"It's an orc!"

"It came at the right time!"

"Kill it!"

Bylock let out a long howl—the sound that terrified humans—and then jumped in front of a bearded man and slammed his head with a huge fist.

At this moment, the man with the shaved head grabbed Bylock's shoulders - Bylock's meteor hammer missed him - and tried to lift the meteor hammer with the other hand. Looking at his struggling appearance, Bylock almost laughed out loud.

Bylock grabbed the head of the man standing to his right and tried to throw him aside. But then another man attacked from his right.

He had forgotten that he had lost one of his eyes. Thinking of this, Bylock held back the pain and attacked the enemy who sneaked up on him with his right hand even harder.

Two other men jumped on top of Bylock, one punching him with a fist and the other slashing with a knife. Bylock stepped on the leg of an enemy and broke his leg in one fell swoop. This undoubtedly boosted his morale, and he intensified his attacks. But the enemy was too numerous. Although two people were seriously injured, they were still lying on top of him. It is impossible for Bylock to defeat six people without weapons.

Bylock knew he needed a weapon now. He took a breath and threw out two fists with all his might, letting out a terrifying howl. But this only knocked the enemy off his body for less than a second, but a second was enough for example. Bylock dived down and gripped the Meteor Hammer tightly.

Just as he was about to raise his weapon, two men rushed over and struck him in the head, and another took a dagger and stabbed him in the left thigh. Bylock raised his arm and tried to return the fire, but the meteor hammer slashed through the air and just failed to hit the enemy.

Although it was not yet a last resort, Bylock decided to run away, and ran away with great reluctance.

It was too hard for him. And not just because he had a dagger in his leg. For the orcs, it was a great shame to escape. But Bylock has a more important mission - the Fireblade Clan is back, although this time it's humans. All six men—not just the two he saw earlier—wore the emblems of the Fireblade Clan: a necklace and a tattoo. There's something else.

Sal must be informed immediately.

So, Bylock fled.

He vaguely felt that the six men were still chasing after him, but he didn't have the energy to care about them. He had to rush to Orgrimmar as soon as he could to inform Thrall. Although he was wounded, his steps were larger than those of a human. So they can't catch up with him. At one point, he had thrown them far away, and they were barely visible in the lush grass. They may have chased him just because they wanted to fight an orc. They may not have realized that he could understand their strange language. So they shouldn't have known that Bylock already knew their identities. They certainly don't think about his past, although it was necessary for them.

Or rather, he hoped.

At the moment he didn't want anything. He threw all the thoughts out of his head, and all he wanted was to run faster. Run faster. Step by step, the vast grass tapped at the soles of his feet. He forgot about the injury on his leg. Anywhere they could hit him or even kill him. Because he had one eye that he couldn't see anymore, because his leg injury was slowly draining his strength out of his body.

He's still running.

But he suddenly stumbled. He couldn't lift his left leg - but his right leg was still moving forward, so he fell to the ground. Grass and mud poured into his eyes, nose, and mouth.

"Must ...... Rise...... Come"

"Don't even think about going, Greenskin. Bylock could hear them talking, heard them running as they came and felt two of them ride on his back, "Because, one thing to warn you—you're finished." Orcs don't belong to this world, so we're going to get rid of you. Do you understand?"

Bylock kept his head up as much as he could. Until you can see the faces of these two people. He spat at them.

The humans laughed. "Do it, boys. Geltech Erred Nash!"

The other five followed, "Geltech Erred Nash!"

An hour earlier, Colonel Lorena had assembled her squad in a clearing outside the North Outpost. It was full of rocks and trees, and Artemisia tridona poked out of the uneven ground. The sun shone on the land, and all the trees shone in the sun - everyone was warm.

Most of the members of the squad were randomly selected by Lorena from the top few of the roster, except for two people. One is Strovo. Despite his young age, he was one of Lorena's most trusted subordinates. He is dedicated, always acting on the orders of his superiors, and can adapt to unexpected situations. He never loses his sights, nor does his prey perceive his existence.

The other man was the exact opposite of Strovo: Jalud. It's an old veteran. Before anyone knew what the orcs were like, he had already fought them. It was even rumored that he had trained Admiral Broadmoor, but Lorena was very skeptical. However, Jalud did see everything. Anything has been experienced. He seems to have been born to tell his mysterious and bizarre experiences.

"Just like what I said in the observation room, sir, the crew confirmed Avino's account. They really couldn't see it at the time. I suspect they weren't even sure they saw the Ogator and the pirates. ”

"Even if they were sure," said another soldier, who was also a veteran named Paoro, "they wouldn't help anyone." The seafarers were terrified when they talked about the experience. ”

Marr, who had served in the Azeroth fleet many years ago, nodded, "It's not all their fault. I can't even tell the direction when it's foggy. The only way to do this is to drop anchor and wait for the fog to pass. Oddly enough, they didn't. It's weird. ”

"What's the matter?"

It was Jalud who spoke. Lorena frowned, "What do you mean—"

"The orcs destroyed Admiral Proudmore's fleet! They killed our best leader without even blinking an eye! If I were Captain Avinor, I would definitely help those pirates. I am ashamed that Queen Proudmoor had betrayed herself for the sake of these savages—and her own father. Now instead of letting us kill those monsters, she's letting us do it. What a shame!"

Hearing these words, everyone moved their feet uneasily.

Everyone, except Lorena. She drew her sword and slammed it against Jalud's neck. The veteran looked at her in horror, a pair of blue eyes glaring at the boss on his wrinkled face.

Lorena said slowly, with a threatening taste, "Don't speak ill of Queen Prodmore to my face, sergeant. I don't care who you're working for. It doesn't matter how many trolls and demons you've killed. If you dare to think like that to Queen Proudmoor, I'll disemboweled you, cut you into pieces, and feed them to the dogs. Do you understand?"

Strovo stepped forward and said, "I believe the sergeant did not mean to offend Queen Prodmoor. Sir. ”

"Of course not," said Jalud, tremblingly, "I have great respect for her, sir, you know. I'm just—"

"Just what?"

Jalud swallowed, his Adam's apple resting against Lorena's blade, "I'm just saying that orcs can't be trusted. ”

That wasn't exactly what Jalud meant, of course, but Lorena put down her sword anyway. Jalud served in the army for many years, which earned him the right not to be suspected. But for a veteran who served under Queen Prodmore for many years, such an idea is rare. Did he want Arthas to come back? If it had been someone else, Lorena would have cut his belly open, and would not have thought to warn him.

Lorena put her sword back in its scabbard: "Return to the docks at once." We still have some way to go before we go home. ”

Lorena led the team towards the docks, thinking to herself. She was a soldier for decades. As the youngest and only daughter of ten children, she always wanted to be a soldier like her father and brothers. For this. She struggled to believe that she was a man until the summer of thirteen, when her changed figure made her have to face the reality that she was a woman. She is very proficient in both swordsmanship and shield art. Her father was finally convinced to submit a letter of application for her to join the Kul Tiras's Guardian in person. Over the years, she rose through the ranks, and was eventually promoted to colonel by Queen Prodmore herself to fight the Burning Legion in the Great War.

For so many years, she had trusted her senses—the instincts peculiar to a soldier born into a military family—and her intuition told her that it was not as simple as it seemed. From the moment she arrived at the North Outpost, she never stopped being suspicious. It's just that Jarud's words made it impossible for her not to face this suspicion.

She didn't know what was wrong, but she would find out.

Strovo didn't let Gialud out of his sight until they reached the edge of the clearing. He didn't know what was going on inside the sergeant. But he knew he didn't like it, even hated it very much.

Jarud didn't like orcs, understandably, and many people did, but Strovo saw them as nothing more than a victim of demons, like Medivan. Now people worship him as a god. He didn't remember anything to do with demons, so why was there any need to hate orcs so much. Of course, he knew why so many humans hated orcs to the core.

Why didn't he like Queen Prodmore? Only the Burning Legion and their lackeys wouldn't like her.

He wasn't like that before. Strovo even wondered if Gialud was insane. While he shouldn't blame Jalud for this—good people make mistakes—he felt it was dangerous. When they were in military training, their commanders always told them to learn to trust their companions. But Strovo felt that Jarlud was no longer trustworthy.

He stared at Jarlud so hard that he didn't even notice what he should have noticed. At the edge of the clearing, trees, rocks, and the alternate warehouses of the North Outpost form an arc-shaped boundary. They are now close to the border. It was only then that Strovo saw four people hiding behind trees, rocks, and warehouses. Although they were well hidden, they were discovered by Strovo. (To be continued.) )