Stay where you are, continue deep into the swarm's lair, and kill the ancient god Cthun? Or evacuate, looking for reinforcements from Thrall and Daelin? Looking at the survivors with different equipment and weapons around him, a bold idea took shape in Ares' mind......

"We must decide whether to continue deep into the nest of the insects and bravely fight the forces of evil, or to withdraw from this desert and join the Kalimdor coalition forces?"

Standing in the middle of the crowd, Ares shouted like a true leader. The people around immediately cast concerned glances. It should be said that it was a surprised gaze. Everyone knew that the Kalimdor coalition led by Sal and Daerin must be found, and that continuing to go deeper into the wormhole was simply an act of death. They are survivors, just survivors, what can they do?

"Get out of here, of course, and join the coalition forces!"

One of the orc warriors spoke in a twisted human lingua franca, apparently learned it not long ago.

"Converging with coalition forces? Yes, I would also like to join up with the huge Kalimdo coalition army. But the truth is that we may not have a chance to get out of this desert. ”

Faced with the opinion of the orc warriors, Ares gave the exact opposite answer. Now, everyone was even more surprised. Even the Night Elves, who had been on the periphery, cast surprised glances. What does this guy want to do? Did he want to lead the people to stay in the desert?

"Why?!"

A Darkspear Troll Hunter asks a disgruntled question.

"Because of yesterday's battle, it's likely that the Kalimdor coalition has left the desert and away from the Scarab Wall. If we go looking for the coalition forces, we will most likely be attacked by the swarm on the way. Moreover, the water we carry with us is not enough to get out of the desert. See for yourselves, how many people still have clean water on them? ”

The scene was silent again, and the atmosphere was somewhat hopeless. Have you just been rescued, and now you are going to face the fate of being trapped to death? Even the belligerent orcs sat on the ground in disappointment, sticking their weapons into the sand, looking tired.

"So what are we going to do?"

The priest girl who had just fed Ares water asked in a whisper.

"Keep attacking, attack the swarm's lair."

As soon as Ares finished speaking, there was an uproar on the field.

"What? You're not mistaken, right? We only have three hundred people, just three hundred warriors, and you want to attack the lair of the Zerg? ”

The Night Elf who had just been fighting against Ares stood up and said indignantly.

"Do you have a better way? Standing still waiting for rescue? Don't be stupid, we only have enough water for two days, do you think the coalition will come in two days? Even if they come back, return to the desert, but the vast desert, how can they find us accurately? So, instead of sitting and waiting to die, it is better to take a desperate gamble and raid the nest of the insect swarm, and underground, we may find a water source, and perhaps, we still have a chance, kill their leader! ”

Standing in the middle of the crowd, Ares pretended to be confident and talked eloquently. These words seemed to ignite a glimmer of hope in the crowd, especially those orcs, who live and take pride in fighting. Dying on the battlefield for glory is what every orc pursues in his life.

But there are still many people who disagree.

"But there are only three hundred of us!"

The Night Elf continued. He wanted to remind Ares that there were only three hundred survivors, and it was impossible to capture the Angela Empire under any circumstances. But Ares had prepared and had his own plans.

"Yes, I know. I know there are only three hundred of us, but I also know that among the three hundred of us, there are not only warriors, but hunters, mages, priests, druids, and paladins. Yes, we are a team, we can support each other, the mage and the hunter can kill the flying insects and the powerful rhinos, and the warrior and I, we can kill the dense larvae. If someone is injured, priests and druids can quickly treat them. That's the power of the team. ”

Ares swore by it. It's like a team setup in a game, but in the real world, the enemy doesn't attack just one person, the biters attack everyone they come across, which means that the team is a team, but there is no tank. Besides, swarms of bugs besieging a person, no matter how strong the person's body is and how well equipped they are, they will be knocked out. As a result, Ares did not mention the concept of Team Shield in his conversation.

But even so, the idea of three hundred people wanting to raid the nest of the insect swarm is still too terrifying and too risky.

"It's still too risky."

The Night Elf Druid Elder stood up against it, having witnessed the Battle of the Quicksand a thousand years ago, and remembered the terrifying power of the swarm. Not even the dragons could completely wipe out the swarm, let alone the fact that there were only three hundred of them now.

"I know, but we don't have a choice."

Looking at the deep eyes of the old night elf, Ares said calmly and solemnly.

At this moment, the orc warriors who had been silently listening to the conversation between humans and night elves stood up.

"Yes, we don't have a choice."

The old orc said in a deep voice.

"Just do as the paladins say, fight, for the sake of the tribe!"

He roared like a fierce beast, and the battle axe in his hand was raised high against the wind and sand, like a battle flag, inspiring the other orcs behind him.

Soon, the other orc warriors present also roared.

"For the Horde!"

Their morale was quickly ignited, and even if there was even the slightest hope, they could go into battle without hesitation and make the blood boil, this is the orcs. However, the human soldiers and the Night Elf hunters on the side cast a disdainful look at the roaring orcs. It's just that everyone didn't say much, at this time, it is better to be confident and motivated than to be depressed and wait for death.

"Just say, what should I do? Paladin. ”

The orc veteran continued. His gaze was fixed on Ares, no longer hatred and contempt, but respect and recognition. Trust and appreciation between warriors.

"See that hole over there?"

Ares said, pointing to a large hole in the quicksand not far away.

"Well, where are we going to get in?"

The orc veteran asked.

"Yes, we're going to go in from there and look for the nest of the swarm. That's the trail left by the Digger's withdrawal. Inside is a sturdy swarm tunnel, the burrowers are giant worms in the swarm that are specially used to open underground passages, and they are born with only one mission, which is to make holes. Remember the giant pipeworm you saw on the battlefield yesterday? That's them. Through these channels, we may be able to find water underground. Bugs are not stones, they are also living beings, and if they are living beings, they need water. Don't look at this desert without a drop of water, but the underground world is likely to be beyond our imagination. ”

Looking at the high-morale orc infantry around him, and the depressed night elves, Ares said with mixed feelings.