"Ahh

The miserable cry was unusually loud in the silence of the town. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Be careful!"

Brooks roared, pulling the reins with a forceful pull, and the Nightblade Leopard was forced to twist and rush in the direction from which the cry came from, driven by the orc.

"Keep up!"

Garrod decisively commanded the soldiers to rush forward.

The elves were apparently much better at riding than Brooks, and soon caught up with Brooks.

The old orc warrior, however, and his mount stopped at a street corner - his hand holding the oak axe grew tighter, and the nightblade leopard that straddled it also prostrated itself, its limbs clutching tightly into the ground, as a precursor to an attack.

"Cloth ......"

Garrod's words did not continue, because the scene in front of him had made the elven commander's mouth open and unable to close.

It is a wide street that seems to be the main thoroughfare of the small town. The houses on either side had collapsed, and the elves' vision was gone, except for the green mist.

Through the mist, Garrod could faintly see countless slender figures standing, gathered together like civilians watching the performance at the festival of elves. At the forefront, and most distinct, was the armoured elven soldier, whom Garrod recognized as a member of his own squad - the owner of the scream.

"Kent, what's going on?"

Garrod shouted loudly, Kent was the soldier's name.

The soldier's figure moved, and he moved. His posture looked unusually clumsy, and he staggered when he walked, as if he was drunk.

Garrod frowned, and he raised his hand. The elven soldiers behind them quietly drew their weapons and clenched them in their hands, and the Nightblade Leopards fell silent, breathing low.

Kent's figure slowly approached, and the elves saw him more clearly.

His armor was covered with dirt, red, green, and black, and his ......face looked as pale as white paper, and his mouth was wide open. To Garrod's shock, a part of his face had been torn open, one eye was gone, and the jet-black sockets were chilling.

Kent got closer and closer, his weapon raised high, and swung it at Brooks at the front. Garrod suddenly saw several figures behind him.

Garrod was about to rebuke his own soldiers. Brooks had already acted.

The old orc tightened the reins and reoriented the mount. The Nightblade Panther sprang out, clawing the soldier in the chest, sending him flying like a toy.

Blox restrained the leopard who wanted to continue the pursuit, and Garrod and the others had already caught up.

The elven commander looked at the place where the elven soldier fell.

"What's going on? He looks ......"

"He's not your subordinate anymore, Garrod." Brooks said without looking back, his gaze fixed on the figures that were getting clearer and clearer out of the mist, "He's dead!" Fast! A few more are coming! ”

Garrod looked in the direction he was pointing—and shook his head in horror.

The warrior stood up again, and his face and **** were even more terrifying than just now. He picked up his sword, still staggering towards them.

Behind him, some other figures became clear—the Night Elves, but they looked even more terrifying than the soldier. Some were torn from head to toe, while others were missing arms and legs. All of them looked indifferent and walked forward desperately.

Although the shock in his heart made Garrod feel like he was about to stop breathing, he still instinctively gave the order.

"All evacuate! Get out of the city! ”

Garrod's order stopped Brooks, who had planned to rush up, and he looked at the elven commander suspiciously.

"It's a conspiracy! Brooks. Garrod shouted, and the brilliant Night Elves, combined with the scenes on their way, soon came to a terrible conclusion - the enemy had already laid everything out and was waiting for them to burrow into the ambush pit.

"Trust me! We must evacuate immediately! ”

Garrod's firm tone made Blox no longer suspicious, and the old orc nodded, turning his mount and following the elves in the direction they had come.

"Where's the road?"

The soldiers wandered in a clearing in some panic, and the Nightblade Leopard let out a low roar of uneasiness. The way from which it came has disappeared into the green mist. And the dense figure is getting more and more in the dense fog......

"It's too late! We are already surrounded. Garrod struggled to compose himself, "Get ready to fight, brothers!" ”

The elven soldiers who followed Garrod were veterans who had survived several battles, after Garrod gave the order. They quickly drove their mounts, and the messy formation was back in order.

"Roar~"

With an earth-shattering roar, Brooks and the seated Nightblade Leopard rushed out. The tomahawk swept in front of the mount, each time with exceptional precision. Countless broken, bloodstained hands were chopped off by sharp axes, and terrifying heads flew up.

"Damn it! What the hell is this?! ”

Garrod slashed off the hand that had been grasping at him with a sword, but the owner of the hand opened and closed his broken jaw as if it were not his own, and continued to charge at him and his mount, as if he was not willing to give up on his goal.

"What did the demons do?! How dare they ......"

"There's nothing they wouldn't dare to do!"

Brooks slammed his axe around, and the row of zombies in front of him was broken in two and fell to the ground.

"This is blasphemy against the dead!!"

Garrod roared with his red eyes open.

"You think they'll care?!"

Garrod stopped talking, and drove the Nightblade Leopard like madness, his sword slashing off one familiar face after another. The rest of the squad was silent, their anger turning into flames of vengeance, their weapons hesitantly waving at their former compatriots, the monster in front of them.

"You can't go on like this! Garrod - " Blox gasped, the Nightblade Panther beneath him was covered in wounds, not fatal, but it continued to drain the blood of the mighty beast, and along with it, the physical strength. The orcs could clearly sense that the Nightblade Panther's movements were getting slower and slower.

"There are too many of them."

Garrod understood what the orcs meant, just like fighting the demon legions, the elves did not have the strong physique of the demons, and they would be exhausted to death sooner or later.

"Arrow formation, ready to break through!"

"You break through, I'm responsible for breaking the rear!"

"We will not abandon our brothers!" The elven commander said categorically.

Brooks' swinging tomahawk paused for a moment, then moved on, splitting the two swooping zombies in two.

"I know how to deal with them. Don't worry about me, I'll follow. ”

Garrod shook his head, long before the war broke out. He became friends with Carl and Brooks in Sulama's bar, and from Carl's words, he vaguely guessed something about Blox. I also know how painful and heavy self-blame this seemingly bloody, brave and fearless orc has in his heart.

"I'm not going to give you a chance to look down on the Night Elves again, Brooks."

The old orc turned his head and saw Garrod's face with a sneering tone that had never been more serious and firm than ever.

Brooks suddenly grinned.

"I'll be patient and wait for the opportunity to reappear."

"But definitely not today! Not now! Garrod laughed too, "But seriously, you're so ugly when you laugh!" ”

Brooks' smile froze.

"Haha-"

Garrod finally burst out laughing, and the rest of the soldiers laughed with their commander, as if everything in front of them could be broken......

The old orc looked at the indulgent elves, and his mind returned to the bloody battle in Mount Hyjal—and he and his brothers also laughed and rushed towards the demons at the moment when they were surrounded by countless demons......

"Blox......

"Call me Brooks Hega!" (To be continued.) )