Just when the battle of Silvermoon City was about to break out, the Hillsbrad Hills, far south of Silvermoon City, had another battle that was no less intense.

Dunhold Castle, once the king of Lordaeron, Terenus Minethir, spent a huge amount of money to build after the Second Orc War to hold more than 800 orc captives after the war.

For more than a year, the prison was impregnable, and as the highest enforcer of the prison, Warden Blackmore even thought that he could live the rest of his life in peace.

After all, in addition to the monthly salary paid on time, he could also rely on these orc slaves to juggle and fight with wild beasts to attract people's attention and earn an extra and expensive income.

With his prestige, status, wealth, and scheming methods, he can completely regard this place as his own land, secretly establish China, and enjoy the treatment of an emperor.

But the fall of Lordaeron shattered Blackmore's dreams, and also caused a crack in this giant orc prison that had stood for a long time.

At dawn, a thick fog enveloped everything.

The once-glorious prison of Dunhold is now a ruined dead city, littered with rubble and rubble, and the smoke of war filling every corner.

In the sky, heavy rain washed over the walls of Dunhold, piles of corpses were scattered in all corners of the ruins, and crows swept through the air from time to time, and the screams spread throughout the hills of Hillsbrad.

"Langton, how many more do we have?"

Blackmore's jet-black armor had long been covered in blood, and it was covered with countless knife marks, and he was leaning against the wall, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and his left arm was already bloody and fleshy.

"Cloth... Sergeant Blackmore, we... We have only more than three hundred fighters left. ”

Langton's face was also covered with traces of war, and his mind was in a mess.

This is war, he is not the material of war at all, he clearly understands this for the first time, and at the same time, he clearly knows what kind of bloodthirsty monsters they are facing now.

"Waste!waste!!, go and call someone, tell someone to hold the gate of the fortress, don't let those dogs, bastards!!" Blakemore growled, the paralysis of alcohol making him completely unreasonable.

He was once a noble lord canonized by King Terenus of Lordaeron himself, and the supreme warden of Dunhold, but now he survived like a lost dog.

He was not reconciled!!

"Can't hold on, sir!" Langton said with wide wet eyes as he looked at Blackmore, who was already on the verge of madness, and painstakingly admonished, "Those guys... Those guys... We're no match at all!"

Blackmore ignored Langton's words, his face twisted, almost frantically grabbed Langton's shoulders, and shook violently, "Hold the atrium! Just keep the atrium!! Those guys can't get in, can't get in! Hahaha!"

Langton looked at the once arrogant Blackmore with some weakness, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and the Lordaeron soldiers who were waiting around him also looked at their commander in a daze, at a loss.

He never thought it would be like this.

Just half a month ago, the more than 800 orc captives who were locked up here still looked listless, but now, those guys are like crazy, violent and ferocious, like lions out of the cage are difficult to tame.

Langton felt a sense of despair, even more than when he learned that Lordaeron had been defeated by the Undead Scourge.

"Boom !!"

Again, the whole prison trembled!!

Fear that had never been felt before surrounded Blackmore, and he broke free from Langton's pull, and his knees went limp, and he fell straight to his knees.

Fear prompted him to roll over the stairs like a dog, trembling and fleeing to the base of the wall.

The cavalry were still fighting outside, but Langton decided it was just a death throes.

Inside the abandoned walls, the rest of the people were screaming and desperate to defend themselves with everything they could find.

Blackmore, who was trembling at the base of the wall, smelled a strange but familiar smell, and he felt a wave of fear, the smell that he had always smelled in the battles he had experienced in the past, the smell of dead bodies.

Blackmore, who was once high above and had always based his happiness on the pain of others, probably never imagined that he would become like this in his lifetime.

He had almost forgotten how the pungent smell of blood had stirred his stomach.

"He's gone mad. ”

A deep voice pulled Langton back from his stupor, it was Sergeant Karen, a fourth-order knight.

"He's been crazy for a long time, from the moment he brutally killed that girl, he's been completely insane. ”

Sergeant Cullen yelled at Langton, "Now, Lord Langton, it's you in command of us! What do you want us to do?"

"Surrender!" Langton screamed without hesitation.

Sergeant Cullen looked at Dunhold Square, thirty yards away, as the battlefield was in full swing, and shook his head, "It's too late! It's too late! Blackmore has killed us all." Unless those bloodthirsty, vengeful creatures decide to make peace with us, but it's impossible, all we can do now is fight..."

"Don't have any fantasies in your head, what are you going to make us do now?" Sergeant Cullen asked again.

"I... I—" Langton hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't squeeze out half a word.

This was the second time, and he clearly knew that he was a coward, and he was still too tender on the battlefield where every second counted.

Compared to Langton's confusion, Sergeant Cullen, who had obviously followed Blackmore through dozens of battles, large and small, was more rational and decisive.

"Would you like me to take over the defense of Dunhold?" Sergeant Cullen asked in a loud voice, audible to everyone present.

Langton was stunned for a long time, and the noisy fighting sound made him unable to think at all, so he could only nod helplessly.

"Alright, then—" Sergeant Cullen said, turning to face the Lordaeron warriors in the atrium and shouting orders to them.

Sergeant Cullen leaned against the stone wall, panting, looking down at the group of green-skinned monsters below.

It was too late, but they hadn't found nothing in the battle that had lasted all night, at least—the guy in black armor who looked like their leader was dying.

(End of chapter)