The Silverwing Outpost hadn't heard from the other outposts for two days, which worried Sula Swiftbolt. She had been on a business trip from the Silverwing Grove on the orders of the Outpost Commander, only to find that the officer had been killed in an ambush not long ago. The second-in-command of the outpost was also killed in that ambush. Sulla hadn't planned to stay, but the only other Sentinel officer left here was too inexperienced.

She had already sent two Hippogriff riders, one to the next nearest outpost, and the other to report to Commander Hadrisha. The riders should have heard from one of the places or brought back an alarm of a disaster.

But neither rider returned, and Sula lost hope. The Silverwing Outpost was left alone to defend itself against the Horde's attacks.

She strode along the outpost perimeter, watching the fog rapidly rising in the distance. The fog was not caused by Lake Falling Star to the south, as it came from a tribal-controlled area.

From behind her came a low roar of warning. Sura didn't show surprise, she knew what was behind her.

"Take it easy," Sula said to the huge black Nightblade Leopard beside her. The beast was armed with golden-brown armor on its head and sides, inlaid with purple gems. The Night Elf herself is fully armored like the soldiers on duty, but her shoulder armor is more ornate and adorned with delicate gold hoops on silver armor. Some people will think that this armor is more decorative than practical, and if it is an orc or other enemy, they will naturally find this armor good protection when they are disemboweled by Sulla.

Although Sula didn't care about the Nightblade Panther's roar, an owl's screech caught her attention. The Commander looked up at the roof of the main outpost building. There is a smoky gray owl perched there. The bird stared into the forest ahead of it, then suddenly flew down towards Sula. The Commander held out his arm so she could stop on it.

"What's wrong, Hatty?" She asked solemnly. "Where?"

As an answer. The owl chirped again, then tilted its head slightly to a spot in the woods.

Sula looked expectantly at it.

A figure slipped out of the bushes, making the sentinels on the outskirts of the outpost nervous. However, they soon calmed down and recognized the person as one of their own...... Let's put it this way.

The figure returning to the Silverwing Outpost belongs to a group that is not liked by most sentinels. But the group also has its own uses, and some of its members have fully proven their loyalty in Sulla's eyes. In fact, the person who has come over now has the high trust of Sulla, so he has been promoted by her. Now holds the position of quartermaster.

Of course, her most important job was to serve as a scout - there is no better way to say that - and some informal tasks.

"Ethil, Moonfire," Sula greeted her with a serious expression. "You're back more than I expected. Rejection of unauthorized reprinting] and hopefully much later. ”

That other Night Elf was a stark contrast to Surachia, not to mention most of the other Sentinels. This is not only because she wears a dark bodysuit that reminds Sula of a human pirate, but also because Ethil has a certain temperament similar to that of a savage pirate. Traditionally, Etil's peers were no more respected than pirates. Despite the fact that they have been part of the Night Elf society for many years. But with the times changing. People like her are becoming increasingly popular among warriors trusted by the Alliance.

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Ettil held a pair of swords in her hands instead of the Moon Blade, and at this moment she put away her weapon and asked with a wry smile, "Don't you want me?"

"Stop kidding. What do you see?"

"Rather, what did I not see? and what did I hear?"

The Commander looked at her with some annoyance. Hatti screamed in response to her annoyance.

Ethil's wry smile faded slightly. "Okay. First of all, the fog is so thick that you can only see a few steps away. We can't rush inside, it will work in our favor. ”

"So we held our ground. ”

"Unfortunately. It's coming towards us. ”

Sulla had thought so, but she was still a little surprised that the truth had been confirmed. "You should have said it early in the morning. How fast?"

"Soon. You'd better get everybody in place. ”

It couldn't have been worse, thought the commander. "What else do you say you heard?"

"Buzz. It's like a swarm of wasps. And one more: the further you go into the fog, the stronger the stench of kerosene becomes, as if someone had lit a whole bunch of oil lamps and burned them there. ”

Sula knew what it meant to associate it with buzz. "Goblins. There are goblins there. ”

Etil didn't react much. "If we can't handle a bunch of goblins that night, Ashenvale won't be far from falling. ”

"Be careful," the Commander snapped, though she wasn't worried about the goblins herself. What bothered her even more was the appearance of the goblins.

She stared up at the tall trees in front of her. The fog was thick, but it had not yet obscured the treetops. Sulla had sent scouts to scout from above, but the forest below looked like it was covered under a thick blanket, with only the canopy of trees peeking out like islands.

"Where's the others?" Etil asked her suddenly.

Sulla had been waiting for the question for a long time, but she was reluctant to answer. "You're the only one who came back. ”

For the first time, Ettil's face was uneasy. "'The only one'?"

There were three other people who split up into the fog with Ethil. Considering the direction they were heading from, Sulla had expected them to return sooner. And they haven't come back yet, which means they won't be back at all.

It also means that the enemy is closer than initially expected.

"Didn't you run into an enemy, Etil?"

"I found some tracks going east into the fog, but they looked a little too obvious. So I decided not to track it down. ”

"Probably a wise choice. "Etil is a seasoned tracker, even better than the other three. They may decide to follow a similar trail...... As the commander of the Horde hoped.

"Someone's in big trouble," Sula whispered, stroking Hatti's feathers. The owl cried in agreement.

"Do you want me to go to them?"

"Nope. I think this-"

She heard a faint hum coming from the forest. The sound made Ettil, Hatty, and Nightblade all nervous.

"That's what I heard," Ethil said.

"What is it?"

The Night Elves, dressed in dark costumes, sniffed into the air. "Whatever it is, it stenges of oil anyway. ”

Now everybody can smell that stench. The Nightblade Leopard lowered its body and flapped its nose in disgust.

"Can't goblins make something that doesn't smell bad?" The Commander finally spoke. "Or maybe it's something you don't want to do bad?"

"Luckily, half of these inventions either fail or simply explode. ”

"When the other half was around, they wreaked havoc on us. ”

Ettier did not deny it. Sura asked Hati to fly towards the trees. Then took a few steps forward. "Archers ready, spear cavalry ready, front-line infantry formation!"

In response to her last command, the sentinel warriors on foot quickly took their positions in the front row of the archers. They fell to one knee with the Moonblade in hand, and threw these deadly weapons at the same time at the slightest command. Slay all the enemies in front of you.

Other sentries stood behind the archers, some of them wielding powerful siege weapons known as throwing carts. Several warriors had another one on their backs in addition to the Moon Blade in their hands. When the front line needed it, they went into battle as reserves.

A herd of armored Nightblade Leopards await the rider's instructions. The officer leading the team looked at Sulla and waited for her to give her command. The knights had solemn expressions under their heavy helmets. The long spear was raised high into the sky.

The humming sound grew stronger and more harsh, accompanied by a grinding sound. Sulla hadn't figured out the tension the voice had spoken of, but she understood it now. After all, they had always known that the goblins were cutting down forests nearby.

Then there was silence. The sentinels stood in place in confusion. The officers looked at Sula, who was watching and listening for the slightest signs, trying to figure out what was going on.

An unsettling, strange ** sound echoed through the forest. The Night Elves looked at each other. Even Ettiel was clearly confused, not knowing where this long, mournful voice came from. Sula felt the voice come from several places at once. It's as if it's the forest itself.

The commander swallowed. She suddenly understood what this ** sound meant.

She looked to the eastern sky, trying to see through the abominable fog...... It was a smoke screen made by the goblins using some kind of equipment. Sulla searched with his eyes - and saw it in more than one place. It was so unbelievable that she couldn't help but be dumbfounded as she watched the terrible catastrophe that was about to come.

"Those trees...... They're moving......"

"Huh?" Ethil looked up, trying to make sense of the strange words spoken by the other Night Elf. Through the thick fog, she could see that large tree trunks were toppling toward the outpost, with a large canopy on top.

"Retreat!" Sula shouted. "Beware—"

The other sentinels finally noticed what was about to happen. Archers, spear cavalry, infantry...... The well-trained warriors were crushed and fled desperately to the rear.

The sound became deafening. The first giant tree fell on top of the Silverwing Outpost.

Sulla tried to keep the outpost in order as much as she could, but at the same time she couldn't help but feel a little sad admiring the enemy's tactics. The tribe apparently scouted the area thoroughly, selecting the most ideal trees for their attack. The giant trees they had chosen were barely obstructed by the surrounding trees when they fell.

The first impact shook the earth like an earthquake. The giant tree crushed a corner of the main building, killing two Nightblade Leopards and their unfortunate riders. To make matters worse, the huge trunk continued to roll south, overpowering the other three sentinels like ants.

A second impact followed, causing another terrible disaster among the Night Elves. The sentinels were knocked to the ground. The Nightblade Leopard group wails like newborn cubs. Running blindly in all directions.

The third tree fell over. Luckily, its canopy landed on top of the giant tree in the Silverwing Outpost, so the sawn trunk didn't do much damage. Nevertheless. Scattered foliage and broken branches still fell on the heads of the helpless defenders, some of them as big as their feline mounts.

Sula bent down to help a sentry who had fainted. She didn't know where Etil had gone, but Sula wouldn't blame her if the Night Elf had escaped. After all, they can't fight the trees. How can such a weapon be resisted?

Another massive thump shook the entire Silverwing Outpost. The sound of the wood collapsing indicates that the outpost has been damaged more. To make matters worse, the screams of the seriously wounded also increased exponentially.

She counted four giant trees that had fallen towards the outpost, and four had landed now. Sula prayed she hadn't miscalculated, but she couldn't imagine that the tribe would find a fifth giant tree to continue their attack. They needed to have enough gaps in the jungle for these improvised battering rams to hit their targets accurately.

The air was filled with dust and debris falling from the canopy. However, Sulla smelled of goblin oil growing from it. She also heard a heavy thud. It was as if some giant was walking around in the woods outside the Silverwing Outpost.

"Reorganize the queue!" She shouted, but she didn't know who else could hear and do as she was told. "They're on the attack!"

The footsteps grew louder and louder, mixed with a loud buzz. The commander turned to look into the forest.

A group of bipedal goblin machines break into the Silverwings outpost. They staggered forward like drunken Night Elves. The end of one arm is equipped with a saw blade that rotates incessantly.

The first loggers had just appeared, and a rain of arrows came at them. Two goblins fell to their deaths. One of the unmanned machines spun to the side and collided with a third lumberjack.

Sura saw that some of the sentinels had already assembled at her call. And after the single column of archers, the infantry and spear cavalry were also regrouping.

The other timbersawer drivers raised their second arms to cover themselves. Sula immediately capitalized on his opponent's tactical mistake.

"Huntress!

Sulla didn't know how many fighters had survived. But there were more leopards rushing past her than she had expected. This relieved her slightly. The Horde thought they had dealt the Silverwing Outpost a fatal blow. But they apparently forgot who they were fighting against. This army has long since learned to improvise.

More than a dozen large kittens with muscular knots rushed to the logging unit. The huntress held their shields and lowered their spears, pointing the tips straight ahead.

The leopards charged the loggers.

Attracted by the rain of arrows, most of the goblins failed to see the cavalry charge in time. Only two lumberjacks had time to lift their whirling blade wheels. A nightbladed leopard had its chin cut and let out a howl of pain.

But in general, the charge was quite effective. The spear pierced the lower limbs of the lumberjacks with precision - where they were most vulnerable - or simply knocked them backwards. The lumberjack crashed to the ground with a loud crashing sound.

The huntress quickly retreated as per their usual training. But at this moment, a rain of arrows from the east had already fallen.

The four Nightbladed Leopards fell immediately, and after a few moments the losses doubled. Huntress suffered even more casualties, their shields struggling to defend against attacks from behind. Just a few seconds of effort. The leopard herd and their riders have already been hit hard.

A battle horn sounded. There was a loud roar in the forest.

The orcs swarmed out of the forest and charged straight for the Silverwing Outpost. Under the precise fire of the remaining archers at the outpost. The enemy at the front was almost completely annihilated. Unfortunately, the orcs followed suit, and countless arrows flew over their heads to shoot at the Night Elf archers. Several sentries were killed by arrows, and the ranks of archers scattered.

Sula drew the moonblade and jumped onto her mount, and she shouted at the remaining spearmen, ordering them to move closer to her.

"Get them back!" Sulla ordered. "Give the archers and other soldiers time to regroup!"

Led by her, the cavalry turned and charged at the invading orcs again. Sula threw a moonblade at the front enemy, blood splattering from the wound. The orc threw himself forward and fell to the ground. Accidentally tripping the two people who were immediately behind him. Before they could stand up, Sulla grabbed the flying Moon Blade and took the opportunity to knock one of them down.

The orcs began to cringe. Forced to retreat by the cavalry.

Another rain of arrows rained down on the orcs, mixed with several spinning blades, causing even more casualties in the orc's front ranks.

Sulla let out a cry of victory. Once again, the Horde will understand how foolish it is to attack the Silverwing Outpost. Despite the astonishing tactics of the enemy's commanders, today's victory will belong to the defenders.

Another trumpet.

The orcs crouched down together.

Another wave of arrows came at the cavalry. Sulla happened to see several tribal archers shooting with their bows, so she raised the alarm.

She buried her head in the neck of the Nightblade Leopard, praying that others would follow suit. However, there were many screams behind her, and she had little hope for it.

Worse. Her mount stumbled and fell to the ground, thrashing Sura into the air.

The Night Elves were thrown among the dead bodies, and a severed orc face was only an inch away from her eyes. She wanted to stand up. But one leg was crushed by something. Sula turned her head and saw that it was the Nightblade Leopard that had fallen on her legs, making her unable to move. The unfortunate big cat had more than a dozen arrows stuck in it, and it had already died of exhaustion. So Sulla couldn't get the animal to move aside.

She scooped a tomahawk from the dead orc. The killing around is continuing. She was temporarily forgotten. But the Night Elf suspects that this won't last long, and she tries to pry the corpse up with an axe so that she can pull her legs out.

A nerve-wrenching cry rang out nearby, causing her to toss the handle of her axe. Even though she was in a difficult situation, she couldn't help but take a look.

Two sentries blocked her view, but only temporarily. Even though they were all experts in using the Moonblade Fighting, they fell one after another. One had his head cut off; The other was cut in two. Both deaths were accompanied by a terrible cry.

When the Night Elves fell, the enemy who had easily killed them alone appeared. The brown-skinned orc grinned, looking for the next opponent to kill. He had a terrible battle axe in his hand. There is a series of intricate grooves in the axe.

Sula had never seen this person before, but according to the legends he had heard. She immediately realized that she was staring at Garrosh Hell Roar himself.

As if sensing her gaze, his fierce gaze turned towards her.

The sentry grabbed the tomahawk again and thrust the head of the axe into the carcass of the mount. She twisted the handle of her axe and pried up the corpse of the Nightblade Leopard, finally pulling her leg out.

"Very well," said a dark, deep voice. "I want a fair fight. ”

She looked up at the tribal chieftain, only to find that he had not moved. Sura realized he was waiting for her to stand up. Once she did, he would come and take her life. The Night Elf wasn't afraid of him, but the pain in her body let Sura know that she had suffered internal injuries. What's more, it's Garrosh Hellroar, whose fighting skills have long since become legendary. Another Nightbladed Leopard suddenly appeared among them. Without fear, the orcs turned to face this new enemy. The big cat waved its paw at Garrosh, but didn't come forward to fight the burly warrior.

"Run!" The rider shouted. It was only then that Sulla recognized her as Etil.

But Edith, who wanted to rescue her, underestimated Garrosh Hellroar. The orc lunged under the nightblade leopard's claws, then raised his battle axe and slammed it under the big cat's chin.

Ethil's mount roared and jerked back. The animal rolled in pain, blood pouring from the wound above its throat.

The scout was thrown off by her mount, slammed into the corpse of the other big cat, and rolled to the side.

Sulla didn't sit still. She was half-kneeling, but instead of looking for a way to escape, she was thinking about how to help Etil face Garrosh. Now it's her turn to rescue Ethil.

Despite being mortally wounded in the Great Chief's dauntless blow, the well-trained Nightblade Panther returned to the fight. The beast's bravery gave Sula the opportunity to help Etil get back to his feet.

"And I...... Planned ...... It's not the same," the other Night Elf gasped.

"Are you okay?"

Etil grimaced. "I think my left arm is either broken or just strained. ”

"Then we'd better run away. ”

"I can still fight—"

"Don't fight me! We've been left behind! We have to go back to the others!"

Garrosh's tomahawk burst through the air again and let out a terrifying cry. Then came a roar of rage and pain from the Nightblade Leopard. Sula didn't look back. She deplored the big cat's sacrifice. But they have no choice, and if they stay, they will bring about their own destruction.

She saw some defenders regrouping a few yards to the west, but the situation to the east was getting more desperate. The sentinels were surrounded by various and isolated and hopeless. Often falls quickly under the attack of one or more enemies. Sulla was horrified to see one of his officers beheaded by an orc. The sentry's body still staggered a few steps before collapsing. Elsewhere, severed limbs indicate the fate of the other Night Elves. From time to time, a moonblade swirled and flew by, but as the minutes and seconds passed, the signs of resistance became less and less.

When Sulla sensed that there were others around them, they were only a few digits away from a small group of archers. Sulla pushes Ethil towards the other defenders with some regret, hoping that she will still be agile enough to stand her feet even if she suddenly loses the help of her commander.

An old orc wearing a one-sided blindfold covered in nautical tattoos slashed at her with a heavy battle axe, and Sulla had just in time to raise her weapon. Narrowly escaped being cut in two. It's not Garrosh, but his experience and determination have kept her on the defensive.

"I'll get it done as soon as I can," he said harshly. "After all. You wouldn't want to be in the live ...... when he released them."

She didn't know what he was talking about, and she didn't care. Sula was concerned about the sting pain coming from the leg that had been crushed by the corpse of the Nightblade Leopard. After all, the leg had been injured and had affected her body's balance.

The Night Elves learn Garrosh's moves. Rushing towards his opponent by surprise. The orc stepped back in surprise. Sula wields a battle axe. But only a thin red cut was made in his arm.

A sharp arrow came from behind and landed on the ground between them. Another arrow bounced off the orc's shoulder armor. The green-skinned warrior roared, but was pushed back by two other arrows.

Two sentries grabbed Sula and dragged her back to the archers. Just then, the commander heard the hum of a lumberjack. Some goblins managed to get their evil machines back on their feet and began to continue cutting through the places that the fallen giant trees had failed to destroy.

Sula smelled the fireworks. The outpost's main building was on fire, but she didn't know if it was a goblin or someone else. She considered risking her way in to salvage some important chart files that had been kept there, but knew it would be too late.

A terrible cry rang in her ears again. Garrosh had a bloodied weapon in his hand. He shouted an indeterminate command to his soldiers. Even the goblins did as they were told, and the logging crews lined up in a horizontal line and stopped.

"They...... They're within range!" Etil couldn't believe it. "Are they committing suicide?"

"Leave him alone! Free fire! All the moon blades are thrown together!"

More and more Blade survivors are coming together. Sula saw that the sentries were still in a decent defensive line. Yes, the situation seems to be outnumbered, but this is not the first time.

However, when the first column of archers was ready to shoot, another trumpet sounded. The archers hesitated.

"Don't stop!" Sula scolded.

There was a terrible roar coming from the smoke created by the goblins.

Something flew out of the woods. It was a huge stone projectile, several times more in diameter than Sulla's height.

It was followed by five more.

The nightmare that had first attacked the outpost reappeared before her eyes, but now in a different way. The massive stones fell with the same precision towards the Silverwing Outpost.

There was no choice but to flee in all directions. In the face of such force majeure, the last resistance of the Silver Wing Sentinels collapsed.

The first boulder is falling in front of the archers. As when the massive tree trunks had been smashed down, the ground around them shook violently, as if the cataclysm had come again. But the stone bullets were more clearly targeted, and they rained down on the Night Elves with large chunks of sand. One of the sentries next to Ettil was struck in the head by a sharp shard. She immediately fell to the ground and died. The other two sentries were knocked to the ground by the flying clods of dirt.

As more boulders fell, a thunderous sound shook the entire Silverwing Outpost. The sentinels were tossed into the air. Two other boulders completely destroyed the Blade Thrower crew and the operators. This catastrophe drove the Nightblade Leopards into a frenzy, ignoring the commands of their riders.

The tribe did not miss this opportunity. Garrosh let out a battle cry of victory. Wielding a whistling battle axe, he personally led the charge. Several sentries who had been knocked to the ground by the bombardment quickly got up and fended off the oncoming enemy in time. They fully proved their abilities, using the moonblade and sword to kill many orcs, but neither of them could hold out for long in the face of the overwhelming superiority of the other party.

Etille was the first to point out this terrible reality. "We can't hold on any longer! We must give up our position!"

Although Sula was reluctant to admit her comrades' words, she couldn't deny it either. The number of sentinels is rapidly decreasing. There were also quite a few wounded among those who were alive. As more and more orcs enter the fray, forcing them to hold their ground is undoubtedly murder.

"Retreat!" Sura shouted. "Let's go to the other side to meet Commander Hadrisha!"

Despite their reluctance, the sentries complied. They gathered the seriously wounded. Under the cover of the healthiest archers and warriors, something was done that no one ever thought could happen. They abandoned the Silver Wing outpost.

The orcs are in hot pursuit. But to Sulla's relief, there were no wolf-mounted orcs among them. And the few remaining Nightblade Leopards were able to help transport the wounded, allowing the remaining sentries to walk as fast as they could. Night Elves are known for their speed. They ended up throwing their pursuers behind. But even so, the remnants of the Silverwing Outpost are still desperately on their way. They had to go and warn the others.

Sura felt that something was wrong with their escape, but she was too exhausted to keep the survivors together, so she didn't have time to think about it. Her pain had flinched, and it was up to Ettil to keep going. Sula glanced at her companion. The other Night Elf was found to be similarly melancholy. Although in reality it is not easy. But the escape of the defenders should have been even more difficult, extremely difficult.

But they now have nothing to do but move on, but to hope that they have indeed escaped the pursuit of the enemy. The survivors must rush to Commander Hadrisha's side.

She looked back. Smoke rose from the direction of the outpost. After walking so far to the west, the goblin fog had dissipated without a trace, so she could see the black plume of smoke rising above the trees in the distance.

The impossible has happened! The Silverwing Outpost has fallen. These terrible words recurred over and over again in her mind. The Silverwing Outpost has fallen......

Sula fears that it will be the turn of the entire Ashenvale next.

His warriors are eagerly chasing the survivors of the Silverwing Sentinels, but Garrosh hopes the Night Elves will escape. It's all part of his grand strategy.

Brinnin and other officers came to his side. The old seaman had proven himself in battle, and the Great Chief nodded at him. Brinnin grinned.

"The Silverwing Outpost is ours," Garrosh declared with great satisfaction.

Everyone around him cheered. The warriors in the distance echoed. Cheers quickly became a word. Or rather, a name. Over and over again, the warriors shouted, "Garrosh!

"Survivors will tell them what happened. When the cheering stopped, Brinnin reminded. "When the Alliance comes to avenge the Silverwing, their warriors will be far more numerous. They'll be ready for a bloody battle. ”

Garrosh grinned. "Good. Let them come, a thousand warriors...... Ten thousand. He whipped a bloody roar overhead, and his tomahawk let out a terrible cry. The other orcs all looked up in admiration at this legendary weapon.

"Let them send all the warriors of the Alliance. The Great Chief said, looking at the massacre he had caused. "It just means that more people will die. (To be continued......)