Egwene crawled to her feet, "They know we're here. ”

"Yes. Gianna's voice was so small that she could barely hear it.

Oh, yes.

Egwene sighed. The voice sounded like it was coming from all directions - one of the demon's usual tricks. "Stop pretending. Zmodor, we're not your idiot slaves. You can't scare us. ”

What a surprise. I thought you would have died at the hands of your son, but I'm glad I could have killed you myself. I haven't thanked you for what you've done to me.

In addition to the demon's voice, Egwen heard some giggles.

"I've heard that kind of laughter. Lorena looked disgusted, "Bad Devil." ”

Sure enough, dozens of little demons with skin colors the same color as these smoke sprang out.

Lorena stepped forward to protect Egwen and Gianna. "I really hate these guys. Then he rushed up and fought them.

After all, it is difficult for one person to deal with so many furry brutes, but fortunately, there are two more people to help her. Gianna recited several incantations in a row, and the demons reacted immediately. Some of their hairs were on fire, some couldn't breathe, and some were caught on the wall by the strong winds. These aren't big spells, but they're enough to deal with these low-level demons.

These are just the first ones. Immediately after the twenty were killed, twenty more came out.

"They're deliberately consuming your magic. ”

"Yes. Gianna recited another incantation. The twenty brutes disappeared at once.

There are ten more behind them.

"Colonel," Gianna said quickly, "can you fix it?"

Lorena grinned, "Look at me." ”

"Good. ”

The Colonel wielded his sword and fought the demons. Gianna suddenly closed her eyes and nearly fell to the ground. Egwen grabbed her, "Are you okay?"

Gianna was surprisingly honest: "Not so good. I can cast exorcism spells, but at the same time I can't be distracted anymore. Lorena must protect—"

A terrible scream echoed through the cave, and Lorena slew her sword to kill the last three demons. She drew her sword back, and the beasts fell to the ground. Looking at the bloodstains on the blade, Lorena sighed and said, "I'll never wipe it off." ”

I don't think you'll ever have a chance to think about it again.

This time, the voices were not coming from all directions, but directly in front of them.

The orange smoke dissipated. Egger civilized, this is not a good sign. Standing in front of them was the huge Zmodor.

Darvin's feet were fixed there as if they had taken root. Surrounded by miserable soldiers. The foot was cut off, the blade was stuck in the chest, and the head was chopped off with an axe.

Daven just stood there, waiting for death to strike.

He thought the war had begun. Berks would have picked up the big axe and chopped him in half. But the group of orc soldiers jumped forward and surrounded their commander. Daven couldn't figure out what he had done to deserve the scramble of these orc warriors to protect this orc.

After that, no one followed him. Orcs and trolls look for humans to fight. Humans fight orcs and trolls. Davin, who was closest to the coastline, was left to the sidelines, unattended.

The corpse of a troll fell at his feet. The dead Barnes was thrown into the water by a tall orc, and Davin couldn't see why the orc had to throw Barnes that far. He decided not to go any further.

The whole world exploded.

The violently shaking ground shook Daven from a stunned. Daven moved, though only to the ground.

Although a moment ago the sky had been cloudless—a clear and clear day—it was now dark, and lightning shook the earth again and again with a deafening thunderclap.

Daven heard a loud rumble and looked up to see a large wave slowly advancing. Haven hadn't seen such a big wave on the beach since he was sent to Fort North. This is not something that can be lifted by a small boat.

The wave was as high as the walls of the North Outpost—and it looked like it was about to pounce on Dawen.

Davon wanted to get up quickly. But his boots couldn't hold in the sand. He fell to the ground. Daven spat out the sand from his mouth and cleaned his nose. He gave up the struggle, and buried his two fists in the sand, with an awe-inspiring air that looked at death as if he were at home.

The tide came upon him overwhelmingly, almost pulling him up. Heavy armor and fists stuck in the sand like anchors crushed him down. Daven couldn't help but worry about the poorly equipped soldiers. He wasn't worried about the orcs and trolls at all, he was most worried about whether he could breathe.

After a few seconds, the tide began to recede. The waves washed the sand off his face, and even though he was soaked in the water, the water tangled his hair together, and the beard on his face felt extremely heavy.

"You're a shame on me today. My warriors!"

Daven twisted back and looked up at the sky. The sky was still dark, but there was one place where it was bright. A spaceship is parked in mid-air.

For a moment, Daven had a premonition of hope that perhaps the ship was driven by Lorena. Perhaps she and Queen Proudmore had escaped from the Fireblade Clan, and the nightmarish skies might be the Queen's handiwork, who had rushed to the aid of Fort North, driving out the orcs and saving the world.

Davin stared at the ship carefully, and all his hopes were gone. The canvas on the outside of the ship is marked with several strange patterns. Daven recognized it as an orc mark. Two of them were exactly the same as the ones he saw on the orc armor and weapons - not to mention the markings on the shields of the bastards who were killing soldiers. One of Davin's platoon commanders once told him that the orcs distinguished their tribes according to their coats of arms.

Daven never believed in religion. He prayed only once in his life, the one he hid behind a tree and begged the devil not to find him. Although that prayer worked unexpectedly, Daven didn't want to abuse his luck and hasn't prayed since.

But now, Davin prayed to God for the second time to let him live today. Somehow, Daven found that he actually had the strength to stand up.

The words he had just heard came from the ship, and a rope ladder was thrown down from it, and the orc who had just spoken tightened the rope every time he made it.

As the orc stood on the beach, all the orcs and trolls gathered - at least as far as Daven could see - and raised their weapons in salute. Daven noticed that the orc had blue eyes. He knew who this orc was. Before. Daven had never met an orc chieftain before. He remembered that Thrall was a shaman, as powerful as Queen Prodmore, so he must have set off the earth-shattering wave just now.

Thrall held two hammers aloft in one hand—Daven knew this was the hammer of destruction that had previously belonged to Thrall's master, Orgrim—and cried out, "I am Thrall, the chief of Durontar. King of the Clan, Chief of the Orc Tribe!I'm here to tell you—" he pointed to Berks, "that the orc doesn't represent me at all. ”

Over the past six years, Davon has held several talks with orcs. The North Outpost was a gateway for orcs to enter and exit the merchant coast, and it was inevitable that there would be a fight between orcs and humans.

Daven had never seen an expression like the one on Burks' face right now.

"The warriors of Durotal. Retreat at once. Thrall pointed at Berks again, but this time with an extra hammer in his hand, "This sinister brute did not hesitate to collude with the devil in order to stir up a dispute between the two peoples. I will never betray our alliance, nor will I allow the beasts to succeed in their plot to destroy us. ”

Berks roared, "I have always been your faithful servant!"

Thrall shook his head, "The soldiers with you have reported to me that you always carry a blade-shaped talisman of the Fireblade Clan - a token of the Fireblade Clan. According to Gianna, an old mage who had already worked with Gianna, the people who carried the logo had been taken over by a demon named Zmodor. That demon has been hiding in Kalimdor to instigate hostility between the two peoples in a vain attempt to split our alliance. These demons always use us first and then destroy us. ”

Burks pointed an axe at Davin and shouted, "These are the demons who want to destroy us! they enslave us, humiliate us, and denigrate our traditions!"

Thrall's unhurried voice contrasted sharply with Berks' hysterical roar: "Yes, some of them did—but they thought the demons had taken our souls and forced us to fight against the humans of this world." A war that we ultimately lost. We are now free from these shackles and are as strong as ever. Why is this so, Berks, because we are all warriors, because of the nobility and purity of our souls, at least most of us orcs. I can't call a brute who colludes with the devil to make us break our word. ”

Orcs and trolls alike looked at Berks with surprise and disgust. A few of the other orcs seemed a little confused, and one of them stood up and said, "Is it true, Berks?

"I'm willing to collude with a thousand demons to wipe out these humans!

To show his attitude, Berks took the axe and headed straight for Daven.

In a flash. All of Darvin's instincts were gone. The foot took root again, and the whole person stared at Berks's axe in a daze, waiting for the orc to cut off his head.

Before Berks could pick up the axe, his whole body shook. He stopped. Fell on the beach. Davin saw Thrall behind Burks raise the hammer and smack him.

"You've put Durontar to shame, Berks. You have despicably killed so many orcs, trolls, and human soldiers. This shame can only be washed away with your death. As a chief, it is up to me to execute your punishment. ”

Thrall raised the hammer of destruction high above his head and smashed it down on Berks' head.

Davin's heart swooped. Blood and brains splattered everywhere. Davin, who was so frightened that he stopped breathing, did not dare to raise his hand to wipe it, not even on his left cheek and beard.

Thrall didn't wipe the mark of Burks' death on him—he had more blood on his body than Davin's. Daven guessed that it might be an honor for the orcs. The chief walked up to Davin: "I represent Durontar for the act of this traitor. Apologies for today's one, too, Major. I won't let the Fireblade Clan influence my people anymore, and I hope you'll make the same promise. ”

Davin didn't believe his mouth was still working, so he nodded instead.

"We'll retreat at once. We are very sorry that we did not arrive in time to stop this bloody conflict. But my order to my troops was to have them assemble on land. We will withdraw to Durotar at once, and we will never attack you again. The chief took a step forward, "unless you give us a reason to attack." ”

This time, Davin shook his head eagerly.

Daven still stood there, watching as Thrall ordered his troops to pack up the bodies of the dead, place the wounded, return to the ship, and set sail north toward the Kokar Cliffs. Davon stood there, his boots sunk into the sand, his armor, his face and his brain covered in Burks' blood. Thrall climbed the rope ladder to the ship, and the ship headed north with the ship.

Daven was amazed to find that his second prayer had worked again. He began to wonder if someone was secretly helping him other than praying.

At the same time, he was amazed by the rapid change in the situation, all thanks to Sal's words. Although Thrall's actions caused the orcs and trolls to stop fighting at that moment, it was only temporary. The reason for them to really stop the war and immediately retreat was Saar's words.

As much as Daven hated orcs, he had to admit that Thrall was too admirable.

Later, a captain who Daven could never remember his name came running up to him and asked, "What instructions, Major?"

"Go back, Captain. Davin let out a long breath, he didn't even realize that he had been holding his breath for a long time, he suddenly felt tired, "Go back." (To be continued.) )