"Yes, it would be an ideal place to cast spells. ”

"I will gather all the tribal soldiers before dusk. Kargas reported. "We'll leave a handful of troops behind to defend here, and the rest will escort you to the Dark Temple. ”

But the Bloodlord shook his head, "Our tricks won't fool the Alliance for long. When they realize that our attack is only to keep them in their castles, they will attack with all their might. ”

⊥ Aozu nodded—he and the Blood Demon basically had the same idea. "You'll stay here with your clan," he instructed Calgas, "pin down the Alliance's forces while we head to the Dark Temple." Naozu frowned and continued, "I need time. You have to slow them down and do everything you can. If you survive, see us there. ”

Kargas's face turned pale, then straightened up and nodded. "The plain in front of the castle will be filled with their dead bodies!" He promised, holding aloft his ~ no ~ wrong ~ scythe-stealed hand. Kargas nodded to the other three, then turned and left the room. Immediately after he left, the crowd heard him giving orders.

"There's no way they're going to win. A moment later, Ascend commented.

"They don't need to win," Naozu replied. "All he needs to do is let the Alliance be dragged behind until I can finish casting the spell. He shrugged. "The castle is sturdy, and his handbreakers are fierce. They will fight valiantly, and the rest of us will use their names to conquer other worlds as a sign of remembrance. ”

"Of course. Ascending took a step back. Accept the indistinguishable accusation. "I don't doubt the loyalty of Kargas. Or the ability of his warriors. He'll fight all the time. Until the last moment. ”

"Yes," Neozu looked at the Shadow Moon Eclipper Mage in front of him, "and you, you're going to fight with him. ”

"What?" This time, Dengta took a step back in surprise. "But master, you'll need me in the Dark Temple!

Suddenly, Naozu's anger ignited, fierce and pure. "You should stay where I sue you!" He yelled. His voice was muffled with his own rage.

Ascend's eyes widened, "Your face ......," he whispered, stepping back, his face filled with fear and amazement. "That skull ......!"

The moment had passed, and Naozu felt the anger in his heart fade away. He reached out and touched the white smeared on his face; It felt exactly the same as before.

"Those humans, they have their own mages," he said, his voice softer now. "I need someone to stop them, I need someone with strong power, I need someone I can trust. He took a step forward. He stretched out his hand and placed it on the ogre's shoulder. Ascending the tower took a step back, and Naozu's hands sank. "That person is you. ”

Ascend the tower and look at the Blood Fiend. "Why didn't he stay?"

"I know a lot more about spatial rifts and portals than you think," the Death Knight said. "Naozu's consciousness will need me, or I'd definitely stay here and let those humans experience the true meaning of magic. ”

The majestic eyes of the tower looked back at Naozu.

"I do need him to be by my side," Naozu said in an elder-like, almost apologetic tone. "Maybe it will help you to stay with me, but if you stay here and help Kargas with your mage abilities, you will help me even more. ”

☆ Eventually, the ogre nodded. "Master, I will do as you wish. I'll stop those human mages. And if I survive, I'll go to the Dark Temple to find you. His voice was clear to him in his desire to see the place and walk among the Dark Temple. ...

"Very well," Naozu nodded, turning away. They all know that the chances of surviving the tower are almost zero. "I'll leave the Black Dragons here to help you fight. Now, go coordinate with Calgas. Out of the corner of his eye, it could see Ascend nodding; He listened as the ogre slowly walked out of the room. As the thunderous footsteps faded away, Neozu turned to face Kilrog and the Bloodfiend.

"Gather your warriors and your death knights," he told the two. "Let's leave right away. ”

In less than an hour, Naozu had ridden a war wolf and left the Hellfire Fortress. Surrounding him were Kilrog and his warriors. Bloodseeker and his Death Knight rode on their reborn mount and traveled ahead to find their way. Behind them, Kargas Bladefist and his orc warriors stood on top of the castle's high walls, cheering them out. They chanted the name of Naozu.

The leader of the tribe placed a hand on the pouch around his waist, making sure his scroll was still inside. He tied the bag in a knot with the wolf's fur and continued on his way.

Naozu didn't look back.

That night, Arelia and Tulayan had been together all the time, and the two had a long talk on their knees. The estrangement and disagreement between them have also been eliminated. When the two have nothing to say, they use their hearts and ** to continue to heal each other.

The next morning, the two walked out of Tulayan's room together, and their friends greeted them not only with tacit laughter, but also with heartfelt happiness. Although they will face death today, they know that if they survive, there will be more joy in the days to come.

They will survive. Tulayan wouldn't let her leave her, at least not now, when they returned to each other once more.

He kissed her affectionately. And she, before dawn, left him and set off with the other elven rangers. They had discussions on signals, as well as other matters, and finally decided on a time.

"We're going to put out those torches, and if we relight them after about ten heartbeats, we've taken the watchtower," she said. "But if we can't take all the towers when the sun rises above the horizon, you'll have to come. Because after an hour. Then they can see your troops, too. In that case, the plan would be in vain. ”

He nodded. Even now Arelia is not in his field of vision to fight. Tulayan will not be upset either. He knew that she wouldn't take unnecessary risks because she had found her true self.

Danas will lead the charge first to lure the enemy, and once the Horde's army enters the battle, Tulayan will come with a large force to attack. Outnumbered, the orcs would far outnumber Danas and his soldiers, but not for long.

"It's going to be a tough time," Tulayan told Danas in advance. "You need to believe a little bit. That is, a qiē will go according to plan. He hesitated, then continued, "Maybe it will make you feel like you're going through a second portal battle, Danas. ”

Danas stared at his chief with determined eyes. "No, it won't. I trust you, Tulayan. This time, we're not going to fall in front of those green-skinned bastards again. This time, it's going to be us who take them by surprise and kill them. This time, we won't be fighting alone. The children who died in battle will be with us. ”

Tulayan shuddered and began to speak. "Danas ......"

Danas ignored him and said, "I don't have a wish to die, so you don't have to worry about that. I want to take those children home with me one day. I don't want to write another damn letter and start it with the words, 'With the deepest sympathy.'" ”...

Tulayan grabbed his adjutant by the shoulder and nodded. He believed that Danas could keep the orcs at bay until a second wave of forces destroyed them completely.

Kudran and his griffon knights, as well as Khadgar and the other mages, will be part of the frenzy. Tulayan will miss the mage—the two have been fighting side by side during the Second War. It would have been strange for him if Khadgar wasn't with him. However, if the progress of the qiē goes well, they will still meet together to celebrate their great victory.

Now, in the biting cold before dawn, he waited for a signal from the rangers. Danas's troops walked around the vicinity, shouting and attacking the enemy from the rear on their horses. Tulayan's troops, on the other hand, walked cautiously and silently to a spot where they could see the signal, but the darkness of the night could still conceal their existence.

He looked at the fortress in front of him, at its hard façade that meandered more than a mile. At intervals, a dimly burning brazier was placed on the wall. In the light of the extinguishing fire, the stone thorns used to decorate the fortress were faintly visible. The stone thorns are jagged, dark and endless—giving the building a vivid image.

Somehow, Tulayan had a feeling that in addition to those enemies inside the walls - the living orcs and those death knights - they needed to defeat the fortress itself. It was a place of utter horror, angular and angular, but alive, as if it were some kind of gigantic beast, whose flesh had been melted away, revealing the bones that had given it its form.

He stared at the watchtower until his eyes ached from overexertion. There...... The fireworks at one of the watchtowers were extinguished and then lit up again. When the last flames were also rekindled, Tulayan heard the battle cries of humans and the thunder of horses' hooves. He wanted to charge, but he forced himself to wait. The rangers need time and an opportunity to reach the gates, and only when those in charge of guarding the gates are called in to deal with the soldiers of Danas.

For him, every second was filled with pain. Eventually, when he heard the clashing of weapons and the roars of orcs and humans mingling together, he knew that the moment had finally come.

Tulayan lifted his hammer to eye level, the dim metal head reflecting the faint morning light.

"May the Light give us strength," he said quietly, the warhammer in his hand began to glow, energy surging from within. The people gathered around him nodded and whispered something. "May it guide us in battle and lead us to victory, glory, and glory. At that moment, his hammer looked as if it was made entirely of white light. After that, that white light burst outward, bathing everyone present. Tulayan knew that everyone felt the same power and peace of mind as he did. A faint aura hovered over his hammer and all those present, framed by the red earth around him. He smiled knowingly, for the blessing of the Light.

Tulayan led the soldiers to the outer wall. The fortress loomed in front of them, and as they approached, it grew larger and more oppressive. Now he could see the gates of the fortress, which looked like a bloody mouth.

It was then, while he was still wondering if he had mistimed the charge, the door slowly opened.

"She did," one whispered.

"Of course, of course she can do it," Tulayan said softly. "She's Arelia? Windranger. "Holy Light, he really loves her.

However, they were not the only ones who noticed that the door had been opened. As Arelia and her rangers ran towards Tulayan's troops, several orcs were chasing them. In the dim light, Tulayan caught a vague glimpse of Arelia's blonde hair, and he ran over at full speed. His hammer stood up almost on its own consciousness, and began to glow a scorching white light on his head once more. (To be continued......)

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