Ralph and I were back to back, and the camp was already in full swing. In this case, except for the boss running away and everyone fleeing for their lives, it is almost impossible to command a resistance, unless a miracle appears and bravely resists the pace of the orc attack, and then organizes a counterattack.

It would have been the orcs who had retreated, and now it was us. The 14,500 people in the camp were just scattered. Ralph and I were screaming desperately trying to organize a counterattack, but few soldiers were able to be dragged back.

Most of them fled in terror.

After killing four or five orcs in a row, I found that there were only about twenty people left around me. We're going to have to run too! Wait a little longer, and you'll have to stay here.

So we joined the fleeing army.

In the process of escaping, the shameful thought of running away came to my mind, but it was only for a moment that I was left behind.

The orcs didn't seem ready to let us go, and I stopped when I saw someone being slashed or smashed in the head with a single blow by the on-demand wolf cavalry.

"Ralph! Can't run anymore! I shouted.

Turning around, I pulled out my bow and arrows and aimed them at one of the orcs chasing after me. Coincidentally, when the wolf jumped up, the arrow went directly into the wolf's neck. The wolf stumbled, and the orcs above fell straight down.

"Don't run! Counterattack! "My cry is so weak in this forest.

When the brothers behind me gathered together, I suddenly felt that my back was not so empty, and it was completely different from what I felt just now.

We rushed towards the orc. In an instant, the orc was chopped to the ground by us. And this countercurrent soon attracted the attention of some orcs.

The group of creatures behind me gave me a huge sense of security, and I was no longer afraid to be with them, and this courage became stronger and stronger as I continued to slash and slash one orc after another. When I inadvertently turned around, I was no longer the twenty or so people on my left and right! It's a big group! A large crowd!

At that moment, there was a sudden scream overhead, and I looked up to see two huge things that I don't know what they were!

Before I could see it, one of them had already stuck its head in the bushes next to it.

We were stunned, and so were the orcs.

After a while, suddenly a blue light flashed out of the bushes! One after another! Bundles of blue light flew out like arrows. Shoot directly into the body of an orc, and in an instant the orc falls down as if electrocuted.

Another orc has fallen!

The dazzling blue light caught our attention, and the orcs screamed and rushed over, only to be instantly hit by the blue light and fall to the ground.

The remaining dozen orcs gave up and continued to fight, and they ran away. But suddenly, a large ball of fire appeared in the darkness not far away, and flew straight towards the group of fleeing orcs.

It seemed to be the most beautiful spark I've ever seen, and in the reflection of the scattered sparks, three orcs were blown up.

Is this magic? Or what high-tech?

For a while, I was a little dumbfounded, and there was a shout of killing not far away. The Unlucky Commander is back now!

It's just in time.

After ordering some people, we returned to the camp, which had been swept away by the scourge of orcs, but fortunately the material was not burned out.

Master Gavinrad rode back with the men. After a while, two strangely dressed guys walked into the camp.

He was tall, dressed in a robe, with a cloak covering his eyes and half of his face, and he carried a cane in his hand. The other was a young man, who wore no robe, short hair and a slightly green face, and he wore a sack cross-body, dressed in sackcloth, but with high boots on his feet.

They walked into the camp and did not speak, but glanced at us.

We stared at them and didn't drop our weapons.

Gavinrad jumped down from his horse and walked forward quickly, and then saluted the big man in his robes.

We watched from afar as they spoke, and Gavinrad's demeanor was unusually respectful. "Who's that?" I asked Reggie beside me.

"I don't know." He looked at me.

"Is there a mage in the Stormwind Kingdom?" I asked.

"Medivan." He replied. "I don't know anything else."

"Medivan?" I was taken aback. "This is Medivan?" I almost screamed in surprise.

"I don't know...... He. He said with a slur.

Only then did I react, could it be that the person in front of me was really Medivan? I stared at the man not far away, surprised.

"If it's really him...... So who was that young man next to him? "I said to myself.

Do you want to see him? He is an archmage...... I remember him as the one who started the whole thing! Should I go see him?

Just as I was hesitating, the two of them blew their whistles, and saw two huge winged beasts descend from the sky.

The people around let out a burst of exclamation, and then watched the two of them turn over and ride on this thing with an astonishingly large eagle in the front, a lion in the back, a bird in the front paws, a lion in the hind paws, and two huge wings on its back.

It was the first time I had seen such a creature with my own eyes, and I was shocked by such a size, and I got goosebumps when I saw these two monsters soaring into the sky.

Gavin Rad returned to roaring after sending the two away, and after counting the number of people and losses, the man stopped arguing. I don't understand what's wrong with him, this person doesn't feel like a normal person.

From time to time, there were wailings, moans and screams from the camp. I don't want to know how many people were wounded, but forty-seven of our men died, and only two were seriously wounded.

The roar of Bahrain tells me that it should be his people who died the most. I squinted at him, and Bahrain was arguing, but Victor didn't rant with them in indignation. I was a little surprised.

Although they shouted for a long time, they did not come to me to report anything. But after dawn, Gage told me that the Kul Tiras were leaving here.

This news made me feel a little irritable, and I am now very disgusted with this kind of retreat, and I am very disgusted with this kind of work that also needs to stabilize the morale of the army.

This is not the same as I imagined to lead troops to war. All I remember is rushing forward, killing non-stop, killing without thinking, only the enemy's head-hugging rat and our soaring.

Even I used to see that not happening, and now I'm not facing no food, no money, but maybe this group of people doesn't want to do it now.

If they weren't mercenaries, I wouldn't hesitate to kill those two clamoring guys, but the truth is that they're mercenaries. In fact, from the beginning, I doubted that the contract would have any effect.

This sortie should be considered a failure so far. The stern Gavin Rad wandered around the forest for a week with the remaining 1,200 men before retiring.

I don't have the feeling that I'm finally alive for another day, but watching the soldiers, especially the Kul Tiras, behave, really makes me feel like they're not here to fight.

There was a hunch that perhaps in the near future, if there was another movement or attack, they would most likely leave.

When we retreated to Nightlight, the blonde man next to the king showed up at our summary meeting, and I remember Reggie saying he was Lothar. However, judging from the serious expressions of Reggie and Gavin Rad, this guy's rank should not be low.

Gavinrad took the initiative to take responsibility for the mission, and I waited for the reaction of the adult in front of me, such as disappointment, anger, and helplessness. However, he just patted Gavin Rad on the shoulder, and then continued to discuss the next move.

I tilted my head and asked Reggie who this guy was, and the answer I got was half as good as I expected. He is indeed Ser Anduin Lothar, the warrior of the Stormwind Kingdom, but his appearance is not in a way related to the lion of Azeroth, especially the way he looks at me.

There was only one point that I overestimated my importance. At the end of the meeting, Sir Lothar did not ask a single thing about our troops, but only looked at me a few times. It made me feel a little ...... Taste.

And after returning to the camp, it just so happened that Bahrain was noisy again, and this time with Ralph.

"What's going on?" I squinted at Ralph.

"They feel heroic." Ralph waved his hand with a look of disgust.

"We, the people of Kul Tiras, have died the most in this battle!" Bahrain glared at Ralph. "As soon as the orcs came, you made birds and beasts, do you still want to deny this?"

"Enough! Captain of Bahrain. ”

"Captain! Ha, Mistress Bill remembers that I was the captain! Where's my boat? I'm in the Navy! Bahrain yelled.

"You're a mercenary, my captain." I looked at him. "I admit that you are brave and your people are brave, but I want you to put your strength to the battlefield instead of talking here." I looked at Ralph.

"Ralph!" I didn't give Balin a chance to continue, I turned to Ralph and said, "If you have time, the best thing you should do is to take them and practice how to get your battle team to kill the enemy quickly and stay alive, rather than arguing here about who is braver." My eyes swept over Lawrence and Gage. Bahrain! I turned to look at him.

"I want you to raise your fist and slam it in the face of those who question you." I stood in front of him, staring into his eyes.

"I can't ask for it!" He gritted his teeth and stared at me.

I glanced at the group of guys around Bahrain, "If your men win, I'll give you and your men enough gold." My face twitched slightly. Kurtilas, children of the sea, you are questioned! Let me hear the roar of the sea! I pointed at them and shouted.

The bearded men yelled at me and the bandits behind me with wide eyes. Their saliva splashed in my face. Not bad!

I turned to Ralph and the group behind him and shouted, "You guys are still alive, maybe you're lucky, maybe you really have a little bit of strength." Just now you were arguing about who is a warrior, and the warrior who is good at mouthing is the most damned! "I looked at them.

"If you can only bully the old, weak, sick and disabled in those villages, this kind of person is not a warrior, they are not worthy of being called a warrior! They're cowards! "I looked to Bahrain and then to Ralph." Only not afraid in the face of a strong enemy! Don't back down in the face of adversity! A reckless warrior like the orcs deserves to stand here and say heroic, on the sea, you defeated the Kraken, on the beach you defeated the Fishmen! ”

I jerked out the knife at my waist and pointed it at the bandits who were already glaring, "I want to know!" The sons of the mountains, the warriors of Alterac, the people of the sea say they are heroic in their sacrifice! Tell me! Warriors of Alterac! What about your courage? Tell me about your strength! ”

The roars of the bandits seemed to be a little louder. They raised their fists and shouted at the Kurtilas in front of them.

"Now, give me all food and be full! In the afternoon, I would like to see someone vomit the food in the opponent's stomach on the playing field! Prove it! Roar from the mountains and the sea! ”

Ralph looked at me with a serious face, and Lawrence looked at me with a little puzzled. Gage's eyes were full of anticipation.

Their roars attracted many soldiers from the Stormwind Kingdom to stand and watch from a distance, and the man named Lothar also stood not far away and watched. There was no attitude to be seen in his calm expression.

Go for his attitude! I think.