The cold wind from the grassland carried snowflakes from the passes, and the whining wind howled in people's ears.

With his back against the icy cliff, Marlowe ordered everyone to perform one last inspection of their weapons.

On the other side of the ravine is the Orem wolf cavalry, and the orcs who escaped from the grassland know that there is no second way to choose except to block this group of wolf cavalry at the other end of the pass.

Marlowe looked up at the rear, where his brother was communicating with the two white-robed ** masters, as if sensing Marlowe's gaze, Paul said a few more words to the two mages and walked over with the human warriors.

"Warcry Chieftain, do these humans really want to fight with us?" Baranza Bloodblade, an orc on the side, looked at the heavily armed humans and asked Marlowe, this orc is sixty-seven years old, which is considered a long life for an orc who is struggling to survive.

In the face of Balanza's doubts, Marlowe did not feel the slightest displeasure, the contradiction between orcs and humans has been a long time, and it is normal to be suspicious of each other.

"Yes, my brother will bring his men to fight with us. ”

Bloodblade thought about it for a while, but finally chose to believe Marlowe.

"Everything is ready, let's go, my brother, let's do it together. Paul slapped Marlowe's breastplate hard, then drew the sword at his waist.

"Okay, it's a big ticket. Marlowe took off his elven longbow and looked at the minotaur Bane Whitehoof on the other side of the pass, only to see the other man sliding the huge totem pole in his hand and nodding.

Everyone was ready, and the two white-robed mages broke away from the crowd and walked directly in front of the pass, the surging mana spread around the two of them, and the strong wind blowing from the pass could not blow the robes of the two mages at all.

"Go!" Marlowe gave the order and rushed towards the pass, followed by Paul and his men.

"Let those red-skinned crumbs raised by dog food see how powerful the Bloodblade Tribe is!" the eager Balanza seemed to have returned to his youthful days, and he rushed into the pass with the long knife full of openings in his hand.

The bull-headed people of the Whitehoof tribe were silent, their nostrils spewing white gas, and they strode the earth to rumble.

The wolf cavalry on the other side of the ravine were waiting for orders from their commander, while their commander, Roger Blackeye, was still waiting for orders from Orim. The wolf cavalry regiment consisted of a thousand red-skinned orcs and a thousand wolves, who set out a week later than Gul'dan's wolf cavalry regiment and were mainly tasked with taking over the warcry tribal towns conquered by Gul'dan, only to be delayed by a major storm in the Nagar area for several days.

When he arrived at the town of the Warcry tribe, he found that it was in ruins, and there was not a single living wolf cavalry, so he sent troops to search for it and finally found a few of Guldan's former subordinates, only then did Rog know that Guldan had been killed in battle, and the mission assigned by the Great Chief had failed.

As a last resort, Rog had no choice but to take over Gul'dan's mission, but after learning that the Warcry Tribe had fled into the Chariot Mountains, he released a falcon to ask the High Chief if he wanted to continue to hunt down Marlowe and the others.

Rog Blackeye is a cautious orc, he rarely calls the shots, this time in the face of this, he hopes to get the order of the big chief before acting, after all, his wolf cavalry regiment will definitely clash with the dwarves when it enters the chariot mountain range, and then it may turn into a war between the two countries, and Rogge himself cannot afford such a big responsibility.

The quick reaction of the dwarven army caused the orcs to miss the best time to enter the chariot mountain range, and Rog was looking at the group of dwarfs armed to the teeth on the other side of the pass with some irritation, not wanting two humans to suddenly appear, and then a large group of orcs poured into the narrow ravine.

"Thank you Ancestor Marta, it looks like those green-skinned pariahs have been driven back by the dwarves!" Rog licked his lips excitedly, as long as his army did not cross the eagle's beak pass, it would not be considered an invasion, so he didn't have to wait for the order of the Great Chief, which made him feel good. "Everyone obeyed the order and immediately entered the pass and killed the untouchables. ”

Hearing his order, the orcs immediately turned over and rode on the wolves, screaming and killing Marlowe and the others.

The two white-robed mages stood outside the ravine, their hands fluttering with a ball of spell light that shone blue light, and with a wave of their hands, the four light clusters flew quickly towards the ravine. This made the wolf cavalry at the forefront a little flustered, most of them had not had a very pleasant encounter with humans, so they recognized it as deadly magic.

"Bastard, there's a magician! shoot him with a bow and arrow!" the orcs scrambled forward.

However, these four balls of light did not fall on them, but quickly flew towards the top of the ravine, flying about thirty meters, the four balls of light instantly exploded and emitted a dazzling light, and when everyone came back to their senses, they found that an ice bridge across the cliffs on both sides appeared above their heads. This ice bridge is more than 30 meters long, two meters wide and five meters thick.

Almost all the arrows shot by the orc wolf cavalry were blocked by this ice bridge, and they found that the other party was actually using this method to defend their own long-range weapons, and the orcs adjusted the angle to shoot arrows again, and four more balls of light exploded under the ice bridge, at this time the thickness of the ice bridge reached ten meters, and then changed to fifteen meters......

It wasn't until the ice bridge turned into a wall of ice that covered a height of twenty-five meters, that the orcs finally saw that the mage no longer cast magic.

The two ** masters really need to take a breath, they have already released ten ice wall techniques in just a few seconds, plus the two of them need to accurately adjust the strength and release time of the spell, so they are a little draining of energy.

Seeing that the mage no longer released magic, the red-skinned orcs immediately whipped the wolf fiercely and sped up their speed towards Marlowe and the others. This group of untouchables originally wanted to defend their own side with long-range weapons in this way, hmph, even if they can't use long-range weapons, they still have sharp scimitar axes and sharp teeth of wolves on their side!

Marlowe, Paul, Bane, and Balanza rushed to the front of the group, and when they ran under the mage's ice wall, they stopped and formed a defensive formation. The Minotaurs stood at the front of the line with thick wooden shields, and these Minotaurs were much taller and stronger than the Orcs, making them the most appropriate shield-bearers.

As for the position of the defense, it was agreed in advance, and everyone would start a white-knuckle battle with the red-skinned orcs starting from under the first ice wall, but it was not the time yet, only to see a dozen minotaurs running to the shield hand and lying on their knees, while Marlowe stepped on the backs of these minotaurs with a few human warriors and a few orcs.

Mallolet pulled the elven longbow in his hand, and the newly made falcon tail feather arrows shot like meteors at the wolf cavalry that pounced on them!

(I didn't expect more things during the holidays, I picked up my parents today and arrived home at almost two o'clock in the morning, and it was already three o'clock when I cooked and cleaned up, whew, it was finally a chapter.) Ladies and gentlemen, are you still traveling smoothly during the holidays?)