the tense nerves relaxed, the remaining strength vanished. He could clearly feel that he was rapidly weakening. Except for the piercing wound in the chest, the pain from other parts has been blurred, only numbness and coldness, and even consciousness has gradually become chaotic. The shadow of death loomed over the body, and this time there was no way for him to escape from the clutches of death.

But so what?

It was a fight without a finger, and I, we, each and every one of us, did our best. We have terrified the enemy, and even if I am the only commander now, you bastards will not dare to step forward. The fate of a warrior should be a tragic battlefield, and I am worthy of the prestige of the Alliance, and I will not be afraid to meet the arrival of death.

But don't think that's the end of it, crumbs! Someone will raise this banner again, and then it will be time for you to flee!

Dinen couldn't see everything around him clearly. So he exhaled very softly and slowly, and slowly closed his eyes, still with an arrogant smile on his face.

- And then, darkness fell completely.

***

The wooden wheels of the carriage crushed the gravel of the road, creaking up and down with the uneven pavement. The monotonous and noisy voice was like a stick, thumping at his confused consciousness.

Wake up.

Instinctively demanded this out of vigilance, but Dinen lazily didn't want to move. He was so tired and weak that he didn't want to pay attention to the dangers that might arise. The desire to rest prevailed, and he did not want to scruple even if he might be held against the vital point by a sharp blade.

But this thought only lasted for a second, and Dineen suddenly came to his senses. Years of adventure had given him an iron will, and this slackness was simply intolerable to him.

After a brief moment of surprise at his sluggishness, Dineen quickly focused. He listened intently to the voices around him. In addition to the noise of the carriage as it moved, he heard four other breathing sounds. Three are on the side, and one is a little farther away.

Soul... Need to breathe?

With such surprise, Dineen slowly opened his eyes.

—and then he met with a pair of blue pupils.

Not pure blue, but with a hint of green, like an undulating ocean. The other party was obviously startled by his sudden awakening, but the next moment, those eyes were full of joy.

"Are you awake?"

The same goes for the sound. It shows that the stranger is sincerely happy that he has awakened. Feeling the other party's kindness, Dineh relaxed a little. He replied briefly, quickly taking in his surroundings.

As he heard, it was the interior of a carriage. It was rudimentary and a little dirty, with a foul smell in the unobstructed air. The faint rays of sunlight seeping through the cracks in this small, dimly lit space made Dineen sure that this was not the place for souls. He had seen the souls of the dead and had broken into the underworld. But none of this corresponded to what he had ever seen.

So, he's still alive?

Dineen couldn't think of how he had survived. He was isolated, dying, outnumbered, and in a certain state of death. But now is not the time to find that answer. He had to figure out his situation first—for example, the rope on his hand.

The broken weapon and the broken armor were nowhere to be seen, he was wearing a simple cloth robe, the wrists of his hands were firmly tied together by ropes, Dinen arched his fingers and touched it, and found that the material was just ordinary hemp. But the implication behind this move is not very friendly. And to be worse than he was ever weaker, tired, and with a splitting headache, Dinen tried to exert himself twice, and a dull pain came from his chest, making him realize that his injuries had only recovered to the point where they would not be fatal. In his heyday, steel handcuffs wouldn't have been able to trap him, but now these simple thick hemp ropes were enough to keep him from breaking free.

Perhaps the only good news is that the person who tied him up did not understand his strength, otherwise he would not have been so careless.

After a few seconds of thought, Dineen looked up at his fellow travelers. All three, all male humans. He didn't know him, but they all seemed to be good at fighting—he wasn't talking about fighting, and his hands were tied just as well. That said, at least now their identities are the same.

Prisoner? Not like. The Coalition army used standard vehicles to transport prisoners instead of dilapidated horse-drawn freight wagons. And the Burning Legion probably won't do it in such a rudimentary way. So is it the tribe?

Dineen didn't mind speculating about his former enemies with the greatest malice. After all, the only way he could communicate with the tribe was to get the other party's brains out first. Even as circumstances forced a joint effort against the Burning Legion's invasion, the already shaky level of trust between the two sides had been at its lowest point after the Battle of Broken Beach. For Dinein, there was no difference between the rival factions and the Legions, and those who felt the same way made up the vast majority of the Alliance and the Horde.

Unable to think of any more information, Dineen decided to talk to his companions. Two of the three looked numb and indifferent, and didn't react more than just turning their heads to look. And the rest was the young man who had just opened his mouth to say hello. His long brown hair was tied back and his sea-blue eyes were clear and bright. A simple set of clothes could not hide his unique temperament, and it could be seen that he had received a good education. Although with the same anxiety and wariness that inevitably came with this situation, his mental state was obviously much better than that of the other two.

At this time, he was looking at Dineh with a curious gaze that would not make people feel offended, and when he saw him, the other party took the initiative to laugh and took the lead in speaking: "If you don't wake up again, those people are going to throw you out to feed the beasts." ”

"That's a pity," Dineen gritted her teeth slightly, "I've been hungry for a long time." ”

He meant to make a joke, but the other party's reaction was slightly stunned.

"I'm sorry." The young man said sincerely, "I didn't know you would wake up at this time, so I didn't leave you food and water." ”

Dineen was stunned for a second.

A captive who is unconscious and may choke at any moment is not worth wasting resources. Even if he really had his share, it was normal for him to be shared by others while he was in a coma. In such a situation, no one cares about the life or death of a stranger, and everything is left to fate.

But this person is different.

Dinen was sure he didn't know the man. But the other party took him for granted and regarded him as his responsibility. In his honest and clear gaze, Dinin could not find any desire for profit, so in the end he could only point to a reason that sounded a little ridiculous.

Kindness? Benevolent? Or compassion?

He was silent for a moment, then asked, "Are you an adventurer?" ”

The other party hesitated for a moment, as if he was not very sure about this question: "... Sort of. ”

"Newbie?"

"Well, I did just leave home." The young man said honestly.

And so it was. Dinen sighed at the kindness and uprightness. In an industry rife with unknowable dangers, such people generally don't live long.

He gestured outside and asked, "Who are those?" ”

"I don't know." The other party shook his head, "I can't tell their identities from their appearance and speech, I just came to this area, so I don't know them." ”

Just left home and came to the front?

Dineen was amazed at his courage. He didn't know where he was now, but it shouldn't be beyond the Broken Isles. Because it was an outpost of the Burning Legion's invasion, the area was far more dangerous than ordinary people thought. This is not a good choice for a newbie who may not even have practical experience.

"Do you know where they're taking us?" He continued.

"They don't answer our questions at all." The young man shrugged helplessly, "But ......"

The carriage suddenly jolted heavily, and the people in the carriage suddenly staggered. When Dineen regained his balance, he realized that the carriage had stopped. The young man also noticed this, and while staring at the exit behind him, he finished his words: "... They said that if you don't wake up today, they'll throw you out, so I guess we're supposed to be there. ”