At the foot of a mountain wall in the northeastern part of the highlands, the fleeing tribe was finally outmatched by the speed of the fire and was blocked here.

Due to their physique, thousands of Forsaken are surrounded in the middle and have no access to the fire for the time being, while the periphery is surrounded by orc warriors who are relatively strong in fire resistance.

The Polluters who used to fight against the Araso People's Army in the Highlands had a large team of nearly 5,000 people, but due to the raid of the Alliance's Ninth Legion, the Battle of Dabire Farm lost 3,000 people on the spot, including the Polluter Commander at the time, the ninth-order warrior known as the Black Bride! In the ensuing battle, thousands were also lost, and now there are only this number of people left, and more than 200 people left behind to defend Falling Hammer Town. The orcs are no better, the four thousand defenders of Falling Hammer Town died about a thousand in the battle of Geshak Farm, and then in the face of the alliance's onslaught, as the main force, they also lost nearly a thousand people, and now the more than 1,500 people present are already the last bit of strength. It can be said that if you can't escape from the fire this time, the Horde's power in the highlands and those hapless deadwood trolls will not be much better!

Faced with the treacherous situation in front of them, the orcs did not hesitate to believe in the Forsaken, allowing them to use the plan of arson to stop the enemy, and let the Forsaken flee first along the way, using their own bodies to block the flames for them. Such unconditional trust made the polluter leaders grateful and not even more anxious. After all, it was the idea of myself and others, and the pit was dug down, and even the allies jumped in together~~ Of course, I had to be responsible for filling in the soil and burying it

Although the orcs on the periphery tried their best to extinguish it, and the noble shamans also went to the front line to use frost shocks to stop the spread of the flames, but manpower could not withstand the power of nature after all, and the formation of the orcs was rapidly shrinking inward, and in less than a quarter of an hour, everyone had no room for buffering.

The leaders of the Forsaken, led by the arsonist Delluck, gathered in the center, looking anxiously at the proposed arson, known as the Fallen Forsaken, waiting for his answer.

Facing everyone's expectant eyes, he struggled for a long time, and finally looked at the silver warhammer that flashed pure holy light energy from time to time in his hand, and sighed silently. Then, he suddenly raised his head and threw the war hammer in his hand towards the mountain wall above the slope, smashed it into the rock, and firmly embedded it at the top of the mountain wall~ At the moment when the war hammer left his hand, the forcibly suppressed aura on his body disappeared in vain, and a death force mixed with piercing frost instantly burst out, completely suppressing the surrounding leaders, including Dellek.

Delluck looked at his comrades-in-arms who had changed dramatically in an instant, and sighed lightly: "Old man, do you finally want to open it?" ”

Fall smiled slightly self-deprecatingly: "Yes! It's been so long, it's time to think about it! ”

As he spoke, he drew a two-handed long sword from behind him and sighed softly: "I call myself the forgotten, but even I can't forget my past, I claim to be depraved, but I have been indulging in the glory and glory of the past, and now it's time to give up!" ”

Delluck persuaded: "Aske, racial differences cannot affect the nobility and meanness of a person's soul~~ including the undead!" ”

Fallen shook his head and smiled open-mindedly, "Man, now that I've abandoned the Holy Light Warhammer, I'll be able to look directly at my undead identity!" As he spoke, he slowly pulled out the long sword in his hand: "The former Silver Hand Paladin is a thing of the past!" From now on, I am the Banshee King's most loyal warrior, the Death Knight, the Fallen, Asker! ”

After speaking, Asker quickly separated the crowd and came to the east of the circle array, raised the rune sword emitting blue magical light at the raging flames, and swung it vigorously: "Wind Impact!" ”

Piercing frost power poured out from the runic sword in Asker's hand, splitting the wall of fire in front of him in half in an instant. Immediately, Asker used the power of pure frost to expand the separated wall of fire again, forming a passage several feet wide.

Seeing his movements, the surrounding Ice Forsaken Mages and Shamans also came to the passage, casting spells such as Ice Pick and Frost Shock to the left and right. From time to time, the other fire mages and arcane mages also put on their ice magic to relieve the pressure on their companions, leaving Narrell hovering above with nothing to do.

Once the passage was secured, the Death Knight Asker shouted again, "Frost Path!" Then he rushed out first. A layer of frost condensed with every step he took, and the scorching ground after being burned by the fire could not affect him in the slightest.

As he led the way, the large forces in the rear followed. Let this ninth-order death knight open the way with a frigid wind impact and various ice-based skills, and others will support him, so that the large army can advance safely in the flames. Nerrell in the sky finally found his role, roaring above everyone's heads and walking through the flames, showing Aske the most suitable path.

With the tacit cooperation of everyone, in less than a quarter of an hour, the large army had already rushed out of the sea of fire, and then quickly advanced in the direction of the headwind, avoiding the flames. There were no casualties along the way, except for the hundreds of orc warriors who walked at the end and were seriously injured by the smoke and fire. And because of the special constitution of the undead, the forsaken who were the focus of care escaped the catastrophe without the slightest injury.

When the tribal soldiers were out of danger and walked out of the fire, Nareel said hello to them, told them about the situation of Xie Feng and Dasalia and others, and then set off again to find Xie Feng and the others' team to report what happened here.

On the other side, Xie Feng waited for Nariel for a long time and didn't see it come back, although he was anxious, he had no choice but to continue to advance towards Falling Hammer Town with everyone. But after walking for a short time, they saw thick smoke billowing from the northwest direction and a fire rising into the sky, which once again attracted their attention.

Everyone also knew that the northwest direction was the main battlefield of the Ninth Army of the Falling Hammer Town and the Stone Fist Alliance Decisive Battle Alliance, and seeing that there was another accident, Xie Feng, Qi Niu Wang, and Da Salia were not good enough to continue to have conflicts, and Leng Lian gathered together again to discuss countermeasures. After all, if something happens to the tribal soldiers there, everyone will be killed if they go to Hammer Town again.

After some deliberation, it was finally decided to halt the team's advance, and let Vorel, Cintia, and the two Seventh Order Forsaken Thieves go to the battlefield to investigate the situation, and look for Nariel's traces by the way, while the rest of the group found a relatively hidden group of hills to rest and wait for news.

Vorell and the other four left the team to hide their bodies and walked northwest for a while, and before they could get close to the battlefield, they spotted the figure of Nariel flying back in the air, and hurriedly called it down. After questioning and learning about the events on the battlefield, she told Narrell to take a step back and report it, and the four of them then turned around and walked back.

Xie Feng and the others, who were very anxious, saw Nariel's return, and hurriedly called it down and inquired in detail about what happened on the battlefield at that time. The complex changes in the situation were filtered by Nariel with dragon logic, and then given to Xie Feng and the others, which shocked everyone's brains on the spot, and after analyzing and judging hard for a long time, he finally roughly figured out what happened after murdering countless brain cells.

Among the four forces that joined in this battle, the Alliance, the Horde, the Ogre and the Troll, except for the group of ogres who had the worst brains but calculated everyone, the others could be said to have suffered a lot. The Ninth Army retreated on all fronts, and nearly 5,000 people were killed on the spot, and the morale of the fake voice was greatly discharged, and the remaining 10,000 people had little combat effectiveness. The orcs and the Forsaken were already hurting a lot, and this Jedi counterattack and the ogre trolls fought back a few times to make it even worse, and now with the hundreds of people left behind in Falling Hammer Town, there are at most more than 3,000 people, which is not the same as the 10,000 army before the war. The worst of all is the Deadwood Troll! The battle, which had nothing to do with them, was dragged in by the ogres as spearmen, and in the end, the leader of the end died tragically, the village was slaughtered, and the army was wiped out.

In the whole battle, there are strange movements on the ogre's side, which is not like these brainless guys doing it at all, but more like a shrewd and wise human strategist commanding behind, Xie Feng, Qi Niu Wang and Dasalia have reached an undisputed consensus on this! However, although I don't know the reason, at least the tribal alliance of Falling Hammer Town took a risk and escaped the mortal situation with a fire, which made Xie Feng and the others breathe a sigh of relief.

With their more than 3,000 people, plus everyone present and several powerful Magisters, at least Falling Hammer Town can still hold out until Tarummere's large army comes to support the high ground, and its safety is finally guaranteed.

After a while, after the four of them arrived, Xie Feng and the others led the team to set off again, heading in the direction of Falling Hammer Town

On the other side, in the refuge valley that had been attacked by Xie Feng and others and turned into a series of fierce battles, the soldiers of the Ninth Legion who had fled here gathered in twos and threes, one by one, losing their armor and lamenting their morale. In the middle of the valley, Marshal Alfred and the generals of the Ninth Legion stood quietly in front of the warehouse that had been blown up by the Blood Elf Magus, all with gloomy faces and without saying a word.

Behind the old marshal, the defending generals of Dabire's farm were sweating profusely, carefully reporting to him about the battle, and I don't know if the old marshal listened

While he was struggling, Garin, the prince of Riptide Castle, came down with a group of men and walked here. The general who was reporting breathed a sigh of relief, stepped aside, and made way for them.

Perhaps it was an unprecedented defeat that made the old marshal unable to let go for a while, and he did not have the slightest reaction to the arrival of Garin and the others, and he had already stared at the collapsed mountain wall in front of him in a daze, without saying a word. Garin was already ashamed, seeing him like this, he didn't know how to comfort him for a while, and the others saw that the two leaders didn't speak, so they naturally couldn't speak, and fell into an embarrassing situation of being cold for a while.

After a long time, Marshal Alfred sighed softly, did not turn around, just looked at the ruins in front of him, and said with a lonely expression: "You know what? If the supplies are still here, I can once again rally up the fighting spirit of the Ninth Legion, and let this defeat become the motivation for their gradual growth! ”

"But now," he said, turning to look at the frightened and confused soldiers in the distance, "they're finished!" If they can't regain their fighting spirit on the high ground, even if they can or return to Minehir, they can only become an ordinary soldier, no longer a warrior."

Garin was speechless, after all, he was the culprit. He may pay any price to revive the kingdom of Stormgard, but he is a warrior after all! It was a very despicable act for him to deprive and disperse the fighting spirit of a group of warriors, and if it were not for himself, this group of soldiers under Marshal Alfred would have grown into an elite party sooner or later. Now it's all ruined

Just as Garin was in a state of self-reproach, Marshal Alfred suddenly turned around and stared at Garin with burning eyes and asked, "I wonder why the allied forces of Araço in the north gate and valley were vulnerable last night, but there was an ambush of the most elite soldiers outside the south gate?" Where did the Brute Hammer Dwarves and Artillery Squads come from? Why didn't you send to the front to fight in the first place? ”

Garin, who was already ashamed, was intimidated by the old marshal's momentum, and unconsciously took a step back, and was stunned for a while and didn't know how to answer.

Rommel, who was hidden in the crowd behind Garin, saw that the situation was not good, and he didn't care about the identity gap, so he stepped forward from the crowd and replied loudly:

"Your Excellency, there is something wrong with your statement, those soldiers outside the south gate were not arranged by us in advance! Before the Horde could sneak up that night, we were out of Fort Riptide to escort reinforcements from the Hammer Dwarves to the Vale. When the tribe began to sneak attack, we found that the situation was wrong, so we asked a group of elite troops with artillery to go to reinforcements first, but by the time they arrived, the tribe had already begun to break through to the south gate, so we just let the artillery team wait there to attack the tribe, these people were not arranged in advance! ”

The old marshal ignored Rommel and just quietly watched Garin's expression. Waiting until Rommel finished speaking, he turned his head to stare at him, and asked in a tone without the slightest emotion, "Did I say those people were arranged in advance?" ”

Rommel was sweating profusely and was speechless for a moment.

Seeing this, Nicaea also stood up and explained: "Your Excellency, you must know that the biggest loss in this battle in the valley is our Alaso coalition army!" Do you think we should be suspicious of the fact that our most elite troops have been wiped out, and their commander, Captain Niès, is unknown and has probably fallen into the hands of the damned undead? ”

The old marshal ignored the quibbles of the two of them, waved his hand to interrupt them and Prince Garin, who wanted to continue speaking, and pointed his right hand holding the generalissimo's sword at the paladin Jorad, who was standing quietly with his eyes closed, and shouted, "What the hell is going on? I need your explanation! In the name of the Silver Hand! ”

Seeing the old marshal act like this, Garin, Rommel and others, who were present and knew the truth, were suddenly in a hurry! Needless to say, Rommel and Nicaea were adventurers who could make up lies at will, ignoring them in order to achieve their goals. In the same way, Prince Garin can give up the dignity and glory of a warrior for the sake of the revival of the kingdom and lie with a clear conscience. But Jorad was different!

He also had a part in the plan this time, and he was involved from beginning to end, but he always maintained an attitude of opposition to the calculation of the actions of the Ninth Legion! Although Rommel and others finally agreed to the plan after explanations and persuasions, they still harbored feelings of rejection in their hearts.

The shrewd and sagacious old marshal did not believe the words of Rommel and the others at all under suspicion, and found out the weaknesses of everyone on the spot, and clearly pointed out Jorad, who was a paladin, to answer his questions, and at the same time judged his identity very accurately, and used the reputation of the Silver Hand to pressure him to tell the truth. If Jorad can't hold on to telling the truth

With the actions of the old marshal, the surrounding generals of the Ninth Legion also cast their suspicions on them, and had already acted separately, faintly forming a half-moon-shaped encirclement to oppress everyone, including Prince Garin, and not let them make the slightest move.

At this time, everyone's attention was focused on Jorad, and his answer would determine the attitude of everyone present and the question of whether to stay or not, and it would also determine the way out of Fort Riptide and the Ninth Legion!

Ever since he came to the valley and saw the tragic situation after the sneak attack and the bloody battle at the south gate, Jorad has been feeling very painful. It's not because of the fierceness of the battle, he has also experienced more brutal battles than this, the reason why this is so is that he thinks that these fallen warriors all ended up like this because of the betrayal of his own people, and he himself is also one of the people behind the scenes

When the retreating Ninth Legion soldiers arrived at the Valley of Refuge and discovered the terrible situation here, the despair on their faces made Jorad feel even more distressed, and the guilt in his heart became even worse. Still, he consoled himself with Rommel's persuasion of his righteousness, believing that he had done so in order to stop the endless fighting between the Hordes and the Alliance, to promote peace talks, and to speed up the use of troops on both sides in the Plaguelands.

Even so, after seeing the lonely old marshal step into the Valley of Refuge, he found that he still could not face this brave man whom he respected, so he would close his eyes and stand aside without saying a word after coming with Prince Garin.

However, the old marshal's question made him face a difficult choice again!

He didn't dare to raise his head, nor did he dare to open his eyes to face the old marshal's eyes that seemed to penetrate people's hearts, so he could only choose to escape.

The torment in his heart could not but wear away his sanity. He knew that even if he did something wrong, he couldn't say it at this time, otherwise everything would be wasted. To tell the truth, it is likely to cause Fort Riptide and the Ninth Legion, and even the entire alliance to turn around, and the tribe with heavy losses this time will definitely not let go of this opportunity, and the three sides are likely to fall into a new round of war, and the situation will be even worse than it is now!

The inner tangle did not appear on his face, but his right hand, which clenched the warhammer, was pale from the exertion, and there was not a trace of blood.

After a long time, under the anxious or hesitant eyes of both sides, he finally made up his mind, lowered his head and closed his eyes, and said slowly in a difficult tone: "The ambush outside the south gate is a coincidence! All the actions of the Horde Riptide Fort did not get any news! ”

He breathed a long sigh of relief as if relieved. In just two sentences, it seemed that all the strength in his body had been exhausted, and his mind relaxed, and the war hammer in his hand could no longer be held steadily, and slowly slid to the ground.

Forced by the situation, he had to once again break the Paladin's Creed, which he had worked hard to abide by all his life, abandon his honor, and tell a lie again, even though it would still bring the honor of the Silver Hand!

Hearing his answer, the hearts of the people of Riptide Castle finally let go, and the generals of the Ninth Legion also put away their hostility and retreated behind the old marshal again.

Marshal Alfred looked at Jorad expressionlessly for a long time, and laughed in a sad tone~~ "Very good! Silver Hand ~~~ Paladin ~~~ It's really good! ”

After a long time, facing the overwhelmed crowd, the old marshal sighed slowly in a low voice~ squeezed out a sentence with all his strength:

"In the name of the Silver Hand! I'm Alfred~~ admit it! ”

After speaking, he didn't look at Garin and Jorad and the others again, and turned around with the leaders of the generals without looking back

(To be continued)