Just thinking about it like this, Orgrim feels that his forces are stretched thin - it seems that in the next war, he will still have to rely more on the power of the red dragon, and I hope Zuhd will not let himself down! And...... It seems that the kobolds mentioned by Zujin as vassals of the trolls...... Maybe it could be put to good use - although Ogrim could trample ten of these filthy and cunning little creatures to death with a single step, there were enough of them to be used as cannon fodder......

"Die, monster!" Wielding his two-handed greatsword, a royal guard of Lordaeron slashed an abominable orc to the ground, then pierced its neck with the blade.

The guard pulled his weapon from the orc and turned to look for his next opponent, but suddenly felt a slight tremor of the ground beneath his feet, and he turned his head sharply, and a huge monster was rushing towards him.

The royal guard of Lordaeron did not know that the monster's name was ogre, and he thought that the roaring thing was a variant of the orcs; The wolf rolled twice on the ground, and the guard dodged the ogre's attack, only to fall into the siege of the two orcs.

Seeing the two orcs rushing towards him, the royal guard of Lordaeron was in a hurry, so he could only hold up his big sword and try to stab it diagonally upward, while twisting his body slightly, dodging the spear stabbed at him by an orc.

The thick iron tip of the spear plunged into the grass beside the guard, and the orc was pierced in the lower abdomen by the guard's great sword; The dying orc's eyes were full of disbelief, and he fell limply to the ground holding on to his spear.

That's all he could do—the royal guard of Lordaeron was filled with regret—and not because he was about to be cut in two by another orc's tomahawk. Rather, it was because he was not able to kill a few more orcs to serve the king's majesty.

Luckily, the guard miraculously escaped - just as he waited for his death. The orc's movements suddenly froze, and between the protruding eyes, there was suddenly a small protruding dot; While the guard was still surprised, the orc fell to the ground suddenly.

Seeing the Uyghur arrow stuck in the back of the orc's head, which was still trembling slightly, the royal guard of Lordaeron seemed to understand something; He quickly rolled to his feet and got up from the ground, then saw a female High Elf Ranger smile at him from afar—she had saved him.

"Are you alright?" Several comrades ran to the guard's side, back to back. Sitting in a circle, he gasped and asked—they should have formed a team to face the orc siege. But just now trying to avoid the damn ogre that ran out of nowhere, their formation was disrupted.

"It's fine." The guard replied simply, then shouted at the High Elf Ranger in the distance, who was still bending his bow and arrows, "Elf. Come to us! ”

The High Elf was stunned for a moment. Then he ran quickly in this direction; The guard also led his teammates to the High Elf, placing her in his squad's protective circle.

"My name is Helena, not 'elf'!" Bending her bow behind the guard, the High Elf grumbled, her small breasts rising and falling slightly with her breathing.

"Helena?" The guard was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously replied, "My name is Paul." ”

"Paul? What a ...... Cheesy name, Quel'Thalas wouldn't have been called Paul. The High Elf muttered quietly. She didn't care at all, because the distance was so close, and her words were heard clearly by the group of royal guards of Lordaeron.

The casual laughter of his companions embarrassed Paul. He didn't say anything, just moved quickly with his comrades, holding the formation while launching a fierce attack on the orcs along the way, to ease the unhappiness of being ridiculed by Helena.

Helena's job seemed to be a little easier, her slender fingers twisting at the very thin strings of the longbow, sometimes real arrows, sometimes lilac arcane arrows, and with every slight tremble, an orc would strike an arrow—some only slowing down the savage creatures, but others deadly.

"So, cheesy Paul, what are you calling me to come over?" Helena asked, leisurely shooting arrows - it turns out that the beautiful High Elf Ranger is still a talker.

"I'm ......" Paul choked on Helena behind him, almost tripped under his feet, and said with some annoyance, "I'm here to protect you!" Don't you know how dangerous it can be on a battlefield full of orcs and that kind of giant monster? ”

"Dangerous?" Helena's crisp laughter was as beautiful as wind chimes, "I just saved you, soldier!" ”

The laughter of her companions grew louder and louder—but Paul calmed down a little—yes, she had just saved her life. Paul thought for a moment and said, "Yes, I thank you, but it's really dangerous on the battlefield......"

"Twelfth!" Paul's words were interrupted by Helena's sudden snort, and the High Elf Ranger said happily, "I have killed twelve orcs, and I can't count the number of wounded, do you want to teach me a lesson, soldier?" ”

Twelve? - Paul was a little embarrassed, his team had already lost two of his comrades, but he had never killed twelve orcs until now...... "That's because you're an archer, but you have to be careful, if you get close to the enemy, you ......"

"Hey, that hunk is back! Let's kill it! You go first, soldier! Helena had no intention of listening to Paul, and she was keenly aware of the tall monster running around the battlefield rushing towards her again, so she said excitedly.

Of course, it was not so much a mention as a command—for as Helena spoke, the arcane arrows attached to the longbow had already flown towards the troll like meteors, streaking a lilac trail in the night sky and striking one of the troll's arms, causing little damage, but succeeding in attracting its attention.

This ogre was supposed to be besieging the Knights of the Silver Hand, and it stands to reason that it would not have any intersection with Paul and the others; However, it was so stupid that like the One True God, Mr. Jin, he got lost in his own army and could not find his companions, so he had to run wild on the battlefield.

Now that he had been shot in the arm by Helena's arrow, the ogre's mania had a place to vent, and he strode towards Paul's team.

"Brothers, go up!" Paul gritted his teeth, and although his squad may be reduced again in the face of this troll, Paul will never forget the commandment that all members of the Royal Guard of Lordaeron must remember - honor is our life! (To be continued......)