The Arathi Basin has been ruled by the Orc Empire for so many years, and although there has been friction between the natives and the defenders from time to time, in general, it has maintained a minimum of peace, which is much more peaceful than the war-torn Azeroth Elsewhere.

But the peace given by others is always fragile, and once the war really burns to Alatho, the Orc Empire will immediately sweep away the unstable factors in the territory in order to relieve the hidden worries.

"You mean that the orcs will do it to you right away?" Old Dawson asked.

Yu Yu shrugged, "It's obvious."

Before the words fell, only a "clang" was heard, the door was slammed open, and a figure rushed in along the sunlight.

"Jack, what's wrong?" Looking at Jack, who rushed in and gasped for air, a trace of uneasiness welled up in old Dawson's heart.

Jack didn't know how many miles he had run, his pale face was covered with sweat, his left hand was covering his waist, his right hand was pointing backwards, and he said with difficulty: "My lord, the orcs are coming!"

"Is the time for the grain to be requisitioned earlier?" Old Dawson flashed up to Jack and asked eagerly.

The orcs come down on the 15th of every month to collect food, which is a practice for many years, and today is only the 11th, and old Dawson actually knows that things are probably not so simple, he just has a trace of fantasy.

The current Mochizuki Village does not have the strength to fight against the Orc Empire.

But reality is always ruthless, Jack glanced at Cheng Xiaotian and the others, and said, "I'm afraid...... They didn't come to collect food this time. ”

This is a large army, divided into three lines, left, center, and right, with a total of more than three hundred men.

On the left was the local garrison of 100 men, and the commander was Kundula, but this time they did not come to collect food, but to lead the way.

Kundura is in a very bad mood now, but he still maintains a stiff smile, there is no way, who called the general of the unified army this time is the nephew of the governor.

"My lord, there is Mochizuki Village in front of you." Kundura pointed ahead, trying to put on a flattering smile, but it looked more like a twitch of facial nerves because of the tightness of his face......

Uru seemed to be a little preoccupied, and he didn't look up, just nodded silently. He was the commander of the army, but if it had not been given by his uncle, Uzchaga, he would not have accepted it at all.

As a fighter of the Orc Empire, it is a bit embarrassing to say, and the reason why he is like this is because of his weak heart. Afraid of whom? Of course, it was the waste in everyone's mouth, Cheng Xiaotian and Young Master Eliot, which made him feel even more ashamed, so much so that he couldn't say it at all.

"Uru-sama, it's time to form a team." Someone on the right reminded him, and his tone was already a little dissatisfied.

Uru finally came to his senses and raised his right hand to signal the team to stop.

Leading the army on the right was also a fighter named Samson, who, like Uru, had previously been a commander of the Tudor Grand Overseer's army, and their qualifications and exploits were almost identical. The former comrades-in-arms of the same level have now become a superior-subordinate relationship, which makes Sam Song quite unhappy.

"Isn't it just relying on family background, what's there!" I don't know how many times Sam Song has said the above words in his heart, and now that he has passed it again, it is almost his daily routine.

However, he did not dare to slack off on the military order, and as soon as Ulu's order to reorganize the army was given, he immediately raised his hand and commanded his subordinates to move to the front of the team.

They are all their old subordinates, all wolf cavalry, there is no hoplite assault in the orc tactics, and it has always been the wolf cavalry who take the lead in the battle.

Looking at the stiff-faced Sam Song, Ulu sighed, looking a little decadent.

"Your Excellency, you seem to be worried about something." Beside Ulu, a shriveled old man asked interestingly.

The old man has a body length of more than two meters, pay attention to the length, not the height, his long body is as stiff as a shrimp, the total height is not more than one meter six, in addition, he is not riding a frost wolf, but a vigorous velociraptor dragon.

Velociraptor and dragon are not really related, just a swift and ferocious beast that walks on its hind limbs and sharp forelimbs to tear its prey. There is only one race of this beast that can be tamed in Azeroth, and that is the trolls, which are older than the elves.

The old man was a troll, as could be seen from the huge fangs at the corners of his mouth, and he did not carry a blade or wear armor, but was covered with bird feathers, which were colorful like an old pheasant.

Uru didn't dare to slack off at all about this strange old man, and when he heard this, he quickly bowed slightly and replied, "Your Excellency Yekia Sorcerer, I'm really worried, I'm afraid that this mission will not be so easy to complete."

The old man, known as Yekia, turned his head to look at his side and said leisurely, "Are you worried about Dawson the Assassin and Isara, the Mountain Walker?" Relax, that's what the Overseers have asked us for. ”

There was another person beside Yekia, but he was wrapped in a black robe, and he couldn't see his appearance, and when he heard this, he turned his head and touched the two gently, revealing a miserable white chin.

Uru shook his head: "I'm not worried about them, but the one who has been forgotten by everyone."

At this time, as if to build momentum for Ulu's words, a person walked up from the top of the Mochizuki Slope in the distance. The visitor also covered his body in a wide robe, but he showed a handsome face, his blond hair dancing in the wind, and his body was as straight and straight as a javelin.

Such an outstanding figure stands tall on his own and immediately attracts everyone's attention.

"Is that what you're talking about? It really looks like it's very difficult to deal with! Yekia pointed to the man.

Ulu looked at it carefully, but still shook his head, this person, not "him".

But he wasn't told to wait, and the man he was waiting for soon appeared.

Cheng Xiaotian also appeared, he was wearing a snow-white silver-rimmed robe, with a black sheath sword on his back, his long black hair waving in the wind, and his posture was as elegant as a fairy.

"Knight Hernandez, are you also coming to see the fun?" Cheng Xiaotian patted Hernandez on the shoulder and quipped, without showing any nervousness.

Hernandez was a little surprised, this lord's performance did not match the legend, and this time the lobbying was not so simple.

"As an ally, of course I'm here to fight alongside you." Hernandez was awe-inspiring.

Cheng Xiaotian smiled "hehe" and said, "You want to fight?" Then you go to fight, I see the excitement, right? ”

Hernandez stammered.

Cheng Xiaotian stretched out his hand with a shy face and made a gesture of please, and sat on the top of the slope.

Hernandez rolled his eyes, turned his head away from him, and suddenly felt that the orcs on the other side were cuter than Cheng Xiaotian.

Immediately afterward, Yuyu also appeared, still wrapped in her robe. Following in his footsteps, Dawson Sr. and Isara, both ascended the slope of Mochizuki, the massive Martha following them.

The most outrageous thing is the druid Blue Feather, who actually turned into a leopard and followed Isara's feet, as if he were her pet......

The votes were lined up, and there was no need to move their hands, and the powerful aura rushed to their faces, and even the frost wolves in front of the orcs let out a low roar uneasily.

"It seems that the intelligence is wrong, and the opponent's combat power is unexpectedly strong." This time it was the black-robed man who had been silent, and after speaking, he put his hands in his sleeves and took a step back.

Uru's expression became more and more solemn.

However, the role of personal ability in war is limited, and he also has three hundred powerful orc warriors, all of whom are warriors in a hundred battles, enough to crush these farmers.

Besides, maybe they don't have to fight at all, their first choice is not to slaughter the village.

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly there was a sound of neat and dense footsteps behind the Moon Slope, Sam Song's face changed, and he looked back at Ulu, only to see that Ulu's face was pale, even more ugly than him.

They were all veterans, and just from the sound of their heavy footsteps, they could tell that it was a well-trained human heavy cavalry!

On the top of the slope, Cheng Xiaotian turned his head in surprise, and suddenly his eyes widened. It was none other than the unruly villagers in the village.

It's just that at the moment, they are all in armor and murderous! Their armor was torn, and their weapons were covered with gaps, which were obviously some years old, but today they were polished, and those broken were not only not sluggish, but even more ferocious!

At this moment, light and shadow are intertwined, time goes back, and the Knights of the Guards, once famous for Elliot's family, reappears today!

Most of them were old, some of them were dead, but the armor was still there, worn on the bodies of their descendants.

There weren't enough horses, so they led the family's mules and donkeys, and even an old ox. There are no subordinates, and the task of leading horses and carrying spears for them is carried by their wives and children.

Time will take away a lot of things, but it can't take away the faith of these warriors!

Seeing their former comrades-in-arms and subordinates appear in this posture, Dawson and Isara's eyes suddenly moistened.

The knight Elnandez saw that his heart was agitated, and he bowed heartily to them, and gave a standard knightly salute.

The knights went up to the top of the slope and stood in line, and the first warrior came out of the crowd, he held a helmet under his left armpit, waved his right hand vigorously, and the red ribbon on his shoulder floated straight behind him, strode to Cheng Xiaotian's side, and knelt down on one knee.

This man was in a sturdy figure, with a thin face, a freshly shaved face, and a voice as high-pitched as a bell, and it was none other than Old Barton.

"Lord Viscount, the Knights of the Falling Star came to report, there should be 108 people, but there are 108 people, please review it!"