The setting sun reflects the calm surface of the lake, and the warm glow dyes the sky and water a lovely orange red.

The paladins returned to the island dejected, and the feeling in their hearts was not good, just like a meal you carefully prepared, and after eating a small bite, they were taken away and thrown into the dung pit, and the feeling of helplessness was simply terrible.

The soldiers on the island had seen the brawl on the lake before, and now looking at the faces of the commanders, they all knew that the negotiations were not going well, and they could only wait quietly for orders while they were panicking.

Looking at a pair of frightened eyes, Purhardt sighed in his heart, lifted his spirits, and his voice sounded in the audience: "The whole army is ready to retreat, everyone must leave the island before dark!" ”

To his surprise, there was no protest, and after a moment of silence, there were murmured cheers from the array, and the faces of most of the soldiers relaxed.

For these tired and wounded ordinary soldiers, it is the best news that they don't have to fight anymore, they don't care so much about territorial issues.

Pulhart shook his head helplessly, his morale was so low that he had nothing to say.

However, retreat is retreat, and the fruits of victory that can be taken away must not be let go.

Bethires maintains a combined army of about 5,000 people, except for the undead and demons, all other races have to eat, and its food reserves should be quite large.

Under the guidance of the captives, Betheryth's granary and armory were quickly found, in two large caves on the back of the hill, and after examination, they were safe and non-toxic food.

It was a huge surprise, because food and weapons and equipment were the two most important materials for fighting a war.

Pullhart's order immediately spread throughout the army: all horses were to be temporarily donated to carry supplies, and all men up to the minor wounded were to carry at least twenty kilograms of food - more than twenty kilograms could go to individuals.

Due to the contamination of natural disasters and plagues, a large area of land in the Tirisfa region cannot be cultivated to produce safe and non-toxic food, and the cultivated land protected by the enchantment in the Far Mountain County cannot meet the growing population of the monastery at all, and food has always been in short supply, and twenty kilograms is not particularly harsh, so this order did not cause any protest.

The paladins all donated their horses, and Unas found the big brown horse he had left behind on the battlefield, and this decent mount was lying on the ground beyond recognition, the flesh and blood of the thigh broken by the meteorite were blurred, and the whole body was covered with wounds of all sizes, and there was only one last breath left.

Perion's dead fat man might cry here, but Unas had only ridden it for a few days, so he didn't feel particularly sad.

He crouched down and tried to use the Holy Light Technique on the big brown horse, but it was useless, and when he looked up, the healing priests were doing their best to rescue the seriously injured, and no one could save them at this time, so how could they care about the horse's life or death.

Do you want to upgrade the Holy Light Technique? Lv1's Holy Light Technique is so useless, and it may not be able to save it if you reach Lv2 or 3.

And Unas has already made up his mind to take the route of the protection system first, now he is still very weak, survival is the first priority, but he also does not want to become a shrunken turtle that can only be beaten, and then turn to the punishment department when he has the power of self-protection in the future.

Wasting skill points on sacred skills is contrary to his plan, so he can only say goodbye to the big brown horse.

Unas had seen some movies in which dying horses were dealt with so that the mount would not suffer, and he chanted Amitabha, drew a short blade, and cleanly slammed it on the neck of the big brown horse.

Blood bubbles gurgled from the wound on the horse's neck, Unas looked at the dead horse, and the waves in his heart quickly calmed down, and after this baptism of war, his heart became stronger and stronger.

The big brown horse is dead, and the skeleton war horse can't be donated, so few people should dare to eat the food carried by the undead horse.

"Unas brothers!"

A shout came from behind him, and Unas turned his head, and there was only one person who called him - Erigor was waving to him.

Unas walked briskly over to Erigor, the guy with a saddle under his arm and a bag on his back, who seemed to have donated his horse.

"Let's go to Beseryth's armory, and maybe we'll find something good." Erigor sent out a direct invitation, and his love for divine weapons returned.

Unas would not refuse, and the two of them rounded the battlefield to the back of the hill, where a large number of soldiers and prisoners were busy.

In front of the two adjacent caves was a hill of various weapons and food, and the people in and out of the cave kept piling up the hill, and the horses and prisoners lined up in a long line to swallow the hill little by little.

Erigor wandered around the pile of weapons for a while, disappointed, and put a bitter face on Unas: "Judging from the markings above, these are the stocks of the garrisons in various places, and there are no good things. ”

Unas shrugged indifferently, Verrigan's Fist and Perion's full-body armor were both good uses, and he didn't have much need for equipment for the time being.

Erigor looked at the mountain of supplies, and his disappointment improved: "Bethires probably scavenged all the reserves in the surrounding counties, saving us the effort of collecting them everywhere. ”

The center of Alsace blossomed, the Cult of the Damned echoed on all sides, Lordaeron was overthrown almost overnight, and many local armies were wiped out without reacting, and their stockpiles naturally remained in large numbers.

The monastery constantly sends out ranger squads like Gordon, firstly to search for surviving humans, with population as the most important resource, and secondly, to search for all kinds of supplies.

The greedy demon has a lot of appetite, and now it's cheaper Silver Dawn.

"It's a great harvest this time," Erigor said with a look of regret, "but it's a pity that he didn't find the Dreadlord's treasury." ”

"Oh? How do you know that this demon still has a treasure trove? ”

"Bethires has been doing evil in Azeroth for a hundred years, and it is impossible not to know the power of money, will it spare all kinds of gold and silver treasures when it loots these weapons and food?" Erigor explained.

"That makes a lot of sense." Unas was powerless to refute.

"It's unlikely that the captives know where the demon's treasure trove is, and they don't have time to find it now, so they just hope that Bethryth will hide its treasure house a little deeper so that it won't be easily discovered by the forsaken."

Speaking of this, Erigor changed his words, and his voice became high: "But it doesn't matter if it's discovered, we'll take it back sooner or later!" ”

"Maybe." Unas wasn't sure, and Sylvanas looked tough to deal with.

"Not maybe, yes, definitely!" Erigor punched Unas in the shoulder and whispered, "You can't do this kind of unresolute attitude, be careful of the court." ”

Unas's heart warmed, and he secretly thanked him for reminding him, Whitemayne's problem was temporarily solved, but she was not the only one in the court, maybe among the busy soldiers around them was the investigator of the court, and it seemed that he would pretend to be a great light in front of people in the future.

"But I'm not just talking about taking this place, we'll be back," Erigor continued, "The Queen of Darkness wants this island at the cost of breaking the temporary peace with us, don't you want to know what her purpose is?" ”

"Do you know that?"

"Brother, have you heard of Tyr?"