Three days later, the southern end of the Sador Bridge. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The elevated terrain is a dense primeval forest, and in the early morning, the air is fresh and pleasant, and the south wind blows, bringing a burst of fresh fragrance of vegetation and trees.

In a clearing in the forest, a warrior wearing chain mail and carrying a round shield squatted in the center, brewing coffee in a copper kettle, and the aroma was overflowing. He opened the lid and took a deep breath, his face intoxicated.

"Costa, how many times have I told you that you are not allowed to light a fire when you go on a mission!" A big tree next to him came to scold, and a big man with a full beard poked his head out.

The shield warrior glanced at him disapprovingly and muttered, "But, if I don't drink coffee, I'll die." ”

Tong!

The ground shook, and the big man came over, took out a dagger and drew a circle along the fire, and with a dexterous flip of his wrist, the piece of soil was warped, and the fire was upside down, and the bonfire was buried. The warrior Costa reacted very quickly, and when he saw that something was wrong, he quickly turned around and sat on the ground with the copper kettle, and continued to revel in the aroma.

It turned out that this big man, who was more than two meters tall, turned out to be a thief. He buried the fire, walked over to the warrior Costa and sat down, pulled out a cup and stretched it out, "Coffee is for drinking, not smelling...... Give me some. ”

Costa gave him a look of contempt and twisted it, but finally couldn't stand the thief's flattering gaze and gritted his teeth and poured him half a glass.

"As the captain, I have the responsibility and obligation to correct your mistakes, huh...... It tastes great! The thief criticized again, took a sip of his coffee, and his face was full of intoxication.

"The front team didn't warn, where did we get the enemy here?" Costa glanced at the thief.

"I'm not talking about that." The thief's face became solemn, and he sighed: "You just joined the Falling Star Guardian Regiment, there are some rules you don't know yet, we can't say the word 'death' on the battlefield."

Costa was puzzled, "How can there be a war that doesn't die?" You are not allowed to say death on the battlefield? It's a bit ridiculous. ”

The thief shook his head, with emotion on his face, and said earnestly: "Our Falling Star Guardian Regiment is known as the Iron Army, and we can get such a title, not because we are not afraid of death, but because we are not afraid of sacrifice, it is sacrifice!" Do you understand? ”

"Got it." Costa was a little impatient, sipping his coffee while casually coping, "In the future, I will only talk about sacrifice and not death, so it's always okay, right?" ”

"Hmm." The big man thief nodded in satisfaction, took a sip of dry coffee, patted Costa on the shoulder, and got up and walked south.

"Captain, where are you going? Would you like to do it again? Costa held up the coffee pot and shook it.

"No, I'll go around the camp of the team to the south and see if there is any hostile situation." The sound of thieves could be heard in the distance, and it had already disappeared into the dense forest.

Costa pursed his lips and continued to drink his coffee, and silence returned to the forest.

Suddenly, a piercing sound came from the south, and Costa was startled and jumped to his feet, his sword and shield already in his left and right hands.

A white object flew from above the forest and was smashing against the shield, "dangchang" to the ground. Costa frowned, it was a deformed cup, and there was still a deep coffee at the bottom of the cup, and the aroma was still there.

"Captain!"

Costa shouted into the woods and ran over to the side, and as soon as he started, there was a dense clash of weapons and the neighing of horses in the woods.

"Don't come!" The roar of the captain of the thieves was heard in the woods, and Costa subconsciously stopped.

"Gelma, there's someone over there, go over and catch him!"

A stranger shouted in the woods, and Costa was finally sure that something was wrong, that the enemy had already touched it.

"Go back and report the news, this is an order!" The captain's shouts were heard again, hoarse and crazy like a ferocious beast, mixed with the sound of messy horses' hooves, apparently besieged.

Costa was eager to save people, and he didn't care what the order was, and he didn't stop at his feet, and threw himself in the direction from which the voice came. Just as he was about to go deeper into the woods, a golden light flashed in front of him, and a light short hammer smashed head-on.

While!

The shield blocked the hammer, and Costa looked forward to see four heavy cavalrymen in golden armor lining up and rushing towards him. He instantly understood which enemy was coming, there was only one legion in all Azeroth dressed like this, the famous Knights of Light in Stormwind City!

As soon as he reacted, the enemy rode like a whirlwind, and it came in an instant. Immediately, the knight held a two-handed hammer and smashed it at Costa's head!

Airplanes!

The hammer swept through the air, making a terrible sound, but Costa didn't take the hammer hard, his body was so agile that he actually drilled under the horse's belly, raised his shield and slammed it at the horse's waist.

"Despicable followers of the Holy Light, get out of the way!" Costa roared, and the horse stumbled to one side with a scream.

Costa was unforgiving, ravaged up, and slashed at the knight with his sword, but the paladin did not dare to parry, and quickly jumped down. The sword slashed directly on the horse's back, and the blood burst out, and it was even slashed into two pieces with the saddle and the horse.

Costa broke his horse with a sword, covered in blood, and turned his head and shouted eagerly, "Captain, where are you?"

The four paladins glanced at each other, and the remaining three dismounted, unarmed and surrounded from all directions.

"No need to shout, he must be dead." A paladin took off his helmet and said coldly.

"I am Paladin Gelma, and you will be put to death for blaspheming the great Light." A female knight took off her helmet, revealing her blond hair, and said hatefully.

"Get out!"

As soon as Costa heard the word "death", he instantly became furious and launched a charge at Gelma.

The female knight felt a flash of black light in front of her, and the warrior's sword was about to slash at her head, and she subconsciously raised the handle of the hammer to meet her. There was no crashing sound, and the next moment she was thrust in her chest and was kicked out by the warrior.

A single charge opened the gap, and Costa dodged past and plunged headlong into the forest.

When the four paladins saw that he took the initiative to rush into the encirclement, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately chased after him. This warrior's combat effectiveness is unexpectedly strong, and if they want to run, the four of them may not be able to stop it at all.

In the forest, Costa was as fast as the wind, and in a moment he threw the four pursuers out of sight, and then he saw the captain of the thieves. What the paladin said earlier was not accurate, the captain was not dead, at least for the time being.

Ahead was an open area in the woods, and the captain was lying on the ground covered in blood, and a two-handed heavy sword pierced through the back of his heart, pinning him firmly to the ground. Next to him stood two middle-aged men in golden armor, and on the periphery, more than a dozen paladins rode on horses, lined up in a semicircle and watched him indifferently and struggle.

"Nope! You brutes! The sword and shield fell to the ground, and Costa screamed with his head in his hands, his face distorted instantly, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"What's going on? Gelmar and they didn't manage to catch him. Next to the captain of the thieves, a middle-aged paladin said coldly. Wellington, I'll take care of this. ”

Another middle-aged man shrugged his shoulders, removed the two-handed hammer behind his back, and took a step towards the warrior.

Before he could take the second step, he suddenly felt a tightening of his feet, and when he looked down, he saw that the dying captain of the thieves had grabbed him by the ankle.

The captain of thieves grinned in pain, blood gushing from his mouth, and suddenly let out a heart-rending cry: "Hurry up! Remember my words, you can only sacrifice, not die! ”

"Nonsense!" Wellington was furious, and the grabbed foot pushed forward, and the body of the captain of thieves dragged over the heavy sword like papier-mâché, and was pulled in half from it! (To be continued.) )