"Kill!"

Marlon shouted loudly, and then slammed the orc warrior in front of him to the ground, and the sharp tip of the sword stabbed into the opponent's chest without hesitation.

After killing the enemy in front of him, Marlon stepped on the orc's corpse and drew his sword, while looking around at the shape of the battlefield.

Warrant Officer Oku's more than 300 Sentinel Ridge garrisons had been hiding in the hills on the side of the battlefield, and they rushed to the chaotic orc army after Marlon had killed the orc commanders as planned.

On the frontal battlefield, the most elite and well-trained Xiquan garrison and the Yeshi Town militia led by Ma Long himself; Although the militia of Yuexi Town followed behind, no one expected them to do anything other than to be strong.

The shape on the battlefield was very anxious, and the human side did not have much advantage; Although they were more numerous and killed the orc commander, they had to admit that the orcs were indeed born warriors.

More than two hundred orcs put a lot of pressure on these human soldiers, after all, they were fighting in the field, although the orcs were not good at group combat, but these human soldiers were also unable to play the advantage of numbers due to lack of training.

Under the leadership of Ma Long, the Xiquan garrison was like a sharp knife inserted into the orc military array, and everywhere it went, there was flesh and blood; The orcs fell, and in the face of warriors who were more fierce than them, the orcs who had lost their commander were just as afraid of battle.

However, in other parts of the battlefield, except for Warrant Officer Oku and a few of his own soldiers, who were able to fight with the orcs, the other soldiers could only barely gather back to back, relying on the length of the spears in their hands to avoid being overwhelmed by the manic orc warriors in one fell swoop.

Malone and his soldiers were tired, but they had to grit their teeth and persevere; Marlon led the Westspring garrison and the militia of Nightshade to fight incessantly in the orc positions, and although they advanced more and more slowly, they always moved forward steadfastly—with each orc killed, the battle could be ended sooner.

Roubles is active in every corner of the battlefield - there is no enemy in front of Malone, and this silver-white giant wolf does not need to be guarded by his master's side.

Like a white ghost, it kept jumping away from the corpse of one orc and leaping towards the throat of another—a battle in which Rubos was more powerful than his master, Marlon, to be sure.

Hogg the Gnoll was a little awkward as he moved around the battlefield - his legs were a little short compared to his tall stature, making it difficult for him to run quickly.

However, the gnoll also had red eyes, and he screamed and waved the short sword in his hand, and with his strong body, which was almost on par with the orcs, he could have achieved a great deal of success—the orcs could not have imagined that a tribe of gnolls that they had slaughtered on the march would cost them more blood today.

……

The battle to defend the town of Moon Creek began at dusk and ended until the sun almost completely set the horizon.

The four-hour battle was extremely fierce, the land north of Moonstream Town was almost dyed reddish-brown, and the battlefield was littered with the corpses of orcs and humans lying down.

Marlon stood in the middle of the battlefield, watching the militiamen pull their fallen comrades out of the entanglement with the corpses of the orcs and carry them to the edge of the battlefield; Those who were still able to barely move supported each other and walked to Yuexi Town with difficulty.

"I hope Miss Tiffany can keep it busy."

Robin stood beside Malone and said in a complicated tone - surviving from the battlefield is not the best outcome, and many of these wounded may not be able to walk in the future, or will not be able to do heavy work.

"This group of green-skinned crumbs is really tough...... Bah! ”

Paul cursed and swore as he limped towards Marlon and Robin, supported by De Jong - he had been slightly wounded in the battle, and his thigh had been grazed by an orc's tomahawk, and he was bleeding all over the ground; But it was lucky, he almost lost the leg forever.

"yes, that's a tough ......"

Malone took a deep breath and echoed Paul's words.

Humanity eventually won this small battle, but at a terrible cost; Two hundred orcs were wiped out in the town of Moonstream, and in order to do so, Marlon chased these valiant soldiers for hundreds of paces until he crucified the last orc to the ground with a spear.

But on the human side...... More than 150 soldiers were killed in the battle, nearly 50 soldiers were seriously wounded, and the remaining hundreds were all slightly wounded.

The militia of Night Town and the militia of Yuexi Town suffered more than 30 percent of the battle losses, and the Sentinel Ridge garrison of Warrant Officer Oku was almost completely wiped out, and even the most elite Xiquan garrison was reduced by four people.

The two moons rose one after the other, and the bright but dreamy blue moonlight shone on Ma Long's body; He looked up and looked far northeast—though out of sight, Stormwind was in that direction.

Marlon had thought that maybe he could integrate the power of these human survivors and reclaim Stormwind; But now, he was skeptical of the idea—there were more than three hundred orcs in Stormwind; With these remnants defeated, can you really do this?

……

"I ...... I can't believe we won! No...... I don't mean that you don't have faith in Sir Lothar, I mean...... With the Light above, we actually won! ”

In the town hall, old Sir Elgardine said loudly as he tapped the floor with his cane.

"It's not a victory, Sir Elgardine, our losses are too great."

Malone corrected the old mayor's statement, and Robin and Paul remained silent—they were still basking in the pain of losing their comrades, and Sir Elgardine's excitement made them feel a little ...... Unacceptable.

"I know, I know, but ...... Sir Lothar, there are also dozens of families in the town of Mooncreek who have lost their loved ones since. But the sacrifices were worth it, and we saved more lives, didn't we? ”

Sir Elgardine sat back in front of Marlon with some embarrassment, and he realized that he had neglected the emotions of the soldiers.

Malone nodded silently—he found himself a little too immature as a leader—whether it was Sir Elgardine, or McLaren, the tax collector of Sentinel Ridge, who had known that the battle was destined to be a heavy loss; Malone didn't have the luxury of expecting that none of the human soldiers would die, but ...... When you experience death firsthand, it is far more difficult to accept than to pay lip service.

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