In the next battle, there is no place for Diego, whether it is the orcs and boar people in the camp, or the minotaur and centaurs outside the camp, it is a melee, the two sides are entangled, and it is easy to cause accidental injuries if you shoot.

Diego walked towards the druids with his musket. They were about to go to the aid of the Minotaur at the gap in the camp when they saw him coming, and Masrae stepped out of the crowd and greeted him.

"Well done, Diego!" He shouted from afar, his tone not without complaining, "You've made us completely useless!" ”

"Without your help, I wouldn't have been able to stop them alone," Diego said with some regret, "It's a pity I didn't see the bad orcs that Sock was talking about......"

He suddenly closed his mouth as he saw Masrae on the other side looking at him in horror, no, behind him. The Night Elf's mouth opened wide, as if trying to say something.

Instinctively, Diego realized the danger, and he lunged sideways towards his left. He did not dare to fall in front of him, for he was afraid that a throat-slitting dagger was waiting for him to come up from under his neck.

Before he could hit the ground, Diego heard a soft dinging sound from behind him, and the Mithril Chainmail saved his life once more. He rolled sideways in the air and turned, his gun pointed behind him.

He saw an orc thief looking at him in astonishment, as if he was wondering if the dagger in his hand had failed.

"Hey, hello!" Diego whispered a greeting, and then he pulled the trigger, and a bullet erupted from the muzzle of the gun, and struck the thief directly in the chest, throwing him backwards.

But before he could fall, a giant bear had already charged, and with a "bang" it crashed into the orc. Diego bet he heard at least five bones breaking. Immediately afterward, the giant bear slapped it with another claw. Slammed the orc to the ground, kicking up a large cloud of dust.

"Alright, Masrae, that's enough! He's dead! The corners of Diego's eyes twitched. Hurriedly stopped the big bear's torture of the corpse.

He walked up and pulled the orc's head with the barrel of his gun, probably the neck bone had been broken, and the orc's head was flipped weakly, revealing the tattoo on one cheek. It was a long, flaming knife pattern.

"What is this?" Masrae asked, a little strangely.

"The Fireblade Clan. Maybe this qiē is all behind their backs. Diego replied. He knew that he already had evidence pointing this qiē at the Fire Blade Clan, "Take this corpse with you, it's very valuable." ”

"Okay, listen to you." Masrae said, turning back into his human form, dragging the corpse's feet and neck with one hand, and walking towards the minotaur druids.

The minotaurs who greeted him looked in admiration, and the battle just now was extremely fast, and the rabbits rose and fell. They didn't even react, and it was already over as soon as they got it.

This gaze made Masrae very fluttering, and he threw the corpse at a young minotaur druid: "Keep it in mind, this corpse is very valuable, maybe we can find clues about the mastermind behind this attack." ”

The latter hurriedly took it and tied it to the back of the Kodomon's saddle.

They hurried in the direction of the barracks. By this time, the battle there was nearing its end. The crippled centaur army bypassed the camp in panic and fled south, like lost dogs. The minotaur cavalry did not pursue—and could not catch up. Instead, they will be kited to death by centaurs - but they will block the gap in the fortress and shut the boar people to beat the dogs.

Boar people tend to be more courageous than anyone else when faced with a race that is weaker than them, but when the situation is unfavorable. Their courage would fade immediately, and for them it would not be so difficult to accept to flee - they called a strategic shift - or even surrender, at least by this means, after losing the protection of the demigod Agamagan. The Boar People barely survived in the cracks of various races, but of course, it was not so comfortable.

When Diego arrived at the camp, he saw the boar men kneeling on the ground. Some of the orcs were in a hurry to collect their weapons and drive them into a pen at the foot of the camp, where they would be under the watchful watch of the wolves, for whom the unarmed captives were no more difficult to deal with than a pack of hares.

This process of expulsion is definitely not civilized, and the orcs who have lost many of their comrades will inevitably have to give these robbers a full fist, but no one will do the job of killing the captives, because irascible is irritable, for the orcs, killing unarmed captives will never be called very honorable, not to mention, there are so many minotaur allies watching from the sidelines.

Diego came to the camp gate, not a breach, and saw Bane? Bloodhoof and Dezko were waiting there, which was polite for the Minotaurs, because to enter any barracks, the consent of the guards had to be obtained, even if it was broken, even if they were the rescuers here.

"Salute to you, you've won a big victory worthy of a monument!" Diego smiled and congratulated him formally.

"It's our victory, because you're also a part of it," Bane corrected, "and we'll be recorded in orc songs and sung for all eternity." ”

In fact, the orcs were not as barbaric and obscurantist as humans thought they were, they had simple hieroglyphs, but they were not widespread - just like humans, literacy has always been the right of a few - traditions, precepts, and histories were mostly transmitted and inherited through guò oral and folk songs. There are many kinds of orc ballads, some about famous people, some about major historical events, and of course, there are also songs that are used to encourage morale - they generally call them war songs.

"I don't think they're going to allow a human to appear in their songs." Diego said.

Bane was about to say something, but just then, an orc strode over to him. He was dressed in iron-gray plate armor - not a full suit, only a few, covering important parts - which was conspicuously covered in blood. He carried a large rod with iron at the top, and he had a disheveled black beard, but there was no grass on the top of his head. Behind him was followed by Yosek, his adjutant.

"Kargal? War Scars. Seeing the minotaur waiting at the door, Usek hurriedly walked up to them and introduced them, "One of our best post commanders. ”

Then he turned around and introduced to his commander, "This is Bane?" Bloodhoof, son of the Great Chief of the Minotaur, is also the commander of the mission to rescue us. Is this Dezko? The Morning Chaser, the second-in-command of the Mission. This is a nobleman from the Stormwind Kingdom, Diego? Viscount Asnar, and this one, a druid from the Night Elf realm, Masrae? Lord Bearskin. ”

"Thank you for arriving in time, it saved a lot of lives." While a little surprised by the complexity of this team, Cagal? War Scars bowed deeply and expressed his gratitude to their rescue. The group returned the salute one after another.

"Please come in and rest, I think you must be more tired than we are after a long journey," he warmly invited everyone into the camp, "but it is precisely because of your presence that we have not been robbed, and there is still something left to entertain you." (To be continued.) )