Blade Mountain, Knife Throat Valley.

Hundreds of Knights of the Silver Hand, Paladins, are leading Ares to attack the ogres entrenched in the valley.

Like the Hellfire Peninsula, the sky here is always fiery red, and the valley is filled with a dry westerly wind that rolls up a splash of sand.

Like silver quicksand, the warriors pounced on the camp of the Dota ogres. This is an offshoot of the Ogre tribe of Blade Mountain, and it was agreed with Thrall that the tribe would attack the ogres of the Bloodhammer tribe, and Ares would lead the Knights to attack the smaller ogre tribe. Unlike the Bloodhammer Clan, the Dota Tribe has a number of cannibal mages whose warriors are thinner and smaller, but whose power is not to be underestimated.

Most of the warriors and paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand need four or five men to besiege an ogre in order to win. Bows, spears, and crossbows became the main weapons of the battlefield, and most of the time these big men were killed in close combat.

Ares led the charge, and the earth-shattering roar of Union artillery rang out behind him. Inside the camp of the ogre tribe, the flames are blazing.

Standing in front of Ares and Sylvanas was an ogre warrior who was five meters tall, with heavy iron plates tied to his body as protective armor. Only a few important areas are covered, and the arms and thighs are bare. Stimulated by the blood, the ogre raised a giant war hammer and smashed it at the villain on the ground. For ogres, humans and orcs are just villains. He even stomped on the ants, but the ogre's dexterity was a hard flaw, which made it impossible for them to keep up with the speed of orcs and humans. For elves, they are even more helpless.

As the ogre slammed into it with a heavy hammer, Ares responded heavily, not with a hard bump, but with a simple roll, dodging the beast's ferocious blow. The warhammer smashed into the ground, creating a small shock wave and raising a thin mist of sand.

Ares, on the other hand, took advantage of the ogre's ability to pull back his weapon, and the sharp ash bringer slashed through the skin of the ogre's thick thighs with a single sword. Black blood spurted out. Enduring the pain, the ogre warrior roared, and he roared as he picked up his sledgehammer and slammed it into Ares' location.

And at that moment, Sylvanas's arrows pierced his fat arm.

A low roar emanated from the depths of the ogre's throat, and the warhammer, which had been swung into the air, suddenly deflected and landed less than a meter beside Ares, who was unimpressed.

A smile tugged at the corner of the paladin's lips as he raised his sword and charged. At the same time, Sylvanas came running from the other side, a paladin and a ranger, and launched a siege on the ogre from two different directions. Yes, other paladins, warriors need four or five, or even more, to besiege and kill an ogre, but Ares and Sylvanas only need two of them to do it.

In the howling west wind, Ares charged with his sword raised, and the Ember Bringer shone with a bright golden light.

At the same time, Sylvanas also sprinted in three steps and two steps, and when he was still two steps away from the ogre warrior, Windranger jumped on tiptoe, and his light body suddenly jumped onto the ogre's back, clutching the chain on the ogre's back, and Sylvanas quickly climbed up.

The behemoth tried to grab the little man off its back, but Ares' attack followed.

The ogre warrior didn't have time to withdraw his weapon, but instead stepped on Ares with his big thick feet.

A dark shadow struck in front of him, and Ares violently dodged it, and at the same time, the Ember Bringer grazed the ogre's ankle, and for a moment, blood gushed like a fountain.

Sylvanas also jumped nimbly over the ogre's head.

A hint of horror flashed in the ogre warrior's eyes, however, he didn't have a chance to fight back, this was the last time he saw this world. Sylvanas stepped on top of the ogre's bare head and drew his bow at close range, only to hear the sound of sharp iron piercing into flesh, and the huge Dota tribe ogre fell to the ground with a thud.

The huge figure fell to the ground backwards, and Sylvanas was in the moment before the ogre fell to the ground, his calf violently kicked away from the top of the ogre's head, rolled forward, and landed perfectly.

In less than thirty seconds, a huge, hideous-looking ogre warrior was slain with the cooperation of the two.

The battle in Bladethroat Valley lasted for a whole day, and in the end, the scattered ogres were driven into a cave and became prisoners of the Knights. As agreed with Thrall, these behemoths would be handed over to the tribe as captives.

"In a perfect battle, we killed more than 300 ogres with almost no battle damage."

After the war, the territory of the ogre clan became a temporary marching camp for the Order. Everyone sat around and chatted about the day's harvest. Yes, and helping the tribe to rid the ogre tribe is also not compulsory labor, and here all the spoils go to the Knights. Although it is not much, but for the Republic of Lordaeron, where supplies are scarce, these trophies are also very important.

"Don't rejoice too soon, those dwarves, they've already decided, and they'll leave our ranks in three days."

While everyone was rejoicing that the battle was going smoothly and there were almost no obstacles or obstacles, Ares pessimistically spoke the cruel reality.

"Why?"

Arator asked dissatisfied.

"They consider their help to the Order to be a personal gesture and not their obligation. So, after much deliberation, they decided to leave. There is still a lot of trade to be done in Ironforge and Shattrath, and the dwarves don't want to miss it. This is a good opportunity for them to get rich, and to fight, it is to risk their lives. ”

Ares replied lightly as he drank a little wine.

"Those who are greedy for life and afraid of death."

Arator said indignantly. And Ares smiled and put his hand on the shoulder of the young paladin Arator -

"Aratol, we can't force others to do anything, we can only restrain ourselves, what we should do and what we can't do."

He said.

At this time, Aratol's face was slightly better. This scene made Sylvanas and Winlessa look at each other, his nephew, who didn't listen to himself or his two sisters-in-law, followed Ares all day long...... How embarrassing it would be for Aurelia to know if she was still here......

"Ares, maybe you should come over and see this."

As a group of people sat around the campfire chatting and resting, Drum walked over in full gear and spoke. His expression was so solemn that Ares could scarcely have imagined that after the Demon Portal had been closed, there was nothing to worry about so much for this rough man.

"What's the situation?"

Ares asked, looking up.

"Some bizarre eggs, just come and see them."

Drumm returned calmly.