Compared with ordinary humans, these orcs have a much higher fighting quality, and their combat ability and will are far from being comparable to ordinary farmers. "≤, it only took a few minutes before and after, and the wolf cavalry force of several hundred people had been assembled, and the attack front had also been formed, and the murderous spirit was ready to fight.

Cheng Xiaotian secretly praised it, although they were far inferior to their own three legions, they were not inferior to the ordinary human regular army.

The sound of horses' hooves in the mountain pass ahead became more and more urgent, and judging from the neat and rhythmic sound, there was a well-trained cavalry army, numbering at least a few hundred. The wolf cavalry's faces became solemn, and at the same time they were a little puzzled, how could there be formed cavalry units in this mountain?

They are not afraid of the regular cavalry army, but the old and weak women and children of the tribe are here, and if they really fight, their casualties will be very serious.

The nervous wait did not last long, and a "blue cloud" gushed out from the mountain barrier, and a group of unarmored light cavalry flashed out. All of them carried long swords and hard bows, and their horses were skillful, and they were neatly dressed in blue uniforms, except for one of the generals in front of them, who wore conspicuous white power suits.

Seeing this army approaching on horseback, the orcs immediately became nervous, this strange army was extremely imposing, and the generals on the horses were all extremely delicate, and they didn't see their hundreds of wolf riders at all, and they didn't slow down all the way.

Gattuso glanced at the high priest and hurriedly came out and shouted, "Which army is coming?" This is the Frostwolf Tribe camp, please don't ram the civilians! ”

Before the words fell, Cheng Xiaotian stepped on the Yuntong Sword and slowly descended in front of him, turned around and waved his hand at the wolf cavalry, and said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, it's my men and horses who are coming."

Hearing this, the orcs breathed a sigh of relief, but they still maintained a vigilant posture.

After the cavalry team approached for a while, it finally stopped, and the white-clothed general stepped forward alone and gave a military salute to Cheng Xiaotian. "The first part of the Shushan Revenge Army came to report."

It was none other than Deputy Commander Barton Jr. who came.

After the Shushan army rushed to the nameless village, Lan Ya waited with one garrison, and Little Barton immediately led the other into the mountain. They caught up with the militia led by Feren halfway through, and now these men were not far behind.

Seeing this scene, the orcs finally relaxed their guard completely, and Drektar ordered to disperse the formation.

"Your Excellency." Little Barton asked suspiciously, "Why don't you see the enemy?" Is the war over? ”

Cheng Xiaotian shook his head, his face became solemn, "I have other important business, I have to go out of the mountain to Gilneth, you have to hurry up to find the Thunderspear Dwarf, I am always worried that something will happen." ”

At the moment, Cheng Xiaotian recounted the battle as it was, he was not worried about the syndicate bandits who had fallen into chaos, what really worried him was the dragon that disappeared inexplicably.

Xiao Barton got the military order, and after asking the location, he waved back without hesitation, and the 500 soldiers of the Shushan Revenge Legion gathered in a column again, brushed the frost wolf orc camp and drove into the deep mountains. The orcs stood in front of their tents and watched as the mighty army departed.

"Your Excellency, are you leaving?" Drektar, who was side by side with Cheng Xiaotian, asked.

Cheng Xiaotian nodded, with a tired look on his face, he originally came to look for support, but unexpectedly, not only did he achieve nothing, but he was involved in the chaotic battle, and he fell deeper and deeper. The war is imminent, and the pre-war preparations on the Alliance's side are unfolding in an orderly manner, where should the Arathi Basin, which was already at an absolute disadvantage, go now?

Do you want to just quit? But......

"Your lord, your heart is in turmoil, and this is not a good sign." Drektar looked at Cheng Xiaotian and said.

Cheng Xiaotian smiled bitterly, "It's an honor to walk with Your Excellency for a while, and now, I have to leave." ”

After that, Cheng Xiaotian hugged his fists and saluted, and flew directly into the sky with the sword, and Drektar watched the sword light disappear into the sky, and let out a long sigh.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted eagerly overhead, and the orcs looked up, only to see a blue crow sweeping over the camp, chasing the sword light for a while, and after losing it, it had no choice but to stop.

"Hey!" Lan Yu also sighed heavily, looked at the orcs all over the ground below, and reluctantly turned around and flew to the north, secretly slandering in his heart. How comfortable and comfortable you are at home, why did you wade into this troubled water? But the matter was not done, and he couldn't pick his son and leave, so he had to chase the Shushan army into the mountains.

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The next morning, in the heart of the Alterac Mountains.

The terrain here is getting higher and higher, and you can already see the snow on the top of the mountain all year round, but the base of the mountain is relatively warm, and there are coniferous forests, but the fog is shrouded, wet and cold.

Between the two mountains, there was a valley, and at the bottom of the valley was a man-deep accumulation of dead branches and leaves, and the surface was covered with a thick layer of frost. At this time, the sun has just climbed to the top of the mountain, the sun sets on the sunny side of the mountain, and the thermal air flow rises, driving the mist at the bottom of the valley to begin to roll.

Suddenly, the dead leaves at the bottom of a valley surged, and a man came out, looking vigilantly.

The man had a thin and delicate face, a frightened expression, and a few faint whip marks on his cheeks, which had already formed scabs. He was Albert's aide-de-camp, Sauron, who had escaped from the battlefield.

Looking around and seeing no danger, Sauron breathed a sigh of relief, and reached out to stir up the dead leaves beneath him, and soon pulled out a dead grouse. He jumped out of his hiding place, sat down on the spot, and began to pull up the feathers.

As a bandit army that roams this mountain all year round, Sauron knows how to survive in the wilderness, and even if he is left alone in the mountains for a year, he will not starve. If he had time, he could have made a fire, and then used the grass seeds and leaves in the forest as a condiment to roast a fragrant roast chicken, but now......

After a while, the chicken feathers were plucked, and Sauron did not hesitate, but took a bite into the raw chicken, tore off a piece of meat with the skin and chewed it. There is no need to imagine the taste, Sauron ate with a hideous face, spit out unplucked chicken feathers from time to time, saliva mixed with fluff and chicken blood, and smashed on the ground in five colors.

He didn't dare to barbecue in the woods, the aroma and smoke would attract the pursuers, so he could only make do with it.

However, although his expression was painful, he swallowed without hindrance, and after only a short time, the grouse had been gnawed to the bone. He had to rush to the "Three" location, which was still a long way away, and it was in the high cold, so he had to eat more fat to accumulate energy.

Eating and eating, Sauron paused, stopped chewing and turned his head.

Since he fled, he always felt that someone was following him, but every time he looked back, there was no one to be seen. It felt a little creepy, and he would rather see the "person" who was following him all the way, and this time, he finally got his wish.

Subconsciously glanced back, Sauron was startled, flew away the peeling grouse, jumped up screaming, and pulled out a long knife with his backhand. I saw that not far away, in the misty morning mist, a gray figure stood in the mist, looming.

"Who?!" Sauron snapped, shook the knife in his hand, and acted as a fierce god, while thinking about whether to run away immediately. Now it's not just those damn thunder spear dwarves who are chasing and killing, after the news of the rout spread, the mountain people who learned the news immediately copied the guys and joined the hunt, and more and more, the number of people is difficult to count now.

Last night, one of the guys who escaped with him was caught and dismembered, and this scene happened right under Sauron's nose, and the incomparably bloody scene still haunted his mind, lingering, and he felt palpitations every time he thought about it.

But after a second, he made a decision, or wait and see, there was only one figure on the other side, and he was also a first-order thief, so there was really nothing to be afraid of. If you can kill this person, you can strip him of his clothes to keep him out of the cold, and maybe you can find dry food, this raw chicken is really hard to swallow......

His calculations are very good, and the syndicate bandits have been able to run rampant in the mountains for so many years, and they have their own merits.

The next moment, Sauron's breath stagnated, his pupils contracted, and in the morning mist, the figure moved. (To be continued.) )