The dust swamp, as silent as death, where ancient creatures lived, the sound of reptiles making their way through the dense forest, the occasional sound of a prey or two being devoured. Here, it seems to have become commonplace.

A few orc guards stood in the doorway, chatting and laughing, and they were talking about the treasure they had received in the morning. A pot of fiery liquor from a mountain cave, a gem that can heat itself, or rather, just a plain lava stone from the bottom of Mount Blackstone. Blood red all over. But these ordinary things, when they arrived in Karimdo, became treasures.

Several orc guards talked as they counted the time of the changing of the guard. It's really grinding to be stationed in such a dreary and boring place. They set foot in the swamp for the first time two years ago and have not encountered a decent enemy. Everyone has long since let their guard down.

However, in such a gloomy environment, clusters of cold arrows were facing these unsuspecting orc guards. Their improvised leather armor and exposed skin became the bull's-eye of human soldiers.

The sun passed through the thick dark clouds.

"Launch!"

In the cold, damp air, arrows and bullets burst through the dark forest. Shot into the orc guard's body with incredible precision. The parts of the orcs that were not covered by leather armor, neck, chest, and head instantly became the lethal parts shot by the human soldiers in ambush in the dense forest.

Screams rang out in such a dense forest. After a split second of shooting, the tribal camp was covered with blood. There were forty or fifty orcs who fell, which was already a deadly attack for a tribal camp of only four or five hundred people. The scene was a mess. The orcs, who were accustomed to a comfortable life, did not react for a while. Soon, however, they adjusted.

“lokat！ Find cover! ”

The orc veterans in the camp immediately roared. The rest of the orcs, no matter what they were busy with, all lay down as soon as possible, and hid in a random stone or straw. to dodge bullets and arrows that are constantly being fired from the darkness.

"This is definitely a planned and conspiracy attack, and the intelligence here must be reported to Orgrimmar, to the Great Chief!"

An orc infantryman shouted. Arrows and bullets whizzed past him. So he could only hunch over and shout to his captain from a distance.

The commander of the orc camp seemed to want to say something, but in the next second, an arrow flew at high speed and shot through his throat with precision. Blood poured out of his broken throat.

The attack came without warning, but the orcs held on.

Immediately after, before the orcs could escape from the camp, countless shouts were heard in the dense forest.

The soldiers of Kurtilas, armed with crossbows, swords and shields, pierced through the dense forest and launched a fierce assault on the orc camp of only three or four hundred men.

"Kill them all! Leave no mouth alive! ”

In the distance, the leader of the human team commander could be heard commanding. But the orcs could not understand the human language.

They could only sit behind the rocks and doors, waiting for the human soldiers to storm the camp and engage them in hand-to-hand combat.

Soon, Dalin's men, fifteen hundred light infantry, heavy infantry, and crossbowmen, entered the orc's camp.

With a beastly roar, this siege and annihilation battle completely began.

After the orc commander died, the remaining orc veterans spontaneously formed a battle team, a group of three or five orcs, to launch a counterattack against the human infantry who rushed into the camp. Soon, in this long-dormant orc camp, blood was splashed everywhere, and the shouts of killing were four times.

Perhaps because of the large number of people, the soldiers of Kurtilas rushed directly into the camp without any formation. Prepare to find all the orcs and kill them. Soon, however, they discovered that they were wrong...... These orcs hid in the corner like street rats during the long-range attack just now, not daring to say a word. However, once the hand-to-hand combat is encountered, it bursts out with incomparably terrifying combat effectiveness.

The warrior of Kul Tiras rushed forward and stabbed the orc warrior in the ribs with his iron sword, but the orc warrior grabbed the wrist directly, and in the terrifying roar, the human soldier's fragile hand bones snapped. Then, the orc veteran was expressionless, and with an axe, the new warrior of Kul Tiras was suddenly unrecognizable, and the flesh and blood on his face stuck together, as if he had been cut by a meat grinder.

On the other side, two veterans of Kul Tiras, launched a flank attack on an orc warrior. The two of them are one left and one right, constantly attacking. The orc warrior was stabbed in the back, and with the pain enduring the pain, he hammered the human infantry in front of him into the air, and was slammed into the chest by the hammer, and the veteran of Kul Tiras fell to the ground, spitting blood bubbles in his mouth.

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"The passage of time, Gianna, I was touched by the passage of time. It seemed so urgent, it was everywhere, like a fog enveloping me. You see, the rolling waves, the flowing clouds, the figure of everyone anxiously hurrying across the deck, and this—the long beard and hair. These are all proofs of the passage of time. Tell me, my dear, will you fear this power? You can't stop it. No one can stop it. ”

On the deck of Kurtiras's battleship, Ares suddenly sighed. He asked Gianna like a nervous question, leaving the gentle archmage at a loss for a moment how to answer. Or maybe she didn't think about time at all, she didn't think about the universe. These things seemed so natural to her. People grow old, times change, and countless kingdoms have prospered, prospered, and withered, and this is history.

However, that's how Ares sighed. Unconsciously, I have come to Azeroth for more than three years, and the passage of time makes you imperceptible at first, but after a few years, when you look back at the past, the old time seems to be yesterday, everything is like a white horse passing by, and it is just a moment.

Ares once blamed himself for every minute he wasted, as if he had to accomplish a lot and accomplish a lot of things when he came into this world, as if every minute he had wasted was a loss. It was only a few years later that I realized that what really changed history was what happened in a few days, or even just a few seconds, that was enough to change everything. It seems that everything is set in stone...... Perhaps this is what people often call fate.

"Fear of time? Oh...... yes, I think I will...... It scares me to see my father's face grow older day by day, and to see your face change day by day. ”

Gianna said, caressing Ares' cheek with concern and tenderness. The sea breeze ruffled the hair of the two men, as hazy and beautiful as they had when they first met. In just an instant, Ares seemed to see the light of day again, and the magnificent capital of Quel'Salas stood in the setting sun, and the entire Silvermoon City was like a fiery phoenix with wings ready to fly. It chirps proudly in the bright sunlight and fights unyieldingly against fate. It wants to live proudly, nine thousand years are too short, it wants to continue like the night elves on the other side of the ocean, endlessly. It's just that in the end, it can't compete with fate.

Just as Ares and Gianna were lamenting their fate, a piece of information came from the battleship in front - the orc forces had assembled on the shore. The smell of gunpowder in war has become stronger......