Compared to other gathering places, Amburi Village's defense force is good enough, but in the face of the orcs repeatedly attacking as if they were dead, the draenei is finally unable to support it, and the defense line is shrinking more and more towards the center.

Without the natural terrain cover, the domineering Warsong Wolf cavalry roamed through the streets with impunity, cooperating with the assault troops to attack from multiple directions, and the outnumbered Delaney guards retreated again and again, approaching the central highlands where a large number of civilians were gathered.

Hearing the terrifying battle cries and the roar of artillery fire getting closer and closer, the people in the teleportation hall were panicked, and the cries and anxious discussions of children inevitably intensified.

Minara ignored all of this and was engrossed in putting the finishing touches on the portal, but the dense sweat on her forehead betrayed her restless heart.

As the battle became more and more anxious, the mana of the front-line priests began to stretch thin, and as more and more wounded were carried into the halls, the relatively lightly wounded Draenei soldiers began to be unable to hold back. Their eyes swept over the oppressive and panicked hall, and without any orders, they stood up, took up their weapons and armor, and walked out with firm steps.

"Iriel!" the quick-eyed Samara grabbed her sister. When the latter thought she was trying to persuade herself, the trust and anticipation in Samara's eyes made the girl freeze in place.

“Keelah se'lai！”

Holding back the excitement in his heart, Irel nodded heavily, then stretched out his arms and hugged the respectable and lovely sister hard, and the soft but extremely firm words reached the ears of the two of them at the same time: "The Holy Light will bless us. ”

Lanlos was standing in front of the window at the exit of the hall, looking out at the night sky red by the firelight, not knowing what to think. Hearing footsteps approaching him behind him, he slowly turned around.

Looking at the elven mage who had rescued him twice, Iriel's bright eyes flashed with mixed emotions, and he opened his mouth and whispered something.

"Lanloth!"

Just as he was ready to listen, Minara suddenly shouted at him, "The portal has been opened." ”

Sensing the steady and massive amount of magical energy emanating from the teleporter, Lanros nodded at the other party, and when he turned back, Irel had already followed the others out of sight. After a moment of silence, he smiled at Minara, who was looking at him with urging eyes.

"I'm not a wounded or a civilian, let them go first. ”

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As the support team stepped out of the high ground of refuge, they were quickly shocked by the sight before them.

The armies of flames and hordes spread from the west to their feet, and the defenses on the perimeter had collapsed on all fronts, and with the help of the watchmen and the protective crystals, the remaining soldiers fought valiantly at the foot of the refuge heights.

The blood of orcs and draenei pooled into rivers, piles of corpses littered the streets, and the flames brought a sickening breath of death and blood that pounded into everyone's hearts over and over again.

"You ......" watched the bandaged soldiers rush down the heights, and the captain of the garrison opened his mouth, as if trying to repel the wounded who should have moved to the temple, but it happened that an orc wolf cavalry rushed in front of him, forcing him to hold back what he wanted to say.

The garrison kicked the iron-jawed wolf in the head, picked up his hammer and smashed the rider's chest: "Since you're here, don't be idle! Quick, block the vacancy, don't let the orcs break through the defense!"

"Beware!"

Just as the garrison officer gave the order to the rejoining force, a huge meteor with burning flames fell from the sky.

Boom –

The earth wailed, and the burning boulders kicked up a cloud of dust and flames, instantly drowning the captain of the garrison and several warriors who had not had time to avoid it.

A breach finally appeared in the defensive line, and the orc troops, who were already eyeing the sky not far away, burst into a roar that turned into a brown wave, and launched an unstoppable charge with destruction and slaughter.

Too late to grieve the loss of his companion, Irel rose from the dirt, clenched his sword and shield, shouted the Light, and stepped up with the others.

The operation of the portal is not achieved overnight, in order to ensure the stability and safety of the passage, only two to four units can be transmitted at a time, and the interval between each buffer is about two seconds. In other words, it would take about twenty or thirty minutes for all these thousands of civilians to reach the Karabo Temple safely.

In the face of the fierce attack of the orcs, can this group of Delaney soldiers survive such a long time?

The answer is obvious.

In just a few minutes, hundreds of orcs poured in, using their lives and blood to expand the position of the gap several times.

The originally shiny plate armor was soaked in blood, both red and blue. Irel didn't even have the slightest time to worry about how many enemies would break through the line and climb the high ground of refuge. She's not available!

She had even given up her shield and swung her sword over and over again, but the orcs who came after her could not kill them endlessly. And once again, she felt the pain of her armor and flesh being sliced open.

Her energy was draining quickly, and she knew she wouldn't last long......

Just when she felt that her arms were about to be raised, the enemy's attack suddenly stopped. In her desperate gaze, a familiar white-skinned orc came into her sight.

"Long time no see, little girl. ”

Kargas's laughter was filled with anger and pleasure.

His body was covered in blood, but it was not difficult to tell from his vigorous steps that the viscous liquid came more from the enemy.

The adrenaline of the fierce battle could not suppress the fear that came from the depths of his soul, and the sword in Iril's grip trembled with a frequency visible to the naked eye.

She knew very well that she was no match for this powerful orc, and even the opponent's extremely explosive power could not even take a single move!

Seeing this, Kargas smiled even more presumptuously, and the angry and murderous orcs around him erupted in the same sneer. So cowardly, so unbearable......

Endless humiliation crept over my heart, pain, despair, and self-blame for my weak strength. The sheer amount of negativity weighed on Iriel's nerves, making it difficult for her to look up for a while.

But the laughter of the enemy and the bitter wails of the companions were harsh......

Biting the tip of her tongue hard, as the hot blood soaked the corners of her chapped mouth, the girl's eyes flashed like a blade, and she held the long sword close to her shoulder, and launched an attack on the enemy with an extremely standard starting attack.

O Light, if you are listening, even once, respond to me......

Kargas put away his smile and met the look that completely left everything behind, and he straightened up. The reason why the arena can make people's blood boil is precisely because the gladiators are born to die. Even death can be fearless, even if the other party is an enemy and a defeated soldier, he can still be respected.

Picking up his hideous scimitar, Kargas laughed and rushed forward, but this time, his laughter was filled with hearty satisfaction.

Feeling the change in the atmosphere, the nearby orcs and draenei all stopped attacking very tacitly, and they all set their eyes on the two who were rapidly approaching.

Swords intersect, accompanied by a crisp and pleasant metal hum, and the shining light of dawn tears through the long night, soaring into the sky with a jaw-dropping momentum!

Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at the paladin shrouded in majestic holy light, and the nearby battlefield suddenly fell silent.

The golden light filled the eyes like flames, making it impossible to look at them directly, and the wings woven of holy light rose high behind them, dazzling as if angels had descended.

Vengeful Fury, the most intuitive skill that embodies the power of the Light. Not only does it give paladins unparalleled power, but the light of faith full of hope dispelles the panic in the hearts of their fellow citizens.

Of course, this light, in the eyes of the enemy, is sharper than the blade of a sword.

Kargas slowly raised his left arm, looking at the scimitar that had been flattened and severed, his eyes that were trying to open wide seemed to jump out of his sockets: "This, don't ......"

Phew!

A slight tearing sound interrupted him, and he looked down to see a long, narrow scarlet crack cut through his chest. As blood gushed out like money, he suddenly felt his strength drain rapidly from his limbs.

Instead of rushing in pursuit, Iriel raised her sword aloft the pair of golden wings that rose high to the backdrop of her soaring golden wings, and she burst into a loud and powerful cry like a legendary Valkyrie.

"Holy Light, be with us!"

The golden light suddenly fell on all the draenei around them, and the king's blessing not only strengthened their bodies and strength, but also brought endless courage and determination.

Under this decisive reversal, the Draenei, who continued to rout, actually stopped the orc army at the foot of the high ground in one fell swoop.