To the east of the Valley of the Snakes, in a small col about a mile away from the battlefield, Masrae Bearskin was restlessly pacing back and forth. The sound of fierce fighting came from the battlefield, which made him distraught for a while, and he had sneaked out to see it several times, but each time he got nothing but to make himself more breathless.

"Isn't it time to strike? If we wait any longer, we'll only have to clean up the battlefield! He glared at Guan Haifa, who was stretching out in boredom, and said dissatisfiedly. But the big cat looked at him innocently and didn't make any sound.

Behind the Night Elves were more than a hundred equally impetuous Storm Whips, who had been waiting all morning, watching their comrades fight to the death on the main battlefield, but they could only sit in this ghost place and watch, which was simply a painful ordeal.

Some used a whetstone to gently sharpen the blade of their swords to pass the time, others checked the strength of their armor again and again, and Masrae noticed that a young soldier was re-tightening the straps of his shins, the fourth time he had done so.

"Nervous?" Masrae asked softly.

"No, sir!" The young man straightened his chest and said loudly, but he quickly deflated under the gaze of the Night Elves, "Yes, a little ......, well, I'll admit I'm nervous, my lord!" ”

"When I fought for the first time, I was more nervous than you, and my arms were so stiff that I was almost killed by a little bad devil!" Masrae said softly, recalling his first battle in the Valley of Shadows in Teldashir, and it was a nostalgic memory.

"Hey, if you want me to say, there's not so much to think about, when you pick up the axe and take out the first opponent, you won't be nervous anymore." Next to the young soldier, a veteran slapped him rudely and said with a big grin.

"But what if I'm killed by my opponent?" The upright young man straightened his crooked helmet and continued to ask.

"Then you don't have to worry, because dead people don't get nervous, how good!" The veteran said with a playful smile.

"Uh......"

Looking at the two guys who were in a mess, Masrae couldn't help but laugh too, but at this moment, he saw Guan Haifa, who had been lying lazily on the ground, suddenly stood up, pricked up his ears, and looked to the west. Masrae knew that Diego must have conveyed some kind of command to the big cat through a psychic connection—a promise they had agreed before!

After a few seconds, the big cat turned around, gave Masrae a humane "follow me" look, and walked briskly towards the exit of the col.

"Guys, hurry up! We've got a job to do! Masrae jumped to his feet in excitement and shouted at the soldiers. As he spoke, he transformed into a giant bear and chased after Guan Haifa.

As they reached the exit of the col, the Night Elves were surprised to find that the cavalry of the Storm Whip had just sped past the pass, and more than a dozen brown and yellow griffons were mixed in their midst. A little farther behind, a large group of demons were chasing after them, salivating and impatient, like a group of hounds chasing rabbits.

Due to the racial differences between the demons—after all, the difference between winged and unwinged, between four legs and two legs, or even one leg (voidwalkers)—they also ran at different speeds, and hundreds of demons were stretched in a long line, scattered across the mile-long wasteland. Masrae was right in the middle of this long line, and those demons were only a few dozen meters away from their closest!

"It's now!"

With a deafening roar, Masrae rushed out of the valley first. Behind him, the whips of the storm, already hungry and thirsty, rolled down like a torrent of eruptions.

The demons who were throwing off their arms and running were startled by the stabbing of the humans—many of them had shed their thick but heavy armor in order to run faster, and they thought that the humans were about to die and were completely useless.

Easily, the demons' thin column was cut into two parts by the Storm Whip, and some of the demons who had been chasing after them wanted to keep chasing, while others planned to turn back and kill the new humans, and all of a sudden, they themselves were in a state of chaos.

The elongated line of pursuit also created extremely favorable conditions for the Storm Whip to enter, and the demons they had to face at the same time were hardly more than a dozen, just like eating a long noodle, all they had to do was to start with the end of the noodle and devour it little by little.

The Druid Bear almost crashed headlong into the demons, and several smaller demons were directly knocked away by the violent impact. A doomsday guard who may have been an officer swung his heavy sword at him, but the weapon slashed at the tough, thick bearskin, but it didn't strike at all, but slid away along the fur. The giant bear took the opportunity to sweep, breaking the demon's tendons and breaking them, and fell to the ground screaming.

From time to time, the big cat Guan Haifa jumped out of the shadows behind the giant bear and launched a surprise attack on the demon that pounced on the giant bear, and the ferocious attack was so unexpected and swift that more than one demon suffered greatly under its claws and fangs.

Along the gap crushed by the bear, the Stormwhip propelled forward like an efficient killing machine. Patches of demons were harvested by them, and farther away, the demons began to cower and stop, trying to gather more troops to compete with the humans, but not all of them were partners, and more enemies were also coming this way - on the hillside, the main force of the Moon Creek Brigade finally eliminated the demons that rushed up, and began to regroup and march towards this side, and the Brute Hammer Dwarves also began to dive and bombard the demons in a group, and farther away, the cavalry team made a big circle, throwing off the pursuers, It's rushing this way.

Everything looks to be going in favor of humanity, if not yet another demon legion at the end of the horizon!

It was a well-armed demon legion made up entirely of powerful races, like a dark river of death surging towards the battlefield. Their leader was a tall fearguard with a heavy scimitar in his hand, and the demonic face on his chest spewed out evil fire, looking ferocious.

Looking at this sudden reinforcements, the defeated demons suddenly burst into an earth-shattering cheer, and they were suddenly excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, even if they were at a disadvantage, they dared to charge fiercely, entangled with humans, and wanted to drag them until the reinforcements arrived.

On the hillside, Diego only felt a burst of exhaustion, he had already played all his cards and done everything he could, but failure still came unexpectedly, what could he do? You must know that just relying on the Moon Creek Brigade and the griffin knights who came to their aid unexpectedly, they fought with the four demon legions until the last moment, and even won victory for a while!

He sighed and took off the horn from his waist again, but this time, it was the sound of retreat.