There was a "snort", and the sound of a sharp blade entering his body sounded softly, but De Jong did not feel the pain he imagined.

What's going on? De Jong didn't have time to think carefully, he struggled to use the big sword in his hand to neutralize the orc's war hammer in front of him, and then sent the big sword into the opponent's chest.

Having dealt with the enemy in front of him, De Jong immediately turned around - as expected, Robin was standing behind him, leaning slightly, and the same two-handed greatsword pierced the neck of another orc.

"Haha, Robin, you saved me again!" De Jong happily patted his comrade-in-arms on the shoulder, and said half-jokingly, "I didn't expect that after so many years, your skills have declined!" Why, do you still work part-time as a guard as a gardener? ”

As soon as his hand pressed on Robin's shoulder, De Jong felt a little wrong - it was too soft, and Robin's body, as if it had no support at all, was gently patted by himself, and it collapsed down.

De Jong's heart swelled with an ominous premonition, he hurriedly threw away the weapon in his hand, hugged Robin's slowly falling body, and shouted loudly: "Robin, you ......"

Robin leaned back on De Jong's body, and De Jong's words stopped abruptly like a bird choking his neck, and he could only let out a "ho-ho" roar of unknown meaning.

On Robin's chest, a tomahawk inflicts great trauma; The orc's strength was so great that half of the tomahawk's axe smashed into Robin's chest.

The standard plate armor was not able to withstand this attack, and the iron armor at the edge of the wound collapsed, and in the middle was a crack cut by the sharp axe blade; Blood poured out of the cracks. Robin's red Riptide robes were soon wet.

"Ahem......" Bubbles of blood bubbled at the corners of Robin's mouth, and his left hand lifted to grab De Jong's arm. But it didn't work out in the end.

"Robin, don't speak...... De Jong's tears couldn't stop welling up, although he knew in his heart that he was on the battlefield, although he knew that he should now take up arms to stop those orcs from continuing to invade his royal capital, but how could De Jong leave Robin alone? In just a few minutes, he had already saved himself twice - and at the cost of his life!

De Jong is not a pampered soldier. He has a lot of experience in actual combat, otherwise he wouldn't be able to sit in the position of captain of the palace guard. Judging from Robin's injuries at this time, De Jong knew that the orc's tomahawk had deeply injured Robin's lungs. This is evidenced by the fact that the blood that constantly flows from the corners of Robin's mouth is full of bubbles.

There are very few mages in the Arathi Heights, and even priests are rare. Not long ago, the only team of priests in Riptide Castle was also killed by Archbishop Alonsos? Fao summoned to the royal city of Lordaeron. Therefore, the head of the castle of Riptide does not have the existence of a priest. As for the doctors...... Even the best doctor can't cure Robin now.

"Ho-ho......" There was a thud in Robin's throat, a small movement that was too intense for him now, and more blood flowed from the wounds in the corners of his mouth and chest.

"You...... Remember, your life ...... It's mine, don't let the orcs take it......" Robin reluctantly said the last thing he wanted to say to De Jong.

"I know...... I know ......" De Jong watched helplessly as his comrades marched to their deaths, adding a new color to the blood-stained Riptide robes, dazzling red in the bright moonlight. It's like a death rose blooming wantonly.

"I see...... Tess ...... On her head, there is a light ......" Robin muttered something De Jong couldn't understand.

De Jong knows. This is Robin's return to the light before he died, and he is now hallucinating due to excessive blood loss. It's just that this hallucination is so wonderful at this time, and for the dying Robin, it is also a comfort to be able to see the phantom of the love of his life, Tess.

"...... for us Take revenge and kill them all...... Dog offal! Robin's hands, which were hanging weakly at his sides, grabbed De Jong's arms and hugged him violently, so strong that De Jong frowned.

Seeing Robin staring at him, De Jong endured the grief in his heart and nodded firmly - revenge, for Robin, for Tess, for all the civilians and soldiers of the Arathi Heights who died at the hands of the orcs, as long as he is alive, as long as there is a man on the Arathi Heights who can take up arms, the blood feud between the kingdom of Stormgard and the orcs and trolls will not end.

Receiving De Jong's reply, Robin seemed satisfied, and the strength in his hand suddenly weakened a lot, and finally he fell to the ground weakly; His eyes were losing their brightness, and warm blood was still pouring from the wounds and the corners of his mouth, but De Jong felt a shivering cold—Robin was dead.

Robin "Mad Dog" is dead - in the battle to exterminate the bandits, Robin, who was still a newcomer, suddenly burst into a fierce fighting spirit, and even if one leg was run over by a fallen cart in the battle, it could not stop him from continuing to fight- after that battle, he received such a title.

It's not even a nickname, it's just a description of his madness - there are not a thousand, but eight hundred of the militia regiments at Fort Riptide who are called "mad dogs."

Whether it was Mad Dog or Robin, De Jong now only knew that his comrades had died, at the hands of the orcs to save himself - and he died with regret that he would not see the day when the orcs were completely wiped out in the world of Azeroth.

De Jong didn't know if he would be able to see that day - if he could, he wished he could see that day for Robin.

Holding Robin's gradually cold corpse, De Jong squeezed the tears from his eyes and raised his head to look around.

The orcs poured into the castle like a dark tide, but the palace guards were always like fishing boats bobbing in the waves, nay, like the hardest reef in the sea, unyielding and indestructible in the wind and rain of the waves.

Within De Jong's line of sight, there were constantly palace guards falling; But every warrior must take more of their enemies' lives before they die.

Even if their arms were cut off by the ferocious orcs, the palace guards would pounce on the invaders and bite their throats, piercing their throats with their sharp teeth, and not letting go of their enemies' wails and screams, knowing that another enemy had cut off their heads.

Although the orcs are as ferocious as wild beasts, when their homes and honors are threatened, the palace guards and veterans of the army and disabled veterans burst out with a fighting spirit that is even more ferocious than the beasts.

In front of this group of desperate warriors, the orcs finally felt the fear of death; They retreated in confusion and were driven to the city walls in a mess. (To be continued......)