In Lokmodan, between the steep hills and low grasslands, a long group of men and horses were walking slowly along the path, among them the poorly clothed refugees, the nobles on horses and pot-bellied, and the noblewomen sitting in the carriages, occasionally looking out through the windows, and the outermost soldiers with stern faces and sharp blades.

The whole team stretched on and on, there were thousands of people, and although the costumes and clothes were different, the same thing was that everyone's face was full of anxiety and fear, and they walked forward without looking back, as if there was some fearful monster chasing behind them, and their expressions were very frightened, there were thousands of people, but few people spoke, and the atmosphere was depressing and silent.

Walking at the front of the line, there was an old man riding on a white horse, with a gray beard, who looked to be about fifty years old, with a sword hanging from his waist, and a bright silver armor on his body, which was full of scratches and blood stains at this time, and the whole person looked dusty and a little haggard, but his posture on the horse was still extraordinarily upright, and his face was also very resolute, showing a terrifying might, and in the arms of the old man, at this time he was still holding a gorgeously dressed boy who was less than ten years old.

"Lord Lothar," probably because he couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere at this time, or the long migration was too bumpy, the young man sitting in the old man's arms frowned slightly, and suddenly raised his head, with a little apprehension and respect on his face, and asked the old man behind him, "When can we get to Lordaeron?" And will Terrenus really help us? ”

Listening to the young man's words, the old man's hand holding the reins of the horse tightened slightly, and then let go again. The big hand reached over and rubbed the young man's head, comforting, "Don't worry." His Highness Varian, King Terenus is the most pious and benevolent ruler of our human realm. He'll come to our aid, and the Lordaeron kingdoms won't watch Stormwind fall into the hands of their enemies, and we'll be sure to drive those damned green-skinned monsters out of our land!" ”

The old man's voice was warm at first, but by the last sentence, his tone had improved a lot, and he gritted his teeth, obviously thinking of something unhappy, his face was a little hideous, and a murderous aura also welled up on his body.

The young man sitting in his arms was startled, and his expression was a little uneasy and frightened. And Lothar also realized his gaffe, restrained his murderous aura, and then squeezed out a smile on his face, and said to the young man: "Your Highness Varian, we will soon reach the wetlands, and we will reach the sea through there, and then the fleet of Kul Tiras will be able to meet us, and there will be no more danger at that time!" ”

Saying this, Lothar's face became stern again. He said slowly to the young man, "But Your Highness Varian, you have to remember that although your father, His Majesty Ryan, has passed away and Stormwind has fallen, you must be strong as the heir of the kingdom. Your people are still waiting for you to save them, so you can't give up or cower under any circumstances. Otherwise, you will live up to your father's expectations of you! ”

"Hmm!" The boy nodded ignorantly, and opened his mouth to say something. But it was stopped by the old man waving his hand, and the latter's face was extremely stern at this time. One hand had already rested on the sword at his waist, and at some point, a cloaked figure appeared on the road in front of them.

The tall figure, the face hidden in the shadows, and the breeze blowing, and the occasional strand of blonde hair that would float out under the cloak, the other party appeared mysteriously in front of Lothar's eyes, and not even a trace of breath leaked, so that the old man could not tell for a moment who it was, and whether it was friend or foe.

But in his heart, Lothar was extremely vigilant, although he was a little distracted just now, but he could appear in front of him silently, the other party was definitely a strong master, and at this time period, stopping the way of the Stormwind City escape team, I am afraid that it is not good.

"Who is Your Excellency, and why are you stopping in the road?"

With his hand firmly on the hilt of his sword, Lothar shouted coldly, and listening to his voice, the soldiers on the left and right also raised their weapons, and surrounded them in a few steps, and the people were trapped in the middle, it can be seen that this is a group of elites, even in the process of fleeing, the reaction is extremely fast, without the slightest hesitation.

Looking at the bright blades pointing at him, the figure that appeared in the middle of the path unconsciously smiled lightly, reached for his cloak, and lifted it.

"Don't get Anduin wrong. Lord Lothar, I have no ill intentions! ”

What caught Lothar's eyes was a head of blonde hair as dazzling as the sun, golden and silver eyes that radiated bright brilliance, and one of the most handsome faces he had ever seen in his life, but these were not the point, the focus was on the pointed ears that were slightly exposed under the other party's blonde hair.

- The person who came was a High Elf.

Lothar's heart was slightly relieved, after all, he still trusted these human allies now, so his tone eased a lot.

"Are you—?"

He asked hesitantly, looking at the appearance of the comer, Lothar seemed to remember something.

The golden and silver eyes blinked slightly, and the High Elf just smiled and performed an ancient ritual at Lothar and Varian in his arms.

"Kael'thas. Sunchaser, I have seen Lord Lothar and His Royal Highness Prince Varian! ”

"It's really you, Your Highness Kael'thas!" Suddenly recalled some time ago, when he was chatting with Archmage Antonidas, the other party's description of the elven prince, Lothar suddenly reacted, after all, such a strange and outstanding appearance, I am afraid that the entire world of Azeroth, only this one will have.

Hurriedly jumping off the horse, Lothar picked up Varian from his horse, pulled the little prince and saluted Mo Wen back, and then said with some surprise: "Your Highness Kael'thas, I didn't expect to see you here!" ”

Although he didn't know what the other party's purpose was here, Lothar was still very clear about the importance of this elven prince, whether it was against the invasion of the orcs, or the situation of these remnants of Stormwind City in the alliance in the future, they had a place to ask for this prince, so they were also extremely polite in their words.

At this time, he looked at the old man in front of him, although his hair was already a little gray, but he was tall and resolute. Mo Wen, who had just set off from Dalaran a few days ago, also sighed slightly, worthy of being the supreme commander of the alliance army in the future. Even though he is in his fifties, this old knight still maintains a good strength. It is enough to be at the peak level of the second-rate, if it weren't for the death of Orgrim in the future. In the hands of the hammer of destruction, it may be possible to break through to the first-class level.

But now is not the time to think about this, originally in this trip to the Storm Kingdom, Mo Wen did not plan to communicate with Anduin. Lothar and Varian met, after all, a commander of the alliance who didn't live long, a king who would be played by the Black Dragon Princess in the future didn't have much weight in his plan, just Mo Wen who went all the way south, when passing through this neighborhood. I happened to find something interesting, so I rushed over.

I saw him wave his hand at Lothar, and then said with a solemn expression: "Your Excellency Anduin, although it is a pleasure to meet you here, I am afraid that now is not the time to say this!" ”

Pointing with his hand to the small hill on the left side of the road, Mo Wen continued: "In that direction, about thirty miles or so, there is a group of green-skinned orcs rushing here, although there are not many of them. There are only a few hundred people, but at your speed, I'm afraid that they will hit the back of the group, so you need to be prepared! ”

"What. Those damn orcs are catching up again? Lothar's brows furrowed suddenly, and then he said to the guards beside him: "Go and invite Bishop Alonsos here, and then send a few people to reconnoiter in that direction!" ”

smiled apologetically at Mo Wen. After a few words of conversation with an old man who had stepped out of the carriage, Lothar began to direct his soldiers to set up.

Although according to what Mo Wen said. Only a few hundred orcs chased after them, and they didn't pose much of a threat to their team. But I am afraid that I will suffer a small loss if I am caught off guard, and there is some fire that has been chased and killed by these orcs along the way, Lothar decided to give the orcs a hard blow here after getting the news that I have not heard, and pull the Holy Light Archbishop Alonsos. After a moment of deliberation, Fao's ranks slowly halted their march and rested, the soldiers on the left began to increase, and some of the clergy began to gather on the right, ready for battle.

Standing in the middle of the team, Mo Wen quietly watched the people coming and going, carefully looking at the surrounding people.

Little Varian on the side looked at him several times and stopped talking, but in the end he didn't say anything, after all, in terms of appearance, temperament and identity, Mo Wen gave people a lot of pressure, he didn't take the initiative to speak, few people dared to take the initiative to talk, especially Varian is still young, even if he got some hints from Lothar, he was still worried in his heart, after all, the arrogance of the High Elf clan is well-known in the circle of human nobles.

As for the little prince's entanglement, Mo Wen didn't notice it, but now his mind was not on this, so he didn't pay attention to the other party.

His eyes roamed back and forth in the ranks, Mo Wen was ostensibly observing the combat methods of the human army with great interest, but in fact his attention was fixed on an inconspicuous aristocratic carriage in the ranks.

"This kind of Cheng Dù's power, this faint sense of depression, should be the one!" Feeling the powerful magic that came from the carriage and was still above him, Mo Wen suddenly touched his chin and smiled, - it's rare for him to come here, do you want to take the time to compete with the world's first-class masters? ――

Time passed quickly, and an hour later, there was a faint noise on the hill to the left of the group, followed by the sound of a stalk.

A green head emerged from the top of the hill, it was a hideous face with fangs, looking at the human soldiers waiting at the foot of the mountain, that face showed a trace of confusion, but then it was replaced by a bloodthirsty expression, only to see the owner of that face suddenly stood up, and the burly body that far surpassed the human was revealed in front of everyone's eyes, like a green rock.

As soon as he stepped on the edge of the hill, the orc roared with his head back, and swung the giant blade forward.

"Kill! Kill all the humans! ”

A deafening roar reached the ears of everyone present in an instant, and then one by one green figures appeared at the top of the hill.

The next moment, without any hesitation or preparation, all the orcs rushed straight down.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

His blood-red eyes were filled with bloodlust, and he snarled and shouted with huge blades in his hands. The orcs swooped down as they swung their blades. Under the leadership of the leading orcs, there were only a few hundred people. But he killed the momentum of thousands of troops.

At the foot of the mountain, the faces of the human warriors at the front of the team began to turn slightly pale, and they were driven and chased all the way here, the madness and bravery of the orcs had been engraved in the bones of this group of people, even if they were prepared, they couldn't restrain the fear and nervousness in their hearts.

Lothar and Archbishop Alonthos frowned at the same time, the former took a step forward, and was about to say something, but a brilliant blue crescent shot out of the team and flew towards the front of the orc charging team.

Syllable!

There was a slight thump. The crescent moon slashed directly at the slope of the hill, cutting a narrow ice mark on it, but other than that, there was no other reaction, and the front of the orc was still a full ten meters away from there.

"This-?"

Looking at Mo Wen who was holding the ice crystal giant sword in his hand, Lothar was stunned, a little unable to understand what the other party was doing, but Mo Wen smiled slightly.

"Lord Lothar, don't mind if I'm an ally!"

Accompanied by a sound of silence. The mutation protruded, and I saw that the ice guns on the long ice marks suddenly drilled out, each of which was more than two meters long, and the sharp tips were shining with dazzling light in the sunlight.

Burst!

The charging orcs couldn't stop themselves. Crashing into Mo Wen's ice spear array, more than a dozen orcs were picked on the tip of the spear like a skewer, and their chests ran through the front and back. Blood flowed down the body of the spear, and the terrible sight made the orc's might suffocate slightly. The pace of the charge couldn't help but slow down.

Lothar was overjoyed when he saw this, and drew his sword. "Warriors of the Humans, what are you still afraid of, do you want to watch these green-skinned monsters slaughter our relatives and fellows again?" ”

The human warrior, who was still a little stunned, came to his senses, and painful memories began to appear in his mind, accompanied by Lothar's call, but a trace of blood slowly appeared in his eyes, and the muscles in his body also tensed.

Most of these soldiers from Stormwind City had experienced the tragedy of the orc massacre, and they were just intimidated by the madness of the orcs, but at this time, after Mo Wen and Lothar intervened, they had already calmed down, and in the face of the orc charge, they gritted their teeth and raised the sword in their hands.

On the other side, although they were scrambling by Mo Wen's surprise attack, the orcs immediately came back to their senses, and the death of their companions did not defeat their fighting spirit, but made them more and more crazy, the red light in their eyes skyrocketed, and one by one they climbed the corpses of their companions and crossed over the ice spears, and then continued to charge without slowing down.

"These damn humans!"

Looking at the corpse of his companion, the orc commander on the top of the hill was stunned, his eyes were red in an instant, and with a roar of rage, he waved the giant blade in his hand and rushed down.

I saw that it did not jump over the corpses of its companions like ordinary orcs, but with a wave of its giant blade, it smashed the ice spear in front of it and rushed over.

The ferocious charge caused many broken ice chips to fall into its body, but it continued to charge with a hideous face as if it were unconscious, and finally it took the lead in the human defense, and with a wave of the giant blade in its hand, it splashed a cloud of stumps and a rain of blood.

Immediately after, one green-skinned monster after another screamed and rushed into the human defenses.

Swords were raised, flesh and blood were flying, and in just a moment's effort, nearly a hundred figures fell, including humans and orcs.

Shouting, roaring, and intertwined hatred made both sides red-eyed.

The fierce fight reached a climax in an instant, and the sound of sharp blades breaking into the body came and went, and the heat of the blood seemed to make the surrounding temperature rise a lot.

However, on the hill where the orcs charged, there was a scene that was incompatible with this tragic battlefield, and a dozen orcs with skulls around their necks stood there coldly, watching their compatriots fall into a bitter battle.

Then he saw that the one who was the leader swept the battlefield coldly, and then spat at the mouth with disdain, turned around and said: "Let's go, Jubilis, this idiot, seeing that the human race is prepared, and still plunging headlong, it's just a waste!" ”

The words were full of indifference, but there was no grief for the death of his compatriots.

An orc beside it smiled and said: "It's better to die, anyway, this guy is the henchman of the hammer that destroys miè, and Lord Guldan is not the same heart at all, it's better to die, it's a pity that such a high-quality soul fragment, if it is handed over to us, maybe it can make an extra contribution to the clan!" ”

With a disgusting smile and a smug face, the orc warlock had expected his speech to be applauded by his companions, but he was surprised to find that his usually virtuous companions had their eyes wide open in astonishment, as if they had seen something extremely frightened.

"How-?"

Before the orc warlock's question could be spoken, he felt a pain in his neck, and then the sky swirled, but in his last gaze was a dazzling blue-purple giant sword.

The sword in his hand lightly slashed the head of the orc warlock, and Mo Wen looked at the remaining orcs with pale faces and guarded, but smiled lightly.

With a flick of the giant sword in his hand, he shook off the blood beads on it, and then narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Warlock? It just so happens that I have some things to prove to you, and it's rare to run into it here, so let's play first! (To be continued......)