Delaney's return defense means the complete abandonment of the highland defense. In other words, in today's Ampoli Village, there is only one teleportation hall left that has not fallen.

The surviving Draenei soldiers apparently tried to put up a last stand against the sturdy structure of the hall.

Thanks to their heroic efforts, the refugees behind them were finally able to rest assured.

Without thinking too much about Iriel's question, Lanlos focused on Itreig, who was half-crouched and panting as the smoke cleared. Countless thoughts crossed his mind, but Lanloth finally raised his great sword.

Shout!

Just as Lanloth was about to kill this orc swordmaster, who had been remembered for a thousand years, an extremely striking roar came from behind.

Sensing the danger approaching at a frightening speed, Lanlos did not hesitate at all, and his magic power stirred, and he immediately disappeared in place.

Boom –

The hard floor that Draenei was proud of had been chopped through like a tofu with an axe, and large splinters spread like cobwebs, and the heavy attack sent the masonry deep into it.

"Hey, will the orcs only sneak up on from behind?" Flashing into the clearing in the distance, Lanlos looked at the pigtailed orc in spiked plate armor, although his words were full of mockery, but the seriousness and seriousness on his face showed the nervousness in his heart.

What a fast charge, such a strong slash......

Without reacting to Lanlos's words, Sarufar immediately checked on Itreig's injuries and, after confirming that he was okay, helped him up.

"This is war, stranger. Looking back, Sarufar's long, slightly withered hair swayed slightly. Unlike other orcs who poured out their wrath and slaughter, his face was full of exhaustion and sorrow for the deceased, "Not a race to please the ancestors. ”

His aversion to war makes him seem more human than most orcs.

But unfortunately, this disgust also comes from his enemies.

"Between us, there is no fairness, only life and death. ”

Sarufar raised the standard two-handed axe.

Looking at the two orcs in front of him, neither of whom were fuel-efficient lamps, Lanloth's palms clenched at Sdomka were covered with sweat.

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After all, it was the end of the crossbow, and although the Draenei had the help of the Holy Light, there was no miracle. The orcs destroyed the weak walls and windows, and the space flooded exponentially, quickly compressing the recalcitrant survivors near the portal.

Losing terrain and technological superiority, facing enemies several times their size, each draenei has to face several enemy counterattacks with every swing of their sword. The number of garrison troops has rapidly decreased from hundreds of people at the beginning, and now, only the last half is desperately resisting.

Seeing that her compatriots were swallowed up by the wave of orcs every second, Minara saw off the last group of refugees with tears in her eyes, almost using all her strength, shouting hoarsely: "Retreat, hurry!"

The scholars and priests who were close to the portal immediately turned around, and they didn't bother to wipe the beads of sweat that had appeared on their foreheads due to the long battle, and poured their magic into the portal.

Soon, a pale blue glow enveloped everyone within a few meters of each other.

Although mass teleportation can transfer a large number of creatures in space in an instant, the huge flow of mana that influxes in an instant will cause serious overload to the device, and it will basically not be used unless it is absolutely necessary. However, just because the device will be overloaded does not mean that the magic sigil in it will be destroyed. In order to prevent the Karabo Temple's spatial path sign from falling into the hands of the enemy, Minara quietly withdrew from the range of group teleportation without anyone noticing.

She clenched the remote control button in her hand, and looked at the scarlet, her eyes were full of determination......

Burst!

Dark blue blood splattered on the High Priest's face in disbelief, and despair instantly flooded her eyes as she watched her button-clenched arm rise into the air.

Behind her, a white-skinned orc greedily licked the blood from the broken knife, the intense excitement making his blood surge, and the bandage on his chest was stained a darker red.

As a ranger, Samara's combat power and perception have never weakened, repelling the besieging orcs, her eyes immediately turned to the source of the sound, and her friend lying in a pool of blood made her exclaim, but what really moved her was the thing that fell to the ground in the severed hand.

However, in the next moment, a hurricane of dazzling light set off a hurricane, instantly drowning all living beings within the range of mana.

They're gone.

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With a burst of dizziness, Lanlos and the Draenei, who were accustomed to spatial spells, just felt the real sensation coming from the soles of their feet, and immediately picked up their weapons and slaughtered all the surrounding dazed-looking orcs in this huge square.

Amid the cheers of nearby refugees and temple guards, the surviving draenei collapsed to the ground, gulping in the fresh and pleasant air of the temple while crying and laughing.

"Samara!" Iriel's light had long since been extinguished, and she did not lie down, despite the exhaustion weighing on her body.

Her sister is gone!

The group teleportation only brought back twenty or thirty people, and at a glance, Iriel's face was not only surprised, but more fearful.

As if thinking of something, she stumbled towards the vague portal next to her.

Although the view on the portal was blurry and distorted due to the overload of magical energy, Irel could still see the draenei who remained on the other side of the door fighting desperately, and the smile of the face that was close at hand, but far away from her.

Then, Samarra pressed the button without hesitation.

"No ......"

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the portal suddenly erupted with a powerful energy impact, as if it had been hit by a hammer, and Irel let out a painful wail, unable to stand at all, and was directly knocked away by this force.

Before the girl fell, a dark shadow stepped up. Lanlos hugged the other party, swallowed the pain all over his body and removed the impact, and looked down, only to find that she was already unconscious. Gazing at the portal, which had completely lost its brilliance, his eyes flickered with unknown mixed emotions.

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Sarufar watched the messy teleportation hall and the central transfer device turned into a pile of scrap metal, and did not speak for a long time.

"She is a warrior to be respected. Itreig removed a necklace from a charred corpse that had lost its face, and carefully wiped the fingertip-sized crystal pendant clean.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, after so many battles, Sarufar could easily read his thoughts.

The Draenei, a cunning and evil race branded by the Ancestral Spirits, also possess a noble soul.

Are they wrong? Are the ancestral souls wrong?

It's impossible!

"Our duty is to bring honor to the tribe. With these words uttered meaningfully, Sarufar turned and left. He did not participate in the carnival of plunder, as usual, sacrificed people, too many. Moreover, although they were given new land and supplies, the plan ultimately failed.

Looking beyond the half-collapsed hall, the soaring fire that lasted for a long time, Itrig lost his mind for a while. Inexplicably, the thin alien reappeared in his mind. Somehow he thought of it, he clenched the pendant in his hand and walked away with steps as heavy as Sarufar's.