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≮ Next to him are his soldiers, Arelia and her rangers. She saw Tulayan kicking his mount with his spurs, and threw a curious glance at him, but said nothing. He looked at her and tried to explain something, but in the end he said "Something has happened." ”

Arelia tried to taunt Tulayan, but when she saw his expression, she kept her mouth shut. Instead, she simply nodded, leaning over and whispering to her horse. He realized that Arelia still believed in him, and at that moment, the uneasiness and fear in his heart were diluted by the warm feeling.

It seems that this journey will never end. The army traversed the meadows and rolling hills around the town of Shining Gold, passed the night town, and took the upwind trail that aptly >> its name—next to Karazhan, where Medivan once lived—to the muddy and disgusting-smelling swamp of sorrow. But now, the landscape is starting to change. When Tulayan found out about this, his heart trembled. Although the surrounding vegetation has begun to decay and emits a foul smell, they are at least showing signs of life. The ground beneath their feet began to turn a parched red, almost desert-like.

Arelia frowned, and said loudly so as not to be muffled by the sound of the horses' hooves, "This feeling...... Very bad. Tulayan nodded, feeling like he could barely breathe. The crowd moved on. Walk through the barren terrain. Climbed up a small hill. Over there. The Watchtower is like a white mountain, towering above the blood-red earth. He tightened his reins and stopped the horse, trying his best to see what was ahead, and whispered, "Something is wrong." ”

Arelia held up her hand to block the daylight that should have shone on her eyes. She had a much better vision than his, so when she took a deep breath, Tulayan realized he was right.

"It's under attack!" Arelia shouted. "The tribe - Tulayan - it's like seeing the tribe in the second war again! There must be at least hundreds!" There was fear and excitement in her tone, and her countenance was distorted with hatred and anger. He remembered the conversation between the two when she arrived in Stormwind. It was clear that for Arelia she finally had a chance to eliminate these "scum". He didn't want to see her so hungry for killing, and he was afraid that it would make her reckless.

The commanders of Tulayan came over, and he said to the crowd, "We are not far from them. We'll attack from the enemy's flank, sandwiching them between us and the Watchtower. Once they have overcome them, we can enter the castle and fortify its fortifications in case the orcs attack again. Let's go. ”

Everyone ran to the last slope, and just as they were about to climb to the top, Tulayan once again called everyone to stop. In front of them was the last uphill of that trail. A little further up is a spacious plateau. From there, they can see the whole picture.

∞ people. Hundreds of orcs were slamming into the outer walls of the Watchtower, though until now it was still withstanding their attacks with ease. The corpses of fallen orcs were littered, and Tulayan saw at least one orc with an arrow through the throat, as well as several other charred corpses, but some did not appear to be injured. He looked up and noticed the group of purple-robed mages standing on the castle walls. Tulayan understood, and despite the critical situation, he smiled softly. ...

"We need to attack, we have to get ahead of them before they find us. Gather the soldiers and wait for my charge cry. His commanders, including Arelia, nodded, walked over to their own units and quietly conveyed orders. The soldiers tightened their belts, lowered their shields and helmets, drew their weapons, and the army began to march forward. Tulayan and the others moved slowly forward toward the plateau, the sound of horses' hooves muffled by the dust. Thanks to the Light, these orcs patronized and shouted loudly, or muffled, and no one noticed their coming.

Now is the time. They've sneaked up here. Tulayan took a deep breath and raised the hammer in his hand over his head.

"Son of Lothar!" He shouted, the power of light helping him reach the ears of every soldier under his command. "For the Alliance, for the Light!"

Behind him, the soldiers shouted their own special battle roars. Tulayan swung the hammer downwards and pushed it forward, and the charge began.

Some of the orcs in the tail heard his cry and turned away, only to be trampled into meat sauce by the steady stream of horses' hooves. Others were also taken by surprise, and many were killed without even seeing the threat coming from behind them. Turayan and his soldiers rushed forward, slashing their way with swords, axes, and hammers, while the guards at the watchfort began to cheer. Arelia and her rangers fired their bows from side to side, fetching, mounting, aiming, and shooting at inhuman speeds, all in one go, all at once, while their horses kept moving forward. Surprisingly, it took only a short time for the Alliance's reinforcements to reach the massive front gate of the Overwatch. As Tulayan approached, the guards inside opened the gate. He paused, looking back at the battlefield and meeting Arelia's eyes. Tulayan pointed to the door, and the latter frowned. Like him, she didn't want to leave the battlefield, but they were the leaders of their own units, and she and he both knew that they should enter the Watchtower as early as possible and talk to the castle's commander.

Eventually, Arelia nodded. Tulayan kicked his mount in the crotch, knocking down an orc trying to follow him, and charging into the narrow gap. Arelia was right next to him, and the two were so close that her arm even touched his. After that, the door behind them was closed again.

"Oh, very well, Arelia, you brought Tulayan in time. Tulayan turned to the speaker and smiled. He and Khadgar gave a curry hug. The two had worked side by side in the Second War, and after all these days, Tulayan missed the friend he liked and respected more and more. He only hoped that the two would not meet again in such a situation. Arelia nodded slightly.

"I rushed as fast as I could. Tulayan said. He saw another old friend, smiled reassuringly, and greeted his deputy. "Danas, it's good to see that you're not injured. Tulayan looked around. "But...... What about your soldiers?"

"Dead. Danas replied briefly.

"In the name of the Light...... All the people?" Tulayan whispered, after all, Danas had taken half of Stormwind's soldiers. When Danas heard this, he gritted his teeth.

"By the time we reached the valley, the orcs had already set a good trap for us. Before my children could react, they were slaughtered by the orcs. Danas trembled despite the low voice. "My children," he called his soldiers. Tulayan knew that Danas was blaming himself for their deaths. "They sacrificed themselves so that I could return to the Watchfort and inform Khadgar of the Horde's arrival. ”...

"They did the right thing, and so did you. Tulayan assured his friend and deputy. "As bad as it is to lose your soldiers, informing the Overwatch is the number one priority. He frowned. "Khadgar, we need to find out why they attacked. ”

"It's clear that they want to get through Guò and invade the rest of Azeroth. Khadgar replied, but Tulayan shook his head.

"No, that doesn't make sense. Think about it. They weren't outnumbered enough to take the fortress, and they certainly knew it. I bet you that this is definitely not the strength of the entire tribe, it can't be. So where are the other orcs, and why are they only attacking with a part of their army?"

Khadgar's brow furrowed, "You're right. ”

"There's a way. Danas said abruptly. "Bring me an orc. Trust me, I'll let him tell us what we want to know. The tone in which he said that and the expression on his face scared Tulayan. On Danas's face, Tulayan seemed to see the same hatred for the orcs as Arelia. Because of the atrocities of the orcs, because of the harm they had done to the world, Tulayan had to feel a little sympathy for the captive that Danas Thorbain was about to hear about himself. He only hoped that the orc would do his best to confess, for the good of the orc, and for their good.

The crowd waited for his approval. Tulayan nodded reluctantly, turning to Arelia. Before he could speak, the Elven Ranger had run to a tower, eager to do something, whatever it was. She waited for the order, waited for a reply, and then laughed cruelly.

"It won't take long. She said. Tulayan had wanted him to come down. But she stayed where she was, slicing an arrow on her graceful longbow and aiming it at an orc, joining the battle from that vantage point.

The elves are right. Within three minutes, someone outside was shouting, "We've got one!" (To be continued......)

Chapter 237: Reinforcements.

Chapter 237 Reinforcements: