Diego shot steadily and quickly, one after another of the Blackstone Orcs fell under his spear. At this distance, he didn't feel any discomfort, it felt like shoveling corn stalks in his hometown in his previous life, it was as easy as drinking water.

The ensuing battle ended unusually quickly. No one can guard against bullets flying from a distance in the heat of hand-to-hand combat, and more importantly, the person who fired these bullets is very accurate, and almost every time a gun is fired, an orc will fall. And many orcs had witnessed the defeat of the warlocks before, and the fall of the leader made them even more panicked, and when a few orcs finally couldn't hold back and fled, their will to fight completely collapsed, but more orcs did not choose to flee with them, but dropped their weapons and surrendered. For the Blackstone soldiers who did not have a shaman, this behavior did not seem so difficult to accept. There were quite a few of them, probably twenty or thirty.

Despite his desire to kill them all, Diego found himself unable to kill his captives, one thing to kill in battle, and another to kill someone face-to-face without resistance, no matter what they had done before. Perhaps Windsor would have a solution, as the Alliance had faced the same problem when the Orcs had won the war.

"I need a guide!" Standing in front of the squatting orcs, Diego said in the lingua franca of humanity, and although he didn't understand orc, he knew that some of the captives would understand what he was saying.

Sure enough, an orc stood up tremblingly.

"Where are you going?" He said fearfully. His lingua franca was lame, but barely understood.

Diego didn't speak, just pointed to the cave behind the camp. This hidden cavern was named the Ripper Stone by the orcs, but it is not well known among humans.

The orc was visibly relieved, it was still within his reach, and it was clear that he was afraid that Diego would say something he didn't know. In that case, he would be useless - that would not be good, because for the orcs there was only one end for a captive who lost their usefulness, and that was to give food to the wolves.

"You come with me." He said respectfully, and led the way to the cave.

Diego and his party followed him.

Guan Haifa was left in the camp to guard the prisoners. It lay lazily on the ground, its eyes narrowing at the orcs. But none of the orcs thought that this seemingly tame big cat was easy to deal with, and its ferocity had impressed them enough just now, especially the metal teeth that glowed with a shimmering light that even the thickest leather armor could not stop its piercing.

It wasn't dark in the cave, because the orcs didn't have dark vision either, so they planted some torches in the crevices of the rock wall to make it bright. However, the smell was not good, and the animal fat soaked in the torches gave off a disgusting stench when burned, and the whole cavern was stinking.

"Is there anyone else in there?" Diego asked from behind the orc. He carried his rifle behind his back and a revolver in his hand, and in such cramped and cramped spaces, long weapons were not very useful.

"No, all the soldiers in the camp are outside." The orc replied slowly, his human lingua franca now making sense, but still a little stiff.

"Where have all your people gone?" Diego asked suddenly, noting that there were only fifty or sixty orcs in this camp, far from the number that a legion should have. And many of the tents are empty, and their occupants are apparently not here.

"In ......," the orc muttered, but Diego immediately put his pistol behind his head and raised his hammer. The soft "click" sound of the hammer moving is very clear in the cave. Diego could feel the orc's whole body freeze. It seems that his gun has made a strong enough impression on these green-skinned monsters, though not very kindly.

"You can only lie, but I can guarantee you only one chance." He said coldly.

"I said, I said, they all went to the Stone Fort Fortress, and the legion commander said that if we take it, we can control the entire Red Ridge Mountains." The orc said busily. Humans have always been able to burst into great potential in the heat of life and death, and it seems that the same is true for orcs - his human speech is quick and fluent, and he doesn't stumble without a beating, lest Diego send him to hell with a shake of his hand.

This brutal race has never revered only those who possess great strength, and weakness and pleading can never be sympathized with before them.

"Alright, keep walking." Diego withdrew his gun and inserted it into his holster. He glanced back at Windthor who had apparently heard the orc's words, and his already worried face was all the more bitter and bitter.

The cave was long and deep, wet everywhere, and a small dark river meandered along the cave, converging into a small pool in the deepest part of the cave. Diego watched warily ahead as he watched the potholes beneath his feet. But the cave was empty, there was nothing, because of the dampness, and the orcs did not use it as a storehouse or inhabitant, in fact, they prepared it as a makeshift prison, but it was clearly not in use yet. After walking around the inside, Diego did not find the captured corporal, except for an altar that exuded an aura of evil energy. The altar was littered with charred bones and teeth, as well as strange knick-knacks like shells and strawmen, which seemed to belong to the orc warlock he had killed.

Finding nothing, Diego walked out of the cave in frustration.

"Are you too late?" He guessed with some frustration. Behind him, Masrae and Windsor were silent, unaware of his purpose, thinking he was searching for the rout in case something happened.

"I think we're going to have to leave, we've been here for too long." Standing at the mouth of the cave, Wendthor urged, glancing at the orc captives who were honestly crouching, "We can hand over these greenskins to Mayor Solomon of Lakeside, I think he'd be happy to hear the good news." ”

But just then, a human voice came from a distance.

"Your Excellency, is that you?"

Diegoho turned his head and looked over the gourd mouth of the valley.

He was amazed to see a heavily armed human standing there, looking curiously in this direction. He wears a Stormwind armor with a red headband tied around his forehead, an oak shield in one hand, and a war knife in the other. Isn't that the Corporal John J. Kisharn he's been looking for?

This discovery stunned him, what kind of rhythm is this? Could it be that I am dazzled? He rubbed his eyes and realized that his eyesight was still reliable. At this moment, Diego suddenly realized that this was the twenty-first year after the opening of the Dark Gate, not the twenty-fifth year, the Blackstone Orcs had just invaded Red Ridge Mountain, and the situation here had not collapsed to the point of incorrigibility, and it seemed that the soldiers of this alliance had not been captured, and the B Company of the Twelfth Legion to which he belonged had not been defeated.

Diego's face burned a little panicked, he didn't know how he managed to come up with such a big oolong, but fortunately he hadn't told Wendsol and Masrae about it, otherwise it would be a big shame.

"John?" Wen De was also a little surprised, "Isn't your legion stationed in the Stone Fort Fortress?" How did you get here? ”

"The Stone Fort Fortress is under attack, Your Excellency Marshal, we are a small force sent to harass the rear of the orcs." Kishan trotted all the way excitedly, gave a military salute, and said respectfully. He turned, put his fingers in his mouth, and whistled loudly.

With this whistle, Diego and the others saw four humans emerge from the surrounding hillside and slide down the hillside.

The four were dressed differently, but they were all in their thirties, and they were supposed to be experienced veterans, but when they came to Wendthor, they were very excited, and some of them had tears in their eyes.

"Your Excellency, Marshal!" They stood neatly in front of the marshal and saluted.

"B......" Wendsol's gaze wandered, still looking at the surrounding hillside.

"Don't look for it, Your Excellency Marshal, there are only a few of us left in Company B." Kishan said with a bit of a low voice, "When we heard that you had been captured, our entire legion set out to rescue you, but we fought with the orcs at the Blacktooth camp, and the losses were so great that we had to retreat. He said abruptly, looking ashamed that he hadn't persevered.

"The right choice, otherwise, I'm afraid the entire legion will be lost!" Windsor agreed, looking pleased with the Legion's choice.

Diego and Masrae automatically distanced themselves from the men who were excited about their reunion. They seem to have a lot to say. Although Diego had never been a soldier, even in his previous life, this did not prevent him from understanding the feelings between these soldiers and his old superiors, which were accumulated from countless battles and bloodshed together, and could leave his back to the other party a kind of trust and brotherhood.

But to their surprise, the men quickly ended the conversation. A couple of human soldiers walked over this way.

"Hats off to you, two warriors, for your contributions to Stormwind." Corporal Kishan saluted solemnly, his face full of gratitude and shame, and if he could, he would even be willing to give everything he had to thank the two men, "I can imagine how difficult it would be to rescue His Excellency the Marshal from the Dark Furnace City, it should have been our responsibility. ”

"For the glory of the king." Diego hurriedly replied that as a member of the human race, although he did not know that his body belonged to which city-state, this did not prevent him from serving his race in the name of King Ureon.

"For the Union." Masrae succinctly replied that as a Night Elf, he was beyond reproach for all the actions he had made to preserve the alliance.

"Jorgensen salutes you." At this moment, another human stepped up, dressed in dark armor and carrying a long sword on his back. He sternly touched his forehead with his hand, saluted, and looked at the adventurer with admiration, these two warriors did not just anyone can do it, even in the history books are worthy of a big book.

"Kakral salutes you. From now on, you will be my brothers, and if you need any help, please feel free to ask. The third person came over and said boldly. He was a berserker, with silver hair and a handsome ponytail, and two glowing battle axes hanging from his waist, which were the signs of the axe's blades mixed with Thor's silver.

"Those green-skinned monsters didn't please either, they suffered twice as many casualties as ours." He said suddenly, but Diego immediately understood what he meant, and he still seemed to be haunted by the battle that Kishan had just mentioned to Camp Blacktooth.

"Danvers salutes you, may the Light be with you!" A man in black armor saluted gracefully, carrying a round shield with a skull carved in the middle and a shining silver hammer hanging from his waist. This is a paladin from North County, and his whole body smells of holy light.

"Hats off, I have to say that you saved Stormwind's last hope." The last human male, dressed as a mage, bent down and made a scholarly salute. He was dressed in a dark purple robe, and carried a staff with a large ruby in his hand. This surprised Diego a bit, because in fact, contrary to the situation in the game, where there are many warlocks and mages everywhere, there are not many spellcasters in Azeroth, only the most intelligent and disciplined apprentices can follow the path of mages, and in addition, the limitations of talent and the high cost of spellcasting materials also determine the success rate of spellcasters. In the Red Ridge Mountain area, only the Tower of Ilgara has a spellcaster's, and the mages in this tower are said to be eye-to-eye, hooking up with the Black Stone Orcs, which is very unclear.

Moreover, even in a world like Azeroth, where supernatural forces are common, the power of mages is not endless, their strength is only relative to ordinary warriors, their power on the battlefield is more like heavy artillery, but they are far from being able to nuke the ground and destroy the stars, and they are not without shortcomings, a tired mage who has exhausted his magic power, even the most lame thief may not be able to fight. Of course, if they are well prepared and stay in their own mage towers, the mages are indeed incomprehensible.

So when he learned that there was a mage in a small team of five, Diego was a little incredulous and quite vigilant, and to be honest, he didn't have a good impression of the mage of the Tower of Irgara.

"I studied under Master Theocritus of the Tower of Azula in the Elwyn Forest, and in fact, I joined Company B with other tasks assigned by my teacher." As if to see his doubts and hostility, the mage explained gently.

Diego nodded knowingly, he knew the feud between the Tower of Azula and the Tower of Ilgara, this Meisena should have been sent by his teacher to Red Ridge Mountain to monitor the movement of the Tower of Irgara.

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Note: A lot of book friends have mentioned the problem of the timeline, I am also aware of it, and I am trying to make up for it, but the manpower is sometimes exhausted, and there are some places that can't be made up, so bear with it, and bear with it, wahaha~~~