In the face of this amazing contagion comparable to mouth retreat, Roland and his little friend Brian, who were not affected in the slightest because of their race, were stunned.

In a way, though, the current situation is the best outcome for both sides, except for Gallisus, the back-to-back man who is certainly responsible for the massacre of civilians.

If there is a battle between the two sides, not to mention the possible casualties among the human warriors, even the current group of pirates who seem to have accepted their fate may also seize the opportunity to fight. After all, in the face of a dark future in prison, not everyone can accept such a fate calmly.

The chaos can cause many unexpected troubles, and Roland, who knows this, is not afraid of fighting, but is also happy to see a peaceful end.

Garissus, who has a stronger strength than the Knight King, was not easily impressed by the momentum shown by the other party. But seeing that his soldiers had lost the will to fight, a trace of struggle flashed in the eyes of the commander who had become the commander of the light pole, and he could only admit defeat helplessly.

As the steel greatsword slashed from his trembling palm, the aspiring commander seemed to grow several years old at once. His eyes lost their original sharpness and momentum, and only gray and dead silence remained. He knew that what awaited him would be hatred from all the civilians of the city and wrath from His Majesty on the throne.

A man who has not achieved enough has more than he can do, and is not qualified to be a sword in the hands of the king he has always admired, and to achieve glory for his kingdom and family. Even if His Majesty was extraordinarily gracious, he might have lived in some remote corner for the rest of his life, and then died namelessly.

Roland didn't treat the discouraged warriors like pirates, he just let them clear the way in front, and he and the High Elf Heroic Spirits escorted the bound pirates and the surviving refugees to the chapel. As for those who had been confirmed to be dead and the seriously injured who were not fit to move, they were left in place.

Although his side has an advantage at present, he still has to be foolproof to rest assured. Many times, in the face of powerful power, it is not difficult to refer to a deer as a horse and turn black into white.

If you want to completely cut off the possibility of being smeared by the Kingdom of Lordaeron under the pretext of leading the High Elf soldiers into the port afterwards, or even smearing it as a crime of invading Stratholme with pirates, the best way is to bring the current group of surviving civilians to the chapel where most of the residents of Stratholme are currently gathered, and let public opinion ferment first.

Then, with the help of exterminating pirates and saving civilians, the dwarves around him were directly pulled into the same camp as themselves. Once they become heroes in the mouths of the people, it will be very difficult for even the kingdom of Lordaeron to discredit them, not to mention that Brian Copperbeard is still the younger brother of the dwarven king of Ironforge.

As wise as Terenus, it is absolutely impossible for him to openly trouble the dwarves and high elves before the great enemy comes. Therefore, Lordaeron can only suffer this loss, and find an unlucky guy to replace all the crimes among the soldiers who are not in a good position in battle.

Of course, it is possible that those who are blacklisted or even secretly hacked by the other party's subordinates may never be able to hide.

The large square in front of the Chapel of Light was no longer as peaceful and silent as it used to be, and countless civilians crowded into this small area, whispering to each other with frightened eyes the news they knew, guessing when they would be able to go home.

Although the explosion had stopped for a short time, the crowd gathered near the Chapel of the Light had not decreased, but had increased considerably.

In the face of sudden changes, the city guards who usually patrolled the streets were gone, and the nobles who were once high up also disappeared. No one could tell them what was going on, they just blindly followed the others towards the harbor of their hearts.

Although they have always scorned those aristocrats who are arrogant and arrogant and rely on their noble blood, but now without this artificial restraint, the uninformed commoners are like a herd of panicked goats, not knowing what to do.

The increasing influx of civilians has undoubtedly made it more difficult for the guards and priests of the chapel to maintain order. Coupled with the large number of wounded in the street riots, almost all pastors were too busy to stop.

Not only did they have to use their limited strength to save the seriously wounded, but they also had to guide civilians who had suffered minor injuries to be bandaged and medicated. In times of shortage, even Liadrin, a guest from Quel'Thalas, had to come to help.

After helping the eleventh wounded man to tie his wounds, the young priest in a white robe with gold rimmed wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and breathed a long sigh of relief. She stood up and looked around at the civilians crowded in the square, a flash of gloom in her eyes.

"Lotherma, if the adventurer's prophecy really comes true and Silvermoon City is invaded, will our homeland and people be like these humans?"

The priest of the elf was nice, but her tone was a little dark. Although she had fought with the Ranger squad and the forest trolls in the Haunted Lands, she had never seen the panic and helplessness of the large number of civilians in the face of disaster.

"Silvermoon City is as solid as a rock, and our warriors and people will shed their last drop of blood for it!" As a non-commissioned officer of the Ranger Unit, although he was not very interested in my group of guys in the Yongge Forest, the sense of honor as a soldier still made him give a passionate answer.

For this cold-faced ranger with full of enthusiasm in his heart, the elven priest could only shake his head helplessly in his heart. At this moment, she has completely understood the fact that she and the other party are not in the same channel at all. Without talking to the other party again, Liadeline was ready to go and see how the next casualty would be.

Suddenly, something seemed to be happening in the distance, and there was a faint noise of some loud noise. She looked up, and the crowd slowly parted ways.

From this path, more than a hundred decadent-looking human warriors entered the square with their heads down. Although they were wearing armor, they were in disarray, as if they had just experienced a great battle, and strangely they did not have any weapons in their hands.

Not paying attention to the group of humans in front of her, who looked like routs, the female elf narrowed her eyes and looked behind them. There, a group of heavily armed High Elf warriors escorting the humans, Quel'Salas sent an army to Stratholme?

With a little doubt, Liadline walked towards the approaching group of High Elves.

ps:Thank you for waiting for the reward of Fengyun and Fengxiang 1023.,In addition,Tomorrow's first shift will be placed during the day.,Not at zero o'clock.