Four years of Darkness Gate, Stormwind.

The walls of Stormwind have long been breached, and the brutal street fighting has been going on for many days, looking down from the sky, black smoke rises everywhere in Stormwind City, which was once the pearl of the South, and countless humans and orcs are fighting to the death for every inch of the street.

In the evening, the human soldiers who had repelled another orc attack, and after the tired soldiers had collected the relics of their comrades, they sat down against the wall, some of them fell asleep as soon as they sat down, and some of them stared at the sky in a daze or confusion.

Baron Maxwell Tyrossos was quickly walking through the broken streets, and soon he found his target, a burly man with short brown hair wiping his sword with a rag on a broken sleeve, he was Angle, who had once been the leader of a small mercenary group. Anglie noticed the arrival of Tyrosus, glanced at him, and went about his work.

Tairosos frowned and said, "Anglie, Lord Lothar wants you to lead someone to take back the Red Square Street in the business district in the early hours of tomorrow morning, and there will be two battalions of soldiers attacking other streets to cooperate with your actions." ”

Angre still rubbed his weapon, and replied without raising his head:

"Let's make up for the bounty last time, you can't always let Lao Tzu's brothers work in vain on the front line, and as a result, you nobles will be promoted and get rich, right?"

In the face of the provocation, Tairosos clenched his fists and explained with anger:

"Anglie, Your Majesty has long run out of money, and it is difficult to ensure the supply of all soldiers in the current situation, and I will not be without a salary for several months."

"Your Majesty has long announced that as long as you kill five orcs in battle, you can be knighted, and even more can be killed, and even the baron can be awarded, even if you don't mention the reward and the opportunity to become a nobleman, this is a battle for the survival of our human race, can't you take care of the overall situation?"

Anglie finally looked up, a scar slicing across the entire left side of his face, making him look particularly hideous, and he stared coldly at Tyrossos.

"I don't know what the big picture is, I just know that yesterday there was another old guy who had followed Lao Tzu for many years and died in battle, his son was not yet ten years old, and he didn't give money, did you let his wife and children go to eat soil?"

"Even if Your Majesty doesn't have money, the other nobles hiding in the rear always have money, let Lao Tzu take care of the overall situation, I'm sorry, why don't they care about the overall situation?!" With that, he spat the ground.

Tyrosos immediately stopped talking, and after a moment of silence, he said with a grim expression: "Regarding the compensation for your dead soldiers here, I will go back and report it to Lord Lothar." But now, do you take the military order or not?! ”

Angre continued to bow his head and wipe his broadsword: "Okay, for the sake of Lord Lothar, I'll do it on time tomorrow, but remember, my old fellow's bereavement can't be a blank stripe!" ”

"I'll do my best."

When Tyrosus received the reply, he turned to leave, and several of the junior officers, who had been leaning or sitting at a distance, got up and came to Anglie's side, and discussed:

"It's worthy of being the boss, and at this time, you can still get a bereavement pension from above, otherwise Evenson's family doesn't know when they will get the money."

"Boss, Tairosus is someone close to Lord Lothar, so it's okay for you to talk to him like that, right?"

"What's the problem with the boss, now we are counting on us to fight a tough battle, and we are owed money above, and we are not allowed to complain?"

"I really envy those nobles, when I can get together enough five orcs, I will be able to become a knight master, and I will definitely go back to the village to let everyone see it when the time comes."

"Don't think about it so much, how can the orc's head be so easy to cut off, I just need to survive and use the money I have saved to open a shop, and then marry a wife to live."

"The boss has already killed ten orcs, won't he be a stable nobleman after the war?"

Facing the gossip of his subordinates, Angliel yelled impatiently: "All let Lao Tzu go to rest, and he will do it in the early morning, who dares to let him lose a layer of skin when the time comes." ”

A few low-ranking officers disagreed and dispersed and went to rest in the house next to them, these low-ranking officers were all mercenaries who had followed Anglie for many years, and were not afraid of their immediate superiors.

The inhabitants of this place had already been evacuated or fled for their lives, and it became a resting place for the soldiers, and looking at the departing men, Anglie's face showed a trace of warmth, and then he also found a room to rest.

Soon, however, he was awakened by a loud commotion, and Sergeant Denard rushed to his room to tell him the shocking news: King Lane had been assassinated and killed.

When Angel went to the window, he found that there was a mess outside, and the soldiers who had been strong had broken down and fled in all directions, and the tribe had noticed the confusion of the defenders of Stormwind, and the horn of the attack sounded.

Seeing this, Anglie hurriedly asked Sergeant Denard as he walked out quickly.

"Denard, how's everyone doing?"

"Chief, our people are all gathered and waiting for your orders."

"This place can't be defended, let's go to the docks, if Lord Lothar is still alive, he will definitely be there, waiting for his orders."

"Yes, Chief!"

One position after another fell, and in the confusion, Anglie retreated with his troops to the docks, and many of the bewildered soldiers saw his lieutenant colonel's ribbon and gathered behind his ranks, and the number of soldiers around Anglie increased from three hundred to five hundred.

"Angle!" An officer rode up to the group and shouted.

Anglie quickly met the officer, who was Grayson Shadom Brick, one of the lieutenants at Lothar's side.

"Grayson, where's my lord?"

"Your Excellency is on the docks, he has noticed your team, and ordered you to lead the team to guard the gates of the dock area, to buy time for the soldiers and civilians to retreat, and we will abandon Stormwind."

Angliel angrily asked, "Why is it my team, and do you want my men to die after this situation is broken?" ”

Grayson said anxiously: "It's not just you, all the still formed teams have been transferred to defense, your order is only to hold the city gate, Peter and Abner they got the order to lead the cavalry to countercharge and delay the speed of the tribe's attack." ”

"And how long do I need to keep watch?"

"For four hours, Lieutenant Colonel Tairossos is maintaining the order of the evacuation, he will leave two evacuated ships for you, you go to set up defenses, I will go to the others to give orders!"

Anglie had no choice but to lead the team to the city gate, waiting for the arrival of the tribal army, he looked at the other areas of Stormwind City, the fire was blazing, the golden lion flag fell from one area after another, and the cries in the distance rang out, he couldn't help but feel a little indignant, the warriors fought hard for many days, and they were actually swayed by an assassin.

However, he soon gave up some of his boredom, the horde's army had already attacked the city gates, and groups of green-skinned and fanged orc warriors rushed up with battle axes in their hands, these orc warriors were very strong, and Anglie led his men to fight them to the death, but they were still defeated, but fortunately, two more reinforcements came to reinforce Angle's team, so they did not collapse immediately.

As the minutes ticked by, many of the soldiers had fallen, and Anglie became more and more unable to stand it, and he shouted: "Retreat! I can't hold it. ”

"No, Boss, we're abandoned!" A soldier suddenly roared, and Anglie turned his head to see that the last two ships had moved and were heading north, and he scolded in shock and anger: "Tyrosos, you son of a bitch, I will cut you in half when I see you again." ”

But more and more soldiers found out about this scene, and they couldn't help but cry out in despair, many lost their fighting spirit and were cut to the ground by the tribal soldiers, and there were fewer and fewer soldiers next to Anglie, and many of his brothers who had followed him for many years died in battle, and in the end, only he and another seriously wounded companion were forced into a corner.

In the face of his comrades who died in battle one after another and the orcs who surrounded him, he had already put his life and death on the line, turned his heart sideways, and scolded angrily at the orcs around him: "Tosar Cok! Tosar Cok!”

His orc pronunciation was not standard, but the orcs around him had already understood his words, and there were angry looks on their faces, and even a warrior raised his axe and was about to cut it, but he was quickly held down by his companions, and the orcs surrounded him, but did not continue to move forward.

Anglie was a little surprised, he didn't understand what this sentence meant, but when he led his troops to fight with the orcs, many orcs had scolded him like this when they were surrounded, so he could remember the pronunciation of this sentence, just wanted to scold a few times, he looked coldly at the orcs around him, anyway, it was a big deal.

The orcs got out of the way, and a bearded one-eyed orc nearly two meters tall stepped forward, with two heads hanging from his waist, and Anglie recognized them, one was the captain of the knights of Abner who led the countercharge, and the other was also a well-known warrior in the city defense army, he said a few words to Anglie, seeing that Anglie did not understand, and then roared at an orc shaman beside him.

The shaman unleashed a non-threatening spell on Anglie, who understood the one-eyed orc:

"Human, what qualifications do you have to say that the great Warsong Clan warriors are cowards?"

Anglie didn't answer, he just looked coldly at the orc opposite, and the orc continued:

"But a warrior as mighty as you really shouldn't die under siege, and your head is worthy of being one of my trophies."

"Under the witness of the ancestors, I, the thousand-captain of the Warsong Clan, Isak, in order to maintain the glory of the Warsong Clan, will fight with you in the sacred battle of Makgora, and I will never die!"

As Markgora's words fell, the surrounding orcs roared feverishly, their bloodthirsty eyes fixed on the two of them.