"Kelana, don't be sad, the High Priest will not abandon us, we will definitely win!" Dironel Yelu gasped, looked at the pale Kailana, a heartache, and raised his right hand with great effort, wanting to ** her face, but hesitated, always dare.

Kelana's eyes were blurred by tears, Danral Yelu is an introverted boy who has always hidden his feelings in his heart and does not dare to show it, but she sees a favorite Ariel colorful flower every morning when she goes out, and no one has ever admitted who picked it, but Kelana knows that it is the big boy in front of her who blushes and is shy when he sees her.

"D.E.Ral, thank you for the flowers!" With tears in her eyes, Kailana gently picked up her hand and pressed it against her cold little face.

D.Ral Yelu couldn't believe it was true, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was open, and he trembled slightly, trying to say something, but he couldn't say a word, only his hand held tightly.

Suddenly, Dharal Yelu's face flushed, his clenched hands drooped weakly, his eyelids closed slightly, and a slight smile on his face.

"Danral... Don't..."Kailana was so grief-stricken that every morning she went out, she would never see the delicate colorful flowers at the door of her house, and she would never see the shy and shy big boy who appeared in front of her intentionally or unintentionally.

If the moon god gives him another chance, he will definitely grasp it well, and bravely tell him that he likes Ariel colorful flowers very, very much, and his favorite is the one he picked himself!

The siren sounded again, it was another attack by the orcs, and then another bloody battle to the death.

Kailana was as quiet as water in her heart, gently placed Danral's hands on his sides, helped him comb his messy hair neatly, saw that the buttons of his shirt were a little loose, took out a needle and thread to help him sew it, looked at it stupidly for a moment, smiled and nodded, took out a snow-white sheet, and gently covered Danlar's body.

"Diron, I'll take revenge on you," said Kelana softly, turning around softly, and slowly leaving with gentle steps, as if afraid to wake up her sleeping lover.

Inside and outside the sturdy walls of the Silver Wind Refuge, a battle for life and death is unfolding, the sturdy wall is like a flesh and blood millstone, consuming countless warriors on both sides of the battle, one will be lost and the other will be recaptured, the savage orcs and crazy bear monsters, and the night elves have launched a brutal tug-of-war inside and outside the walls, and every step forward or backward is exchanged for countless flesh and blood.

Stanford's heart was very anxious, the battle of Astrana officially began yesterday morning, but the progress of the war did not go smoothly as expected, the Night Elves held the danger, relying on the advantage of long-range, so that the combined team of the tribe had nothing to gain except to drop a batch of corpses.

What worries Stanford is that, according to reliable intelligence, the Night Elves have assembled on the Black Coast, and the rest of the alliance is preparing to support Ashenvale in the short term.

Every second counts, Chief Garrosh orders him to take the Silverwind Refuge today, and then go to support, Stanford, as the first warrior of the Warsong Clan, with an elite army in his hand, may be the decisive force in this war.

However, the premise is to take the Silverwind Shelter!

The Silverwind Sanctuary was close to the Astrona Horns, and Stanford didn't dare to leave until the Night Elves were completely defeated.

"Mugot, give you half a day!" Stanford tore off the mask of hypocrisy and ordered unceremoniously, "If you can't attack it again, you will personally lead people to the front line!" ”

"You!" Mugot, who has always been arrogant and arrogant, has suffered such idleness, his eyes are full of anger, and he wants to attack, but he is tightly pulled by Gotha next to him.

Gotha is the shaman of the Mugot clan, with strong spells and resourcefulness, and has a very important voice in the tribe, and Mugot usually gives him three points of courtesy.

"Chief, please calm your anger." Gotha nodded slightly, glanced around with his eyes, signaled that this was someone's territory, and persuaded softly.

"What are you!" Stanford took out a warrant for Garo or something, slammed it on Mugot's face, and shouted loudly: "If you can't attack it today, if you don't say it's you, even if I'm going to be able to eat and walk around!" ”

Mugot was reminded by Gotha and quickly calmed down, this is the camp of the orcs, just rely on himself and Gotha two, in case he provokes Stafford to anger, who knows if he will kill himself, and then find a puppet to take over the tribe's forces.

Mugot calmed down, opened the warrant, pretended to glance at it, raised his head, his eyes became firm, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, I'll go back now, press the whole line, I don't believe it, a small shelter can still stop me!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked out.

"Wait—" Stanford's hand was raised, trying to tell Mugot about the Night Elf reinforcements, but as soon as he said a word, Mugot was already far away.

Stanford's face was yin and yang, and the killing intent in his heart flashed away, this Mugot was already suspicious, but so what? Does he dare to rebel? These bear monsters, in front of the powerful Warsong clan, are just a group of local chickens and dogs! Now, of course, Stanford is just using them as cannon fodder, nothing more.

Finally returning to his own territory, Mugot wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and nodded gratefully towards Gotha, he obviously felt Stanford's killing intent, if he didn't run one step faster, the aftermath would be unimaginable.

"Orcs!" Mugot gritted his teeth and spit out a few words, with a strong hatred in his heart, the elite of the clan did their best, fighting for the life of the orcs, and in the end they wanted to kill their own lives.

At this moment, Mugoth regretted that he was in too much of a hurry to participate in this war for the sake of the clan's strength, and now that he thinks about it, what if the orcs fail and the night elves win? What to do on your own? What did the Mugot Clan do? It's just that there will be no place for the gray valley in the future!

What a pity! Mugot sighed in his heart, he was already in it, it was too late to make a move, the only hope was for the orcs to win, and what he did now was to eradicate the nail in front of him!

"Reserves, rush me!" Like a red-eyed gambler, Mugot bets on the last team.

Kailana gasped, looked at the knife wound on her leg, took out the last bottle of healing potion, and was about to take it herself, but after thinking about it, she turned around and fed it to a wounded soldier beside her.

Kailana smiled, took out a bandage, tightened the wound hard, picked up the twin knives on the ground, and walked towards it.

Danral, do you see that? I've already killed two orcs, I'm pretty good, aren't I?