Ren Fan was nervous.

The hastily organized defense line, the demoralized rout, the complex terrain, the all-pervasive enemy, and the endless darkness hide countless killing opportunities, none of which Ren Fan can solve. At this time, he realized that he was so vulnerable, and the knowledge of two lifetimes could not bring him the slightest help, and the only thing he could provide to these soldiers was perhaps his relatively iron braincase.

But soon, Ren Fan found that his anxiety was completely superfluous. Windsor ran and commanded with ease, and the whole position was moved by him in an orderly manner. As for him, the real commander, it seems to have been forgotten. Except for standing in the middle of the road and getting in the way, it didn't do anything at all.

Lothar certainly couldn't have put a new man who knew nothing about strategy in charge of a line of defense, that was a joke on everyone's lives. In fact, all Lothar needed was a gimmick.

"Our commander, who has connections in the dragon clan, is in command of our first frontline, don't worry, those monsters can't be defeated. Even if our soldiers are defeated, there will be dragons! ”

In this state of panic, nothing is more reassuring than a strong helping hand. Consciously channeled, the rumors spread rapidly among the refugees, and even versions of the dragons' aid army counterattack appeared.

It's ridiculous, but the more ridiculous things are, the more marketable they are. Even though most of them are hungry, the spirits of the refugees are visibly improving. And the fact that more and more women and children are being sent to warships has also made the mood of the refugees more and more stable. Although the destruction of the home is not a pleasant thing, Stormwind City at this time is not the Celestial Empire of another time and space, and the house is really not a luxury here. Touching the gold and silver in their arms, some optimists have already begun to conceive of their future house layout.

It's just that unlike the refugees, Lothar's expression became more and more solemn at this time.

News from the scouts ahead, it seems that the orcs are gathering. The thought of the coming night made Lothar feel unusually heavy.

He wasn't even sure if he would survive the night.

Looking at the warships slowly sailing into the harbor, and the large and small merchant ships that took advantage of the last glimmer of twilight to frantically approach the Cypriots, Lothar gritted his teeth. Snatched Varian from the hands of the adjutant behind him. Lift the swaddling cloth and open the pendant around its neck. Looking at the smiling couple above, Lothar couldn't help but feel a little sour in her eyes.

"Khadgar, can I trust you?" Helping Varian cover his swaddling clothes, Lothar turned her head and said in a serious tone to Khadgar beside her.

"From Karazan to Stormwind, when do you think I let you down?"

"Very good...... Loza paused slightly, then handed the swaddling clothes to Khadgar:

"Take him to Lordaeron and find Terenus...... Also, give this letter to the head of the Barov family, who will help you contact Dalaran and provide you with the help he can. Don't use teleportation, the little guy can't stand such a toss. Take the boat and go now! ”

Opening his mouth, Khadgar finally didn't say anything, just patted his chest, and then, under the protection of a group of soldiers, stepped onto the huge battleship that was about to leave the port.

Seeing them leave, Lothar seemed to have put down a big stone, and the whole person seemed to be much more relaxed. Regardless, he saved the last hope of the Stormwind Kingdom. As for what's next......

Who cares about him!

As much as I wish the damn sun never set, night inevitably came. There were low cries in the distance, and in the moonlight, faintly, some dark shadows could be seen speeding through the houses that had not yet been bulldozed. The original commercial street has become a three-dimensional line of defense, and Wendsol, who knows very well the combat effectiveness of the orcs, very simply gave up the stupid decision to fight the orcs head-on, and countless soldiers were scattered by him to buildings near and far, which made Ren Fan think that he was in Berlin in 1945 for a while.

Before it was completely dark, Wendthor finally managed to arrange everything. Slightly tired, he fell down on the sofa of a rich man who didn't know which one, took out the small wine bottle from his arms, hesitated, but he still tightened the mouth of the bottle and carried the wine bottle back into his arms.

"How's that, do you have any faith?"

couldn't see any doorway at all, Ren Fan consciously put himself in the position of a wet nurse. The gentle light between his fingers slowly flowed into Windsol's body, quickly relieving his exhaustion.

With a somewhat reluctant smile in gratitude, Windsol sighed softly and shook his head with a wry smile. Time is too short, and countless disadvantages are listed in front of him, even the most big-hearted and confident commander cannot give an optimistic answer.

"Resign yourself to fate, the Holy Light is above, as long as I can survive this time, let me follow the choir of the Order to praise the Holy Light every day!"

"Forget it, I don't want your old face to pop out of a bunch of priest girls."

After scolding with a smile, he took a cigar from Ren Fan's hand, and just put it in his mouth, a piercing gong sound came from not far away. The hand shook violently, and the flames of the lighter almost burned to the eyebrows. Reluctantly lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, stood up, and hammered Ren Fan heavily on the chest, and Wendsol immediately walked out of the room without hesitation. Then his trademark broken gong voice rang out.

Dark green skin is the best camouflage color in the dark night, and in the moonlight, the silent orc army rushes to the fragile and thin line of defense like an endless tide of darkness. At a glance, you can't even tell where the orcs are and where the night is, you just feel that they are overwhelming and endless.

A suffocating tide of darkness.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the orc's forward was already in range. Breathing a little shorter, Windsol stared at the pre-drawn marker, his right hand raised in the air, trembling slightly.

There was a dead silence on the human lines, and everyone was staring in the direction of the main position. With a slightly crazy smile on his face, Wendthor waved his right hand heavily and roared hoarsely:

"Volley, elevation two, triple shot !!"

The archers, who had been waiting for a long time, threw their arrows into the sky. In order to be seen by the other teams, they chose rockets for the first few rounds of salvos. The dense glow of the fire pierced the night with a bright trail and threw it into the sky. Immediately, it fell into the orcs like a meteor shower.

The flames ignited the gunpowder that had been sprinkled on the ground beforehand, and the powder kegs that were half-buried on the ground exploded one after another, turning into huge flames. Screams rang out from the silent ranks of the orcs, and their characteristic chaotic roars rang out. For some reason, hearing their voices, the original suffocating depression suddenly dissipated a lot.

But at this time, Wendsol picked up the whistle hanging around his neck in a little hurry, and the sharp whistle pierced people's ears, and when they heard this sound, the archers who were originally shooting freely lowered their bodies one by one and hid behind cover.

Almost at the same time, dark green flames sliced through the sky, and evil flames smashed into the bunkers, easily turning the hastily prepared bunkers into a cloud of shards.

Soon, however, several hidden siege crossbows made a dull noise. The long arrows like short spears easily delivered five-pound bags of explosives to the warlocks. Amid the sound of explosions, the battlefield suddenly fell silent. Through the remaining fires on the battlefield, you can see the corpses scattered and the wounded struggling in pain on the ground.

The quieter it was, the more solemn Wendsol's expression became. Putting his ear to the ground, Wendsol's eyes narrowed slightly, and then, he stood up sharply, and shouted in the loudest voice:

"Attention all, the orc cavalry has arrived!"