Attack on North County?

Even the distraught Khadgar calmed down and found that this matter was somewhat unreliable. Compared to the distance from the Elwyn Forest Line to Stormwind, Northshire is undoubtedly closer to the capital. Stormwind's support isn't even slower than the orcs' onslaught.

What's more, the entire North County has long since been emptied. Even if the defenders can't defeat it, it can still be done by escaping. Lothar has always been convinced of the escape level of the soldiers brought out by this group of nobles.

But the problem is that he doesn't dare to guarantee it.

Lothar couldn't guarantee that she was right.

Once the Northern County is really quickly conquered, the tribe's army can completely fight back with a beautiful hook, and surround its own team of less than 10,000 people in the center. Using the big man who appeared today to contain Khadgar and besiege with superior forces, even if Lothar has three heads and six arms, it is impossible to lead the Iron Horse Brotherhood to defeat and win.

By that time, the mage could teleport and the knight could break through, but the nearly 10,000 soldiers could not escape. They had only one fate, to be crushed by the orcs.

And abandon the camp to support North County?

There are countless stories in history of retreats turning into routs, and no one knows where the main force of the tribe is. Just now, he sent ten elite scout squads, but within sight, five squads were assassinated silently. The opponent has clearly wanted to block his own sources, and the fate of the remaining five squads cannot escape a dead word.

But he must not really sit here and be blind and deaf, and in the first place, Lothar found Khadgar. But the results were dismal.

"Orcs have high-level spellcasters, and they are not the beasts we imagine only know how to fight. The energy fluctuation of the teleportation spell is too obvious, and if you use teleportation, it is easy to be targeted by the opponent's caster, and there will be no return when the time comes! ”

"So what do we do?" Lothar's expression became more and more solemn, although he already had some thoughts in his heart, he was really a little embarrassed to say it. Squeezing his eyes heavily at Kad, his mouth twitching unnaturally a few times, the Grand Duke pinned his hopes on Khadgar to become his 'confidant', but the archmage apprentice did not have this idea, as if he suddenly felt his own fragility and inadequacy, he took out the spell book and devoted himself to learning, with a 'I just love to learn, don't let me stop' Xuebuli face.

"Eh, ahem, that, Mr. Ren Fan, I suddenly have a not-so-mature idea, I don't know if you're interested in listening to it."

"Needless to say......" As soon as Lothar mentioned his name, Ren Fan knew that his idle days were gone. Supporting his knees with both hands, Ren Fan stood up a little helplessly: "Give me a fast horse, and I will bring you the news back as soon as possible." ”

"Mr. Ren Fan, you are really ...... Everyone stands and salutes Mr. Ren Fan! ”

Lothar looked pretended to be grateful to Dade, with loud slogans, standard movements, and a 90-degree bend like an insurance salesman, and her expression was so sincere that she couldn't fault it.

However, both Lothar and Ren Fan knew that what he was doing was only part of the deal. It's just that it doesn't look so abrupt to put on such a warm and affectionate coat.

Roll over with the help of the soldier and get on the horse. As soon as he pulled the reins, the war horse man stood up. Then the horse's hooves fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. Turning the horse's head, Ren Fan rode forward without hesitation. In the distance, all they could see was a knight running to the camp gate from afar, and then he made another turn and turned back.

"Well, I suddenly remembered something......" In the somewhat strange eyes of everyone, Ren Fan ran back. Touching his nose a little embarrassedly, he whispered with a hint of grayness:

"I suddenly forgot a question, I don't seem to know how to get to that place......"

On the road to North County, two war horses galloped wildly. With a fearless momentum, Windthor took the lead, and the flying hooves seemed to carry the fearlessness of a brave man. And Ren Fan, who fell behind him, could only hold up a shield to block the oncoming wind and sand.

Even if you know you won't die on an orc, you won't be so unrestrained, boy!

With a hard grip on the horse's belly, Ren Fan quickly followed, and Wendsol turned into a parallel and walked forward.

"Didn't I say you're afraid?" There is no topic, Ren Fan can only close his eyes and talk about a problem that ordinary people will have. It's just that the speed is too fast, the wind is howling, and if he wants Wendsol to hear clearly, he can only shout.

"A true soldier is never afraid!"

Knowing that he wouldn't die at the hands of those greenskins, Windsol was naturally willing to make his image a little taller. As for the Black Dragon...... Please, how could the black dragon have intersected with this group of beasts that were said to be from another world! At the very least, they don't even know the language!

Of course, Wendthor didn't know that a terrifying black dragon had already targeted the orcs, and a 10,000-year-old conspiracy would also surface.

"In a quarter of an hour, we should be able to see the orcs if they do attack this side...... As for the ambush...... I heard from the brothers on the front line that this group of idiots is a swarm of bees when they fight, and they don't understand those advanced things at all. This time, it is estimated that most of the defenders of the North County are making a fuss, and they panicked when they saw a few orc squads......"

Before he could finish his sentence, a spear flew through the woods. The sharp tip of the spear collided with the shield that Ren Fan had arranged earlier, making a muffled sound. Shaking his horse twice, Windthor reached out with this rhythm, grabbed two throwing spears, and with a flick of his wrist, the spears turned back and pierced into the deep woods.

"Well, when I didn't say ......" It was not pleasant to be slapped in the face by his own words, his mouth twitched, and Wendsol drew the long sword at his waist, assumed a vigilant posture, and the speed of the speed slowed down considerably. But Ren Fan, who was still half a position behind him, did not slow down at all. With an oval-shaped shield, Ren Fan continued to gallop forward without caring about the possible threat with his men and horses.

Then he felt his crotch sink down, and his horse's front feet stepped into the air, and in an instant he fell into a trap dug in advance. Behind Ren Fan, Wendsol swung his sword scabbard like playing golf, smashing Ren Fan, who had already fallen, into the air, rolled twice on the ground, and then stopped in a daze.

Before Ren Fan could get up from the ground, a sense of impact came. Through the barrier of holy light, Ren Fan saw a hideous face, as well as a battle blade full of gaps on his right hand.

Clan of Broken Hands!