"Sir, the orcs have set up camp. ”

Major Darvin plucked his beard: "How many?"

Corporal Recha shrugged his shoulders and said, "Can't get an exact number, sir." ”

Daven closed his eyes and silently counted five times in his heart: "Estimate." ”

Recha shrugged again: "The observer said there were at least six hundred, sir, but he wasn't sure, sir. They stayed far away, didn't cross the boundary, didn't break the covenant, but—"

Ruccia hesitated. Daven sighed and asked, "But how?"

"Sir, they're just sitting there right now, but I don't think they'll be sitting for long, sir. Once all those ships are landed......"

Daven sighed again. He seems to be sighing all day these days. Yesterday, ships laden with orcs and trolls headed south of the sea to the North Outpost, where they would be here in a few hours.

At such a critical juncture, Darwen should make a choice.

Christophe, the Minister of the Interior who replaced Queen Proudmoor's Lordmore in place of the Fireblade Clan, was instructed to defend the northern outpost "at a cost".

Daven didn't know what to do to "pay a price".

He never wanted to be a soldier. Although his violent nature as a teenager won the favor and favor of the recruiters in his hometown, he was nothing more than a tall and burly coward. When the recruit was training, he was not really in danger, so he was fooled. If training is nothing more than posturing, he's a breeze. Isn't it just a sword poking at the straw man? No problem. But what if he really fought another flesh and blood?

So the first time he really fought against another person, he really thought he was finished. Lucky for him, his army had the upper hand on all fronts. The dwarves plotted to overthrow the government, and after losing the battle, they fled to his hometown to escape punishment. When the entire army fought against the traitors, Davon did almost nothing. The other soldiers fought valiantly to wipe out the dwarves, and Daven was stained with the light of his companions.

It didn't take long for the Burning Legion to arrive.

Those days were really scary. There are dead people everywhere. Lordaeron was also destroyed, humans and orcs began to fight side by side, and the whole world became a mess. Daven couldn't understand why Queen Prodmore had chosen to ally with the orcs - they were helping the devil and not much better than the devil - but no one had asked him for his opinion.

The scariest day was spent in a forest. Daven still doesn't know where this forest is. All he remembered was that he and some of his comrades who had been defeated by the demons had come to the forest in search of the demon's lair. Then let the mage or someone else find out the secrets of their magic. Daven's mission is simple: protect the mage. Everyone else went to the devil.

Unluckily, they found it. The demons reacted unkindly to this attempt.

They came, their eyes red as if they were on fire. Darvin was frightened and quickly ran behind an oak tree and hid. The mage was tossed aside by him, struggling to protect himself. Eventually, a demon breathed fire and set the mage on fire. Daven safely hid in the middle of the woods, watching what was happening here, but the mage, who was supposed to be protecting, let out a scream of pain until he was slowly burned to death.

Sometimes, Davin himself doesn't understand why the demon didn't notice him. Maybe they didn't think Dawen was a threat to them, there was no doubt about it. Either way, when all his comrades had been killed, and the demons were where they were to be, Daven ran back to camp as fast as he could, waiting for everyone to denounce him as a coward. Just don't send him out again, don't face this kind of thing again. He willingly accepted a qiē punishment.

However, they regarded him as a hero who had killed the enemy and escaped death, and cheered for his heroic feat of risking his life to run back to the camp to report a qiē.

Soon, he was promoted.

Daven was dumbfounded. He is not a hero at all, in fact, quite the opposite. Every time he tried to clarify this qiē to the crowd, it was considered too modest. He's going crazy - not only did he not get out of the war, but he has to start leading his troops into battle.

It didn't take long for the war to end in time. This freed Daven, a commander who knew no more about warfare, from commanding his troops to fight. The Burning Legion was driven back to hell where they were supposed to go. Daven was promoted again. This time he was already a major. Admiral Prodmore captured Fort North, after his death. Darvin was in charge of garrisoning the North Outpost.

Until recently, he was quite satisfied with the job. Fort North was peaceful, and although Davin's cowardice made him look very incompetent on the battlefield, when it came to administration. He's still very capable.

I hope it's business as usual.

Daven especially disliked Colonel Lorena, but he now fervently hoped that Lorena hadn't been captured by the Fireblade Clan and was standing here at the moment. Because first of all, she commanded the troops to fight much better than Davin. Unlike Davin, Lorena's promotion was based on his prowess.

Besides, if even she was captured by the Fireblade Clan. Queen Prodmore is certainly not immune to her fate, what hope can a mere Daven have.

Aurel ran in, his massive armor clanging with every step. "Major Daven, Major Daven, the orcs are on the move, and as soon as the ship is on the shore, they are on the move!"

Daven sighed again: "When did the ship dock?"

"Didn't anyone report it to you?" Aurel's eyes blinked a few times, "Oh, wait, I should have done what they did." I'm too excited, sir, and I beg you don't take me to court-martial!"

Daven got up from behind his desk and walked to the door: "Private, you don't have to worry about being court-martialed at all. ”

Daven slowly descended the narrow stairwell to the ground floor of the tower, located in the center of the North Outpost. The North Outpost Fort is built on a rugged hill with one end of the hill gently sloping out to sea. The east side of the North Outpost Fort is built on a stone wall built between two small hills. To the west of the wall sits the main fortified castle of the North Outpost, and to the east is a beach with a row of palm trees.

Daven walked through the arch of the stone wall and onto the beach. He saw orcs and trolls.

Lots of orcs and trolls.

Their ships were tied to piles in the sand. There were dozens of ships, each filled with a dozen orcs and trolls. Some of them wore animal skins, while others wore helmets made from the heads of wild beasts. They were all armed with weapons, axes, broadswords, meteor hammers, maces, and a few guys who looked taller than Daven at a glance.

"Really," Davon muttered quietly, "I'm going to die this time." ”

"What's wrong, Major?" A soldier in charge of guarding the arch asked.

Daven quickly shook his head: "Nothing. "The major ordered one of his feet to walk in front of the other. After passing through the archway, his boots began to sink into the sand with every step.

He vaguely felt dozens of soldiers lined up behind him. He turned his head to see a few soldiers lined up in front of the stone wall in a skirmish, and the rest began to occupy the high ground. Davin breathed a sigh of relief, there were still people here who knew how to fight. He really wanted to know who this person was.

Daven suddenly turned to the orcs and trolls and yelled, "I'm—"

He couldn't speak, and his voice died out all at once.

Clearing his throat, Davin exclaimed again, "I'm Major Davin, the head of the North Sentinel Fort, what are you doing here?"

For a moment, he told himself hopefully that they had just happened to be passing by, resting here, and would leave in an hour. Just as the comrades-in-arms who abandoned the entire army and ran back to the camp alone to wait for punishment, he earnestly hoped that this time he would also be able to turn evil into good fortune.

A tall, most terrifying-looking orc walked towards him. "I am Berks, and on behalf of Thrall, the chief of the orc tribe and the king of the clan, I sue you that this fortress of yours has violated the alliance agreement between us and you, and that you are given an hour to tear it down, and all your men and horses will disappear here. ”

Daven stammered and said incoherently, "You, you're not telling the truth, are you?" It is simply impossible to dismantle the entire fortress in an hour. ”

Burks laughed, the kind of laugh of a tall and fierce predator before pounced on weak, defenseless prey. "If you don't obey this order, we're going to attack right away. You're dead. ”

For the last sentence, Davin was convinced. (To be continued.) )