After this victory, Mochizuki Village was firmly nailed to the heart of the orc coalition as a nail, and it was difficult to pull it out.

The observers suppressed their agitated emotions, mounted their mounts, and rushed to all sides with messages about the battle. Their destinations ranged from close to distant and far away, from the elven capital of Darnassus to the line of fire at the Sador Bridge, where people spread the word of a small but exciting battle.

Cheng Xiaotian was born out of thin air, and the Knights of the Falling Star were reborn, these two companion news will be the biggest legend and the hottest topic of Azeroth for a long time to come.

It is said that after the news spread, three celebratory feasts were held in the palace of Stormwind, and the Dwarves of Ironforge and the neighboring gnomes held the largest party ever, all of which, of course, had no protagonists......

Without further ado, let's look at the current Bella Valley.

Once the army collapses, it is no different from a flood bursting its banks, and in this state, not to mention the more than a thousand strong adventurers who are chasing after it, even if it is just a group of shepherds, they will only flee.

The first to be killed were not the cavalry, but the tough adventurers, who charged shorter distances faster than their horses.

The mages arrived in front of the battle in a flash. Instead of chasing down their enemies, these elegantly behaved mages drew their swords and slashed at corpses on the ground, collecting the heads of fallen coalition soldiers.

Immediately after, the warriors charged and intercepted, chased after the rout, and slashed hard, almost pressing on the backs of the deserters.

The Hunter turned on the Cheetah Guard, and the Rogue activated the Dash mode, coming out on top, each faster than the other, with only the short-legged professions of Priest and Warlock lagging behind.

The ground was full of orcs and trolls, but all of them were headless, and the image gave the backward adventurers a feeling of frustration rather than gore.

"Damn, you actually left me to steal the credit!" A young human female priest fell behind, muttering discontentedly.

The priest is good at supporting, has little combat effectiveness, and usually does not go out on adventures alone, and she is no exception. She originally had a fellow thief, but in order to snatch someone's head, she had already run away, and she didn't know if she would share the reward with herself.

The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became, the slower she became, and finally she was left alone.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle just now, and now there is a dead silence and headless corpses all around, it is natural for a young priestess to be nervous.

At this moment, a dull coughing sound suddenly came from a small wooden house next to her, and she was so frightened that she almost didn't jump. After listening carefully and there was no sound again, the priestess picked up a double-edged axe from the ground in order to be courageous, walked over cautiously, and slowly pushed the door open.

Poking her head out and glancing inward, the priestess's face changed, and she hurriedly stepped back, and easily put a mantra shield on herself.

But to her surprise, the orcs in the room sat motionless on their chairs with their waists bent, as if they were asleep.

After a long time, the orcs in the room were still motionless, and the priestess, after making up her mind countless times, finally mustered up her courage, and walked in step by step with an axe in both hands.

The room was dimly lit, and there was a strong smell of blood, and when the priestess adjusted her gaze, she realized that the orc had a large pool of blood under his feet, and a knife stuck in his stomach, which had reached the handle, and was obviously dead.

The priestess let out a sigh and shrugged her shoulders: "Count you unlucky. ”

After saying that, she raised her double-edged axe and slashed it at the back of the dead orc's neck!

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Outside the valley, the little cub did not leave, he looked at the soldiers who rushed out of the valley in a panic, full of sorrow, but there was nothing he could do. This time, he no longer had the ability to bring the rebels back.

Wide-eyed as the deserters ran by, until he saw the pursuing adventurers, the cub sighed and led his team away, and he didn't see the expected flag from beginning to end. Since then, the number of the Arathi garrison corps has disappeared, and the squad led by the cub has become the only unit that has withdrawn in formation, leaving the only number.

After pouring out of the valley, the soldiers had forgotten their military status, they no longer looked for the organization, and they could not find it. The comrades-in-arms who were usually close to them became "plague gods" and avoided them, and the remaining more than 2,000 people all scattered and fled separately into the vast prairie.

They don't expect to outrun the adventurers, they only pin their hopes on being faster than their comrades, but they all forget that there is still a long, long way to go home......

The pursuit of the adventurers lasted for 15 days, and they chased them directly outside Hammer Town, and after guarding for a few more days and seeing that there was really no prey, they returned to the Valley of Bella to receive their reward. However, the matter did not end there, and the adventurers who had taken the bounty quickly turned back, and the bounty was withdrawn long after, and their hunt continued for a long time.

Post-war summary:

The garrison used a total of 4,507 men and horses in this battle, and about 2,000 were killed and wounded in the frontal battle (the wounded were later beheaded), and only 712 escaped to Hammer Town, and the rest were all killed.

The statistics of Mochizuki Village are much more detailed, with a total of 143 killed and 674 wounded, except for Lear and Ruhl, including the lord Cheng Xiaotian, everyone was wounded.

As for the bounty, they received a total of 3,008 heads, and issued a bounty of three tons of gold. Among them, not only the adventurers brought it, but also the residents of the Arashi Basin, all of them were treated equally.

The remaining eight heads belonged to a mage, who stated that he came from an aristocratic family and had little interest in the gold coins, and that it was his goal to fight alongside the great Knights of the Fallen Stars. At his urging, the Knights of the Falling Star welcomed their 109th member.

With him as an example, one adventurer after another soon asked to join, and finally the old Patton came forward to decide, and the order was finally fixed at 300 people. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, these people picked by Old Patton belong to different forces, all have aristocratic backgrounds, and belong to the kind of adventurers who go out for training.

The remaining poor adventurers who were willing to stay lived as villagers and owned their own houses and land. After the war, the size of Mochizuki Village exceeded 1,000 people.

As soon as the statistics of the two sides were summarized, hundreds of orc and troll allied soldiers disappeared into thin air, annihilated in the dust of history, except for one person.

By the way, in this bloody hunt, a dwarf female thief named Lorna became a well-deserved runner-up with 17 heads. As for the champion, to everyone's surprise, it was the lord of this land, Cheng Xiaotian.

No one knew exactly how many he had killed, but when Ishara found him, he was burning a pile of corpses, and visually, there were more than thirty of them alone.

The reason why Isara was in a hurry to find him was because it was a big day, and he, the lord, had to be there.

On the seventh day after the end of the war, it was the most important twilight festival in Azeroth, after which everything was restored and spring returned to the earth. After the holiday, Cheng Xiaotian was 18 years old, an adult, and could get married.

The day of the twilight spring festival is also the day when the victims of Mochizuki Village are buried......

Behind the settlement, next to farmland, a cemetery has been carved out and 143 new graves have been erected. The funeral procession departed from the military zone and passed through the residential quarters, forming a long line.

The man carried the coffin, the woman and the child carried the coffin, and all wore black veils and mourned. Cheng Xiaotian, as the lord, rode a war horse to open the way in front of the team. He pursed his lips all the way and said nothing, and old Dawson led the horse, hanging his head, sad.

The procession walked slowly, from early morning until noon, and this last leg of the road was finally delivered. The coffin was put into the soil one by one, and the relatives endured the pain, brushed the soil and buried it, burying the most familiar faces, the most reluctant memories, and the sobbing sound drifted into the distance with the wind.