Glancing gloomily at his subordinates, the deputy captain of the scout held his left hand with an arrow sleeve to his throat and slowly inserted the tip of his knife into the gap. The other four scouts pulled their bowstrings a little, pointing at the camouflage cover.

They are the elite of the elite, since entering the ruins, no one has ever said a word, at this time in the pouring rain, the five figures are like five statues, maintaining the posture of opening the bow and motionless, the rain converges on the arrow along the arm, and pulls a straight line of water along the cold arrow edge.

The deputy captain of the scout waited until the sound of bowstrings was no longer heard in his ears, and suddenly he struck it out, and the cover flew out in response, revealing the cavern below. At the same time, a cold star shot out from the dark hole, and flew to the throat of the vice captain with a "sass".

While!

The arrow landed right on the gauntlet of the sleeve of the arrow, and was blocked by the steel lining of the inner line, stirring up a puff of sparks. The vice-captain's hand shook back and twitched against his throat, and he quickly pulled the reins back, and the velociraptor hissed and stepped back.

"I knew there were ghosts! Shoot ...... killed" The vice-captain roared furiously, and before he could finish speaking, four of his men loosened their strings at the same time, and four feathered arrows shot into the mouth of the hole, and a scream immediately sounded in the hole.

A round was fired, and the scouts immediately retreated, and at the same time mounted a second arrow. Only then did they realize that their vice-captain had never finished the second half of his sentence.

He couldn't finish shouting, and just as the scouts released their arrows, an arrow flew from the side, piercing his throat and cutting off the second half of his sentence. Because of the sound of breaking the air at the same time, he was defenseless at all, and he did not see the arrow that killed him until he died.

"Poof", the vice-captain landed, a gurgling sound came out of his throat, and his eyes began to drift, revealing a short arrow piercing his neck.

It is a carved arrow with a natural magic pattern painted on the shaft that increases its range, and is recognizable to everyone in Azeroth and exclusive to the Night Elves.

"If there is an enemy, hide quickly!" The remaining four let out a loud shout and rolled over their mounts to find concealment, all in a matter of seconds.

Outside the ruins, the scout captain pulled the reins sharply, turned his mount and ran away with a fierce whip. Not because of fear, as a scout, the most important mission is not to fight, but to transmit the enemy's information.

He could see clearly from the outside, five enemies of different races and professions suddenly appeared and touched him, judging from the costume, they were all samurai with ranks, and even if he went, it would only cost his life in vain.

It's just that it's too late to find out now, and his velociraptor has just rushed up, and suddenly a nice female voice comes from behind him.

"Look back, who's behind you."

The voice seemed to have magical power, and the scout team leader really looked back, only to see a big-eyed female dwarf sitting behind her, smiling playfully at herself. The next moment, the cold light flashed, and a touch of blood red erupted in front of his eyes, and the sky spun and fell into the sludge.

"Be honest, or I'll stab you to death!" Rhona slit the scout captain's throat and shouted at the seated velociraptor and ran into the ruins with the reins.

But she certainly wouldn't be able to catch up with the battle over there, and the four scouts had just hid behind a low wall, only to hear the sound of "kuku" in the corner, and a warrior in chain mail flashed out with a big grin.

"Aha." The warrior looked at the four and laughed.

The four scouts subconsciously raised their bows, and four arrows shot out at the same time.

Dangdangdang!

The four arrows were shot at the same time on a bright silver shield, and the warrior shook the shield in his left hand, and still said with a smile: "Keep shooting, don't stop, let you have a good time, this is a silver package."

"Fight!" One of the scouts roared, drew his scimitar and rushed over, while the other three scouts drew their swords to follow, and the four of them instantly formed a small attack front.

The warrior smiled, his expression suddenly became hideous, he leaned forward, and slammed into it with his shield. With a sound of "empty", the shield collided with a fan, and this small attack arrow instantly collapsed, and the four people were pushed backwards by him alone.

Sa!

Another feathered arrow struck through the throat of a troll, and a slender figure stretched out of a broken wall next to it, a Night Elf hunter.

Now it was a top three, and the warriors were more relaxed, and the three scouts were pushed so unsteady that the scimitars in their hands could not cut out at all.

At this moment, a red shadow flashed in the corner of the wall, and the female mage turned out, a blue ice crystal suspended in her palm, and swung forward, the ice crystal "crackled" and grew all the way to the wider, smashing into a scout.

The warrior screamed, picked up his shield and slapped it from the bottom up, and one of the scouts was smashed and flew out, his jaw bloody. Immediately after that, the warrior ran away with his head like a plague god, and the ice crystal hit.

As soon as the blue mang exploded, a troll scout instantly turned into an ice sculpture and fell straight down, falling into a block of ice.

"Norbulingka, if you do it without saying hello like this, you will kill me sooner or later!" The warrior muttered dissatisfiedly, looked at the debris on the ground, and couldn't help but shudder.

The mage Norbulingka glared at the warrior, turned to the last troll scout, and said coldly, "We don't take prisoners unless we ......"

"Less nonsense!" The remaining troll scout roared with angry eyes, and without hesitation, he turned the tip of his knife and pointed it at his heart, gritting his teeth and stabbing it in.

There was no one to stop him, and neither side would receive prisoners in this battle.

"Come out, you're safe." The battle was over, and the warrior turned to the hole and shouted lazily.

Hearing the sound, a somewhat old head poked out and looked around, and after seeing the situation clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"The contemptible is Byron Cervantes of the Sweet Well, the most faithful servant of the Eliot family, and we are a family." The old man crawled out, nodded to the knights, bowed his head and turned to the hole, "Come out quickly, our army has arrived." ”

In the eyes of everyone, two more people crawled out of the hole, one was an old goblin, and the other was a young man with a somewhat pale face. The lower half of their bodies were soaked, apparently soaked in stagnant water for a long time.

Rona just came over at this time, frowned and glanced at the three of them, and in the face of her gaze, the three of them quickly lowered their heads.

"Let's go to the next position." Rhona said, and the knights of the Guardian were ordered to leave.

"As for you......" Turning to the three Cervantes, Rhona hesitated, but finally pointed in the direction of Valle Bella, "You go to Valle Bella for refuge, the lord is also there." ”

With that, Rona jumped off the velociraptor and tied the foot of a corpse to the reins of the velociraptor and slapped it to drive the velociraptor away. After doing this, she nodded at Cervantes and chased the guards away, for some reason, she hated the three of them.

In the heavy rain, Cervantes soon became a chicken in soup, and the rain formed a curtain of water on his forehead, and behind the curtain of water was his uncertain face, and small dripping eyes.

"Byron, the army of orcs is coming, we need to hurry to the Valley of Bella." The old goblin touched Byron Cervantes.

Cervantes woke up in shock, and shook his head in a bit of a panic: "I heard that the Orc Empire has 20,000 elite soldiers this time, and the little lord will definitely not survive this time, and we will only go there to die."

The old goblin was shocked and asked, "What do you mean?"

Byron Cervantes had made up his mind at this point, pointed to the south and said: "Let's take refuge in that direction, and when the war is over, we will go back to our hometown, Treasure Bay."

The old goblin remembered something at this time, and asked with wide eyes, "Do you want to betray your master and embezzle what he left for Lord Xiaotian?" You swore by that! ”

"Bullshit!" Byron Cervantes grabbed the old goblin by the collar and lifted him to his chest, his face hideous and terrifying.

"Don't talk nonsense, help me find a place, and I'll have you a share when the time comes, otherwise!" Cervantes did not say "otherwise", but at this point he threw the old goblin in the mud, turned and walked away, and the boy immediately followed.

"Son, I'll take you back to your hometown!" Cervantes yelled as he walked, and the old goblin sat on the ground and hesitated, before finally gritting his teeth and following.