Wielding a huge one-handed sword full of holy light, Ren Fan was in and out of the city three times for a while. After all, he has an advantage that others don't have, and ordinary people also need to watch out for any warlocks' evil spells falling around when they fight, you must know that those ruthless guys never care about the life or death of their allies, and Ren Fan has no such consideration. He doesn't even need to think about the attack of the orcs on the other side, it doesn't matter, let's have a high shield, and A will be fine.

Ren Fan fought smoothly, but the human beings on the entire front were miserable. This is a war, not a hundred and ten people fighting during the Warring States period of the legendary Dwarf Country. In war, the power of the individual is simply too insignificant. Ren Fan doesn't have the ability of those top bigwigs to shake the mountains as soon as they come out of the field, beyond the range of his sword blade, Ren Fan is really powerless even if he has the heart.

With a gorgeous turn, the sword followed the man, and the blade slashed an unlucky orc into two pieces with a sword. Ignoring the sound of the shield behind him, Ren Fan slapped a healing technique on a human soldier who had just been cut to the ground not far away. It doesn't matter if that guy is dead or alive, it doesn't matter if he wasted his precious holy light, and now he doesn't have the mind to dwell on it so much. There are more and more orcs in the city, I don't know how Orgrim made so many green skins, didn't he say that there were not many orcs in the first orc war, so how to explain this situation now!

Ren Fan didn't know, maybe it was the existence of his little butterfly that made Guldan add a first-class clan when he sent out his troops, and Ren Fan also didn't know that the number of orcs in the so-called first orc war was not much, but it just meant that there were not many of their regular troops, and those cheap coolies who grabbed a lot of money were never recorded in it.

And even if it is an orc coolie, if it is really a one-on-one battle, it is not something that an ordinary human soldier can resist, not to mention that the demon blood in their bodies is intensified by Guldan, and they are in a state of madness at this time.

Fearless to death may be the most suitable word for these orcs right now. Seeing that the city defense of Stormwind City was in danger, and at this time, behind the city wall, a black shadow appeared covering the sky. The brigade of griffons roared, and before they could begin to dive, the orc warlocks began shooting into the sky. Dense green flames filled the sky, looking terrifying, but not much. It wasn't so much that they were fighting the griffon knights in the sky, but that the griffon knights took the initiative to load these fireballs.

Without the suppression of the warlocks, the defensive pressure on the city suddenly decreased. The elite warriors who came out of nowhere quickly organized a counter-charge and drove the orcs who had already occupied the city head off the walls. At the same time, the griffin knights, led by Richter Hofen, began to dive and bombard the orcs under the walls. It's just that without the shocking power of goblin products, their bombing effect is indeed much worse.

The griffon, which dived at a wide angle of more than 80 degrees, fell to the ground as if it had committed suicide, and after dropping the bomb, it quickly pulled up with great grace. There are even quite a few daring fellows who have lowered the distance to a terrifying height, using the griffin's large claws to raid the warlocks on the ground. In particular, a guy who painted the griffin red was particularly arrogant, and in just a few moments, two orc warlocks were scratched by his griffons and died miserably.

Relieved, Ren Fan, who was hiding behind the women's wall, trembled a little with his long sword. The amount of holy light consumed just now was not a lot at all, and if it weren't for the fact that this 'Lightbringer' seemed to have added the design of the 'Gathering Ring' to lock in more energy, I am afraid he would not be able to last a few rounds even with milk. The damage caused by the loss of soul was even more severe than he imagined, if it weren't for that, Ren Fan would have the courage to yell at the old man.

The orcs retreated, and the human warriors seemed to be taken aback. Methodically dispose of corpses, rescue the wounded, collect ordnance and arrange a city defense plan by the way. The elite fighters who took the lead in the counterattack withdrew in droves, as if relieved, but without much joy of victory, as if they had become accustomed to it. And the faces of those soldiers who stayed behind also did not have the excitement of the rest of their lives, only indifference.

This kind of tug-of-war seems to be not the first time.

Bolval was a little embarrassed and limped to Ren Fan's side. I was accidentally hit in the leg by an orc with a hammer just now, and although I dodged it in time, I couldn't completely dodge it. Now that his whole leg seemed to be broken, if it weren't for the fear that his inability to stand up would make his already low morale even lower, Bolval didn't even want to take a step now.

Of course, this little injury is nothing. Raise your hand and give a shot of insufficient healing. He couldn't help but gasp as he looked at the panting priest who seemed to be tired, especially the blood dripping down from the long sword in his hand, which was one size larger than the one he used. He could see this guy clearly in the orc pile just now, and I have to say that the person in front of him really broke the sacred and weak image of the priest in his heart.

And when he saw that he was tired and insisted on treating the wounded soldiers around him, Berval was moved. The devotion to the holy light and his gratitude to the life-saving benefactor instantly sublimated the image of Ren Fan, a bastard who had just sprinkled lime in the battle formation, stumbled under his legs, and hit black guns. Walking forward, with a grateful face, Bolwal said to Ren Fan with a sincere face:

"You will be the most sincere friend of the Vortagan family from now on! Sir, I don't know your name yet, but I hope that you will be able to celebrate my marriage with my lover at the wedding after the war......"

Witnessing the marriage of such a top nobleman is not something that any priest can do, this is an affirmation. A nobleman of Berval's level, even if he can't find Stratholme's Little Red Riding Hood, at least Benitista has no problem.

And his willingness to let Ren Fan preside over his wedding is an affirmation of him. If it had been an ordinary pastor, and it was a 'wild' pastor who had not entered the Holy Light Church, I am afraid that he would have been grateful for it a long time ago. When Ren Fan heard this, he subconsciously frowned, not only did he not have any reaction such as thanks, but kicked Boval out of the way.

Then, a ghostly fireball of evil energy smashed into the city, and the heat wave and the indescribable disgusting aura engulfed Ren Fan.

"Bastard, didn't you tell you not to set up a flag casually!" Ren Fan, who rushed out of the evil energy flames, looked furious, and didn't care about this little expert in death, and healed the wounds of the wounded soldiers around him, Ren Fan lay on the head of the city a little lazily, watching the dense black and oppressive orc army retreat backwards.

There was no previous scattering, although it was still a swarm of retreat, but the orcs had some rare rules. With the warlock at the core, the orc warriors took advantage of the slow retreat while guarding against the threat falling from the sky. Warlocks, on the other hand, frantically harassed the human soldiers on the walls with magic to prevent them from using long-range weapons to pursue them at this time.

It seems that the contradictions within the orcs seem to have eased, is there something that is not clear to them? Ren Fan's expression was a little solemn, but after thinking about it in a blink of an eye, he felt that it was unlikely. The purpose of the two guys, Gul'dan and Orgrim, is completely different, Gul'dan may be false and wronged, and Orgrim may swallow his anger, but if he wants them to love each other, I am afraid it will not be possible in the next life. If that were the case, Gul'dan would have taken action in person a long time ago, and Stormwind could still drag on until this time to play with the orcs and come to the city?

Thinking about it, Ren Fan's face eased a lot. Berval, who was kicked hard, saw that his face was slightly pale, and he also came up with a smile. Young Bolval did not yet have the tenacity and sophistication of his future, and the young man, who looked no more than twenty years old, was particularly interested in the strange priest in front of him, who did not seem to be as old as he was. Wiping the dust and blood stains on his face, he was very unaristocratic and talked to Ren Fan without a match.

Overuse of the Holy Light felt like a drunken spirit, and he was conscious, but his movements were a little uncoordinated. Finding a wall that was not dirty and half leaning against it, Ren Fan squinted his eyes and slowly regained his spiritual strength. I don't know if Bolval has too superb hypnotic skills, or if Ren Fan is too tired after a big battle, and after a while, he fell asleep.

And he slept standing up.

Bolval, who was telling a very cold joke, turned his head and found that Ren Fan had already begun to snore, feeling slightly embarrassed. Just as he was about to find a few people to send him back, a dark-haired woman suddenly appeared in the shadows on the side.

After calming down in the past few days, Onexia also realized that her previous state did seem to be a little wrong. However, firstly, the old brother was really annoying to talk in his ear, and secondly, Ren Fan's injury was indeed caused by himself, so Onexia decided to take good care of Ren Fan these days, and when he recovered, he would return to his original state. Just saw that Ren Fan was going to kill, so she didn't help. And now that Ren Fan is tired and asleep, Onexia naturally won't let Ren Fan sleep standing here like a horse.

Gently leaning Ren Fan's head on his shoulder, holding Ren Fan's arm, Onexia carried Ren Fan to the side with her slender and thin body. Except for Ren Fan, Onexia had no interest in other humans, so naturally he didn't even say hello and prepared to leave at this time. Seeing this, Bolval naturally stepped forward to stop him, and the next moment, when he saw the stunning face under Onexia's hood, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

In this way, in the blood-stained city, the regent of Stormwind and the Countess of Presto met for the first time in history.

"I don't know what ...... you are" Seeing such a beautiful woman, even Berval, who was noisy all day long to go home and get married, couldn't help but feel a little gentleman. It's just that his current appearance is really far from that of a gentleman. Pointing at Ren Fan, he asked with a smile. Although it can be confirmed that this person should not be an enemy, otherwise it would definitely not be such an action. But it is better to ask the matter clearly, otherwise once the pastor has anything to do, he Bovar will not be able to explain.

"I'll take him home." Onexia said coldly, succinctly, as if any more word to these humans would demean her identity. Unfortunately, too much simplicity can easily lead to misunderstandings. With a sudden realization on his face, Boval arched his hand and said:

"Madame, your husband has really helped us a lot today, and I am very grateful for your help, but if I remember correctly, the pastor cannot get married....... Sorry sorry, I don't know anything, just when I didn't say it...... Oops......"

After receiving a punch, Onexia stomped her foot with a flushed face, and her seemingly slender but powerful little foot stepped lightly on Boval's foot, and the earth-shattering screams were heard far and wide in the city. Hearing this strange voice, Lothar, who was patrolling in the distance, couldn't help frowning. And beside him, a bearded dwarf with his hands behind his back looked thoughtful. As if interrupted by this scream, he couldn't help but spit on the ground in dissatisfaction, and then cursed:

"What the hell is screaming, killing pigs!"

"Who knows, maybe it's really killing pigs." Lothar said with a smile, and it was obvious that the smile on his face did not seem to be fake. The reason is very simple, the short man next to him has a lot of origin. This dwarf has the surname Copperbeard.