By the time I got up from the ground, one of the two soldiers had already been stabbed in the heart by the orc.

I tried to get up, but suddenly I felt a pain in my back that seemed to be broken.

I watched as the black hand ran back at me, stooping down to pick up the hand axe from the ground and slashing it at my face.

Morgan pounced, swinging his sword to block the first attack. The second blow he used his shield to block it. I heard him let out a scream, and his shield shattered!

The orc's axe smashed the wooden shield in his hand directly, and it was estimated that his arm was broken at that time.

Seeing this, I stubbornly got up and pounced, and slashed the black hand in the thigh, so that the orc did not smash Morgan's head.

The black hand hurriedly took two steps back, and I didn't dare to attack rashly at this time, and my back was very painful now. I endured the pain to keep myself from grinning, and it was simply a force. The front chest also became stuffy, and the throat and eyes began to be a little panicked.

When the orc slashed at me again, the soldier who was still alive swung his sword and blocked the blow for me.

Morgan's cry finally caught the attention of the nearby soldiers, and a shout from not far away caused the two orcs in front of them to stop their attacks.

The orc grabbed the black hand's arm. But the black hand was clearly not willing to give up this opportunity to kill me, and it should have known that I was injured now.

The soldier who appeared at the entrance of the alley saved our lives, and the two orcs turned their heads and ran away. When I saw them run away, I sat down on the ground.

I survived again.

Morgan's howling stopped, and the guard hurried over to help me.

"You take care of him." I gestured to Morgan, who was silent. Suddenly coughed twice, and felt the pain in my back as if it had been smashed through.

I tilted my body and untied the shield on my back, only to find that the metal piece embedded in the middle of the shield had been smashed in, and the wood next to it had cracked. What just hit me?

How important it is to throw the shield on the ground and protect the chest and back, thinking about this, I fell to the ground.

Because no open trauma was found, I was not admitted to the church for treatment. When I was carried into the camp for reinforcements, their faces showed extreme surprise.

These guys don't think I'm dead!

I felt fine in the morning, but I didn't have the appetite for lunch. I persevered until more than four o'clock in the afternoon, and I felt that the whole person was not well, and the back began to have severe pain, and then it lasted all night. I wasn't worried about breaking bones, but at least I had to find a way to get me to sleep first.

In the end, I couldn't bear it anymore, and the potions I had prepared didn't relieve my pain, so I finally asked Laurena to go to the monk in the church and ask for some anesthetics before barely sleeping.

I lay in bed for two whole days before I felt less pain in my back. The corpses in the town have been cleaned up, but the blood stains on the ground still smell of blood even if they are washed away.

This battle annihilated more than two thousand orcs. According to Ralph and Reginald, our casualty toll is much higher. Facing the orcs head-on, a one-to-one death ratio is simply not possible.

They didn't ask me where Gage had gone. But I'm sure the brothers who came back with me should have told them what had happened, and maybe they didn't need to ask about it at all.

The three captains of Kurtilas were rewarded by Lothar. Actually, I'm quite happy for them, and I guess I don't have to worry about keeping them anymore. The rewards for them must be indispensable, after all, it is these sailors who can operate the cannons.

After recovering a little, I asked Reggie about the lives of the two orcs I had fought that day, and he told me that the two orcs had run away. I stared into his eyes for a long time, and I couldn't believe it was real.

That black-handed orc has already injured me, and it is very badly injured, how can it run away! Not to mention that there are so many soldiers in the town!

Reginald shrugged helplessly. Indeed let them run.

Then I am not wounded in vain!

Cursing and getting up, I was going to visit Morgan, but of course I wasn't going to tell him the news.

The church and many of the houses near the church were requisitioned to serve as makeshift hospitals, and they were full of wounded. It seems that if you want to continue the offensive in the future, it seems that it is impossible to completely eradicate the orcs in the forest for the time being.

Because Morgan was wounded the morning after the battle, he was not placed in the church, but in a nearby hotel. I feel much more comfortable than in the church, at least there are private rooms. But when I walked into the hotel, there was a lot of moaning inside.

I frowned, looked at the busy nuns, and I gave up trying to ask them. I found the second floor of the hotel from the lobby of the hotel, and after searching for several rooms, I finally stopped at the door of one of the rooms.

The familiar figure caught my eye again. She was busy changing the dressing of the wounded with her head down. I hid outside the door and watched her quietly.

I looked at her slightly sweaty face, and the cute face and serious expression really touched my heart. Suddenly he straightened up, and I immediately flashed to the side lest she see me.

"Alright, you can get some rest." Hearing her say a word and then picking up the plate and walking out, I consciously twisted my body against the wall to the other side.

"Hi, hello, Liz." A familiar man's voice appeared behind me.

"Why are you up again?" This sweet voice made my heart tremble.

Yes, it's this voice, I can't forget this gentle voice, but did I hear it wrong? Who is Lise?

"It's stuffy to lie in bed, and I think it's better to get up and move faster." This is Morgan's voice.

"Your arm hurt isn't fine, but you've been hit hard in the chest, so you'd better stay in bed."

"Hmm...... Thank you, I ....... Morgan suddenly slurred. Wait a minute...... Uh, I'm ...... Do I need to change my dressing today? Morgan asked.

"No, but you'll have to drink medicine today." Her tone seemed to be gentle. "When the medicine is ready, don't forget to drink it."

"Yes, thank you, Miss Lis." Morgan's tone was so excited.

I turned slightly, twisting my neck to look back. Somehow, Morgan's eyes suddenly became very good, "Bill! What are you doing here? What are you doing there? "This damn fellow!

Ah, what an abomination. I quickly turned my face away and pretended not to hear.

"Ha, that's my friend, Bill." He explained.

"Hmm......" she hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "Take care to rest and don't run around." ”

Morgan thanked her and sent her away with a smile, standing behind me. "Why are you here?"

"I'll see if you're hanging." I say.

"You're alright?" He asked me.

I glanced at him, "It's okay, I see you're recovering pretty quickly." I squinted at him, "I've learned to flirt with little girls." ”

"She's not a little girl."

"It's not a little girl. Little daughter-in-law? ”

"She's a nun, a nun from the North County Abbey. And only a few years older than me. ”

"Hah!" I laughed at me, "Is it the charm of the big sister that can't be resisted?" ”

"Well, so to speak. I feel like I'm in love with her. "This guy is stumbling when he faces a woman, and he really dares to say it when he comes to me.

"What's her name?"

"Liz." Morgan's tone was a little shy. "What an elegant, gentle, beautiful name." He didn't hesitate to praise him, and there was a light in the eyes of this guy as he spoke.

"Come on, you're fine." I was leaving.

"You're leaving?"

I waved my hand and walked straight down the stairs without saying a word. What the hell am I doing? What the hell am I trying to do? Suddenly, my heart was sour.

Bloody plots always happen, but I don't think it will happen to me. But as I went downstairs, at the corner of the stairs, a familiar face appeared in front of me.

I saw the surprise on his face when he saw me, but the expression on my face didn't change in the slightest because I was angry at the moment.

He looked at me in surprise, and I only glanced at him, but I could see that he was staring at me all the time. Even as I walked out of the hotel, I felt the burning gaze behind me.

It's him...... Felix! How did this guy end up here.

No, they used to appear together when they were in Shining Gold. So why did he come here again? Is he a warrior? He didn't wear a soldier's costume......

Two things in a row make my heart messy. Suddenly I wanted to vent.

There were no orc captives in the town, and I walked around the town in frustration, and the more I thought about it, the more aggrieved I became. Went back to my room, picked up the shield that Lothar had given me, and headed straight for the command post.

The command post was very lively now, but listening to what they said was not a meeting, and the things discussed had nothing to do with the war. But they had a lively conversation, especially about the Duke of Richwell.

Palmer's voice was the highest, and the sound coming out of his rotten throat made me want to choke him by the neck and slam on his chest.

I was hiding outside the door of the conference room, and suddenly someone next to me said, "When did you come?" ”

I turned my head, and Lothar was standing next to me, and at this point I saw that his face was no longer disgusted.

"Just arrived." I took my thumb and pointed inside. "I thought you were in there too."

"Didn't you go in?"

"I can't interject into the issues discussed, and I'm not very good at what I'm talking about." I say.

Lothar smiled, "So what are you doing here?" ”

"Thank you for the shield." I handed over the shield in my hand.

He glanced at the shield, "It looks like you've been hit very violently. ”

"It's a bit small indeed...... Damage. "I touched the marks of the smashing dent on it." But this shield is indeed a treasure...... Truly. ”

"Then I'll give it to you."

"It's really not my style to win people's love."

"But it protects you, and it's more useful to be with you than it is with me."

"Then I'll invite you to a drink." I smiled at him.

"When you get back to Stormwind City, it's not too late for you to invite me again, I'll invite you today, I still have good wine there."

In addition to the necessary weapons, food and grass, wine is a special material for going out to fight. It can not only be used to disinfect wounds and relieve tension after injury, but also a good tool for soldiers and officers to celebrate or boost morale.

"Is it the wine of the Marcoran family?" I took the glass from his hand and sniffed it next to my nose.

"Do you know anything about the Marcoran wines?"

"I've heard a little, after all, I'm also a person who has entered the palace."

"The first time I met you, it felt like your eyes were full of stories." He said. "And I'm sure you're not a simple guy."

"I'm that good."

"You are not simple, you are brave and resourceful, and you are a very good fighter. But that's not what I'm talking about, you are a person who has experienced great things, and the aura exuded by this kind of person is different from that of ordinary people. He raised his glass to me.

"I'm so flattered to receive such praise from you, I didn't expect Lord Lothar to look at his face."

"When you've been in the palace for a long time with people of status, you'll be able to watch it too."

"Actually, I heard your name when I was in the north."

"Am I that famous?"

"Of course." I took a sip of the wine, "You're the last blood of Aratho. ”