"Do you see the soldiers behind me? Each of them stabbed your brother in the body -- that guy had turned into a sieve when he died, and then we hung him up -- hanging from the tallest building in town, can you see? ”

Marlon was not disturbed by Tarrama's words in the slightest, and he still said to himself.

Tarrama was stunned for a moment—even though he had almost been pierced through the heart by a long sword just now due to distraction, after listening to Marlon's words, he inevitably glanced at the town behind Marlon.

Successive mistakes are often fatal, and the last time Tarrama didn't get a sword through his chest, this time, he wasn't so lucky.

The Blackstone Orc didn't see anything in the town - he didn't even notice any iconic tallest buildings in that town.

By the time Tarrama realized that something was not quite right, a sharp pain had reached his mind from his lower abdomen.

"Die, monster."

Marlon whispered—his sword stabbed into Tarrama's lower abdomen with great ease, piercing through his back—and even orcs weren't invulnerable.

Tarrama opened her mouth to say something, but found that her tongue was numb; He let out a slight "ho-ho" growl, but only a few bubbles of blood came out.

Tarrama couldn't remember how many enemies she had killed - draenei, raven, ogre, or human, but ......

For the first time, Tarrama knew that death was what it was like.

The icy touch began to spread from the limbs. Tarrama found that her vision had begun to blur; It was as if something had pushed him, causing him to lie back and fall limply.

Tarrama's body fell heavily to the ground, and he felt something be pulled out of his stomach; The internal organs seemed to be twisted together. He tried to reach out to plug the wound in his stomach, but he no longer had the strength to lift the arm that could wield the heavy tomahawk with such vigor.

"McCo...... Marlon ......"

Tarrama muttered in a low voice, thinking of his brother, of his father, of his mother, of the ever-abundant water and grass of Nagrand, of before the formation of the tribe. The sky is always blue

Tarrama was homesick - how he longed to return to his hometown once more, to see his old father, and to taste the fragrant bloody porridge that his mother had made with her own hands. Bathing in the creek in front of his house with his brother Mecomaron and hunting in the vast Nagrand steppes......

However, darkness consumed the last vestiges of Tarrama's memories and reveries of his homeland, and a muffled beep rang in his ears. Warm liquid flowed from his mouth and nose. Flowing around on his rough cheeks—the icy touch eventually took over his chest entirely—Tarrama, dead.

……

Marlon drew his longsword from the corpse of the dead blackstone orc, and swung it forward; The remaining blood stains on the sword's body were flung in front of Marlon's body, splashing on the faces of the stunned blood cave orcs.

"Attack!"

Marlon shouted loudly, and then rushed towards the bloodcave orcs.

……

Robin stood in front of Mooncreek, nervously watching his chief and the orcs go face-to-face.

Robin is not a coward, he is willing to do such a thing in the place of his superiors; Yet he still remembered the task that Chief Lothar had given him—a trust and a responsibility—and Robin knew he was the right fit.

When Chief Lothar retreated under the attack of the orc leader. Robin almost gave the order to attack several times; However, he finally resisted not doing it, because it was not yet time.

Finally. Chief Lothar didn't let himself down—when Robin saw the once-formidable orc leader fall to the ground, he swung down his sweaty fist.

"Assault of the whole army!"

Robin shouted.

"Assault of the whole army! Xiquan garrison, charge! ”

Paul drew his one-handed sword at his waist, loudly responded to Robin's order, and was the first to rush out of the position on the edge of Moonstream.

"Charge! Charge! ”

The Westspring garrisons tightened their grips on their weapons, and then loudly urged the militia of Nighttown to stay in formation and launch a general attack on the orcs.

……

Hogg the Gnoll glanced at his side with some horror - he saw that the human soldiers were rushing out with weapons brandished, and Hogg instinctively felt that he should do the same, but he still had some scruples - because a huge silver-white wolf had been by his side.

Hogg believed that if he had made a rash move, the fangs and claws of the giant wolf would never be an ornament.

But it seemed that the wolf had no time to take care of himself now—Hogg had found nothing by his side; He looked ahead suspiciously, only to see that a white bolt of lightning had already rushed to the front of all the human soldiers.

So Hogg pulled out his dagger pinned to the belt of his trousers, and looked ahead of him—where there were countless green-skinned monsters—who had attacked his camp and killed his fellow citizens and relatives.

"Greenskin!"

Hogg the Gnoll shouted, brandishing the dagger he had received from the humans, and with a somewhat messy step, he charged towards the green-skinned monsters' positions - Hogg wanted to avenge his relatives and companions!

……

For the past half hour, Warrant Officer Oku, the garrison officer of Sentinel Ridge, had been restless, fidgeting like an ant on a hot pan—of course, crawling on the sandy hills was not an easy task, but that was not a reason for his restlessness.

Warrant Officer Oku had been watching the duel that took place not far from the bottom of the hills - on one side of the fierce orcs and on the other side was the nephew of the venerable marshal.

When Marlon first arrived in Mooncreek, Warrant Officer Oku had doubted his identity, but now, Warrant Officer Oku was willing to die for this young man—the name of Lothar alone was enough to drive him away, not to mention that this young man had shown enough courage and bravery.

When the long sword, still stained with orc blood, swung forward with great force, although it was difficult to hear what the young Sir Lothar was saying, Warrant Officer Oku immediately bounced up from the hill, drew the saber at his waist at a speed completely inconsistent with his own age, and roared at the somewhat chaotic orc army formation in the distance:

"Sentinel Ridge garrison, assault of the whole army!" (To be continued.) )