The Cursed Lands, the Valley of the Serpent.

In this long, narrow valley, a fierce battle has just ended, and the corpses of humans and demons are scattered all over the ground. The victors of the battle are cleaning up the battlefield, some are treating the wounded, some are clearing the remnants of the enemy, and some are collecting trophies, a busy scene.

Exhausted, Masrae Bearskin sat on the ground in his bear form, not even turning back into his human form. Throughout the battle, he was at the forefront of the team as a blade, and he took the most attacks. If it weren't for the strength of the bear's defenses, he would have been torn to shreds by the demons.

Just then, Christopher Farrar came running from a distance. Before heading to Stormwind, Diego put his guard under Masrae's command. Although the Night Elf's command ability is not outstanding, his courage and fearlessness can greatly motivate the soldiers, so that the entire company can move forward bravely. As the famous saying goes: a flock of sheep led by a lion can defeat a flock of lions led by a sheep!

"My lord, the scouts have reported that another group of demons has come from the south!" Christopher said breathlessly. The burqa on his chest was splattered with blood, some of the enemy's, some of his own.

"How many demons are there?" Masrae clawed through the blood-soaked mane at the back of his neck and spoke slowly.

"About a hundred!"

"Can the brothers fight again?" Regaining some strength, Masrae rose from the ground and shook the fur from his body vigorously. The thick bear fur undulated and shook like a wave, tossing the blood away.

Christopher stood back to avoid the raindrops of blood. He looked back at the soldiers scattered across the battlefield and thought about it in his heart.

"I'm afraid not! The brothers were exhausted, and almost all of them were wounded, and even the arrows were almost exhausted. Christopher said with some reluctance, "We need a few days to recuperate." ”

"Alright then, let's retreat west, to the polluter's heights. I remember we had a hidden supply point there! Masrae sighed and said helplessly.

This is already the seventh battle in the past half a month. Although Diego and Commander Waynes formulated a strategy for a solid defense before leaving, Waynes believed that passive defense alone would not hold on to the arrival of reinforcements, and he sent five companies, including Diego's Lord's Guard, into the vast plains of the Cursed Lands to conduct guerrilla warfare against the demon army that was approaching the Watchtower.

Half a month has passed, and Masrae doesn't know what the results of the other companies are, but this two-hundred-man lord guard has won seven battles and seven victories, and the demons destroyed have exceeded three times their own number, but their own casualties have not exceeded a quarter, and the results are remarkable. Of course, this is also due to the three high-ranking priests who accompanied the team, and if it weren't for their superb healing skills, the number of casualties would have at least doubled.

"My lord, will we have reinforcements?" Christopher said with some hesitation, this is not his real thoughts, in fact, what he wants to say in his heart is, "Can we hold out until the moment reinforcements arrive?" ”

"There will be reinforcements, Chris, your lord has rushed back to Stormwind for help, and even if King Varian doesn't send someone over, he himself will lead the Moonstream Brigade to come." Masrae said firmly. Over the past few years, following Diego's adventures and battles all over the world, the life experience of this once reckless and simple Night Elf boy has far surpassed that of his compatriots of the same age who grew up in the peaceful Gray Valley and the Black Sea, and is becoming more mature and stable.

They quickly gathered their soldiers and left the valley with the wounded. When the demons arrived to help, all they saw were shattered armor, broken corpses, and broken weapons. They couldn't even track the ambusher's whereabouts, because humans had found a way to escape Cerberus's keen sense of smell, and what was once a tracking weapon was now completely ineffective.

Ignoring the thunderous Demon Commander, Masrae and his men spent two days reaching the supply point of his memory, and after a short three-day rest, they left there again, searching for an opportunity to destroy the enemy in the wilderness.

It was an act of opportunity and crisis, like dancing on the tip of a knife. Masrae and the others wander the gap between the demon brigades, searching for the lone demon squad. This time, however, their good fortune ran out.

On this day, as they were cruising between the abandoned Hammer Ogre Fortress and the Hammer Outpost, a scout who had climbed the hillside in the distance suddenly shouted loudly.

"My lord, the devil is coming!" The scout shouted down the hill in panic, Masrae remembered that this was a veteran who had followed Diego since the Valley of the Hearth, known for his bravery and fearlessness, but even for such a good warrior, his voice was full of fear at the moment.

"Calm down, veteran! Nothing to be afraid of! Masrae roared in response, "Tell me, how many of them are?" ”

"At least four companies, close to five hundred people! They're coming at us from the east, south, and west, and oh my God, it's a trap! The scout straightened up and looked around the hillside, he was sure that the demons had spotted them too, and there was nothing left to hide.

He was standing right at the top of the hillside, on top of a jagged pile of rocks, from where he could see several demonic companies rapidly approaching here. The hooves of the demons sent the sand and dust of the parched earth flying.

"What should we do?" Christopher asked, as he walked over to Masrae and whispered advice, "Do you want to break north?" Before the demon closes the gap over there, we still have a chance. ”

Masrae spun his brain quickly, and although he thought Christopher was right, in his heart, he had a vague feeling that there seemed to be a more dangerous enemy waiting for them.

"Now is not the time to think deeply, we have to make a decision, it will be too late to delay!" Christopher urged again.

Everyone could see that this was clearly an ambush against them - the demons hated this human army that had eaten most of the demon army piecemeal, and even if it took a lot of effort, they would destroy them.

"No, we're not going north, we're going south!" Masrae suddenly lifted his head, which had been lowered, and his golden eyes shone with a terrifying light.