"Of course it can't be...... Those orcs have taken Stormwind! Mr. McLaren, you've probably seen the walls of Stormwind, right? Even the watchtowers at Sentinel Ridge are not as tall as the walls of Stormwind, and the army there is dozens of times larger than my men...... With Stormwind all falling, what can we do? ”

Warrant Officer Oku replied reluctantly—he would die for the sake of these refugees of the Wild West, if necessary; He believed that the same was true of his soldiers, but ......

Warrant Officer Oku didn't see any point in such a death - the orcs would step on their corpses and continue wielding the blades of the slaughter - of course, Warrant Officer Oku had never seen orcs himself, he had only seen similar portraits from Stormwind's announcements. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"yes...... Warrant Officer Oku, that's why we don't trust those goblins...... Have you ever wondered that we all know this, don't those goblins know? Even if they ask us for all the gold in Sentinel Ridge's stockpile, won't we give it to them? ”

McLaren analyzed.

"Of course...... Will they be given, right? ”

Warrant Officer O'Sleepy replied with some uncertainty - of course he didn't care, the gold coins weren't his.

"But why do those goblins only need a small commission? It's only such a small amount of money...... Is it worth them sailing so long to 'rescue' us? When...... Are the goblins beginning to learn compassion and compassion? ”

McLaren continued.

"This ...... It has nothing to do with sympathy...... Maybe...... Anyway, they still make money, don't they? ”

Warrant Officer Oku said with some uncertainty.

"I think they're up to something...... Because they didn't want us to have other choices, they gave us such advantageous conditions. ”

McLaren made his own judgment - he had thought so back in Sentinel Ridge, but Warrant Officer Oku was so excited that he would soon be able to escape with the refugees of the Wild West, and McLaren felt that even if he said anything, it would be useless.

Now that Sir Elgardine's stubbornness had frustrated Warrant Officer O'Sleepy, McLaren felt that perhaps now was an opportunity to convince the garrison officer.

"These are all your guesses...... Unfounded. ”

Warrant Officer Oku thought for a moment, shook his head and said.

"Since you say so......"

McLaren shook his head, too—he felt more stubborn as Warrant Officer Oku himself.

"Whether you agree with it or not, Sir Elgardine...... In three days at most, I will arrange for those who are willing to leave to board the ship. ”

Warrant Officer Oku knocked on the table and announced his decision.

"You can't do that, Warrant Officer Oku...... What do you let the people who stay? If you and your soldiers are gone, we won't have any ability to resist the orc attack. ”

Sir Elgardine said with a glare.

"Of course I can do that, Sir Elgardine...... And, who said that me and my soldiers were leaving? ”

Warrant Officer Oku said dissatisfied.

"What?"

Sir Elgardine was stunned for a moment.

"I will send those who are willing to leave on board, but ...... I will stay, and my soldiers. I'm not going to watch those of you who are left behind being slaughtered by the orcs, and if they want to, they'll have to step over our corpses. ”

"Of course, if that day comes...... Sir Elgardine, I hope you will understand that it is your stubbornness that kills the remainder. ”

Warrant Officer Oku dropped his last words, and turned to leave the room, leaving the old mayor so stubborn that he wanted to beat him up.

"Warrant Officer Oku! You...... You don't have to. ”

Sir Elgardine, who was startled by the words of the Sentinel Ridge Guard, subconsciously stood up and said in a complicated tone.

"Of course I can, Sir Elgardine. But a true soldier does not stand idly by and watch his countrymen slaughtered by the enemy and do nothing - this is what Marshal Anduin Lothar taught us, which I will remember and put into practice for the rest of my life. If you want to thank him, thank you, Lord Marshal! ”

Warrant Officer Oku did not look back, but stood in the doorway with his back to Sir Elgardine and said loudly, and then left the room with his head held high.

After Warrant Officer Oku left, there was silence in the room; Both Sir Elgardine and McLaren were surprised and admired by Warrant Officer Oku's words before leaving—Warrant Officer Oku thought he could escape by getting on a goblin ship, but he chose to stay; He is not the kind of bureaucrat who is greedy for life and afraid of death, but a real warrior.

Mr. McLaren...... Am I doing something wrong? ”

Sir Elgardine glanced at McLaren beside him and asked softly.

"No, Sir Elgardine. Believe me, those goblins must have something up their sleeve. ”

McLaren shook his head and said to Sir Elgardine.

"But...... What exactly? And...... How are we going to deal with the orcs that are closing in on us? ”

Sir Elgardine frowned, and asked McLaren helplessly—the old mayor had lived his life, seen countless winds and waves, but had never been so desperate as he was today—and Stormwind had been devastated in the face of the orc army's onslaught, and Mooncreek had ...... Can it still be saved?

Suddenly, Sir Elgardine was a little disheartened; It suddenly occurred to him that perhaps Brigadier Oku's words were right—even if the goblins were indeed engaged in some conspiracy, but...... Either way, they can't be more evil than orcs, right?

"There will always be a way, Sir Elgardine, there will always be a ......"

McLaren whispered as he fell into deep thought—can the survivors of the Wild West really be saved?

……

There was no way to distinguish between day and night in the only fluorescent tunnels, and Malone and his soldiers could only grope their way forward with the stone wall, stopping to rest when they were too tired to hold on.

The soldiers were running out of food, and most importantly, there was very little water left of the water they had brought up from the Elwyn River—how could they swallow the thick, hard rusks, if not to mention that everyone was so thirsty that their throats were smoking?

"How long is it going to go?"

Marlon sat and rested with his back against the stone wall as he asked Robin.

"It's been less than a whole day."

Robin pulled out the pocket watch Paul had given him from his bosom and replied with a faint green glow against the number of days he had recorded.

"I hope it's still too late......"

Malone said again.

"By all means...... It's in time. ”

Robin nodded—and thought of the Morsons who had taken care of him as a child—and wished they could hide out of range of the orc army......