Edwin Van Cleef.

I have the impression that he is a very legendary and tragic guy, and as his brother, I am a little glad to be now. It's not just that I'm alive now, but more of the mystery and anticipation he brings to me.

I have imagined countless ways to meet him, touching, joyful...... Even sad. I've imagined more than once what he looks like, his temper, the people around him, the place where he lives. I have speculated more than once about my relationship with him and what happened.

However, at this point all my illusions were shattered, of course I had already met him, but it was hard for me to accept that he lived in such a place.

I went up to the third floor, and a few candlesticks lit up the room, and the man was sitting at his desk with his back to us, looking at something, but he didn't look back when he heard us come up.

"There's a guy who has to meet you." The old man said and flashed to the side.

"It's getting late, Craven." His voice was full of energy, friendly and warm, but there was no impatience or complaint in his tone.

The old man stood aside and didn't speak, while I stared at the man in front of me, waiting for him to turn back, and I could even imagine what his expression would look like when he saw me.

He coded the papers in his hand and put them in a file bag, and then stood up. He turned his head to see me and stopped all his movements.

It's him, it's really him.

Edwin stared at me for a few seconds, his brow furrowed and straightened. "You've got a solution."

I was a little confused by this, and I didn't know what to say when I looked at him at the moment.

He pursed his lips and let out a breath from his nose, "Sit down." With that, he turned to get the flask on the table. I looked at the old man next to me, who was looking at me with squinted eyes.

"Who gave you the name?" He poured a glass of wine and put it on the side of the table, and the old man hurried over and brought it to me.

I glanced at him and took the wine in my hand. "Why don't you ask me who I am."

"I recognize you when you turn to ashes." He turned to look at me.

"Why are you hiding from me?"

"Who do you think you are?" Edwin's face lost the look he had just had, and his face became a little indifferent.

"I want to know what's going on."

"I heard you're doing a good job with Anduin Lothar right now." He took a sip of his wine.

"I'm not here to talk to you." I say.

"Then you'd better leave now." He placed the cup on the table.

"Have I offended you?"

"Hah!" Edwin laughed contemptuously. "It's a mercy of the gods that you don't get into trouble now."

"I really don't remember the past."

"After the queen's political ceremony, you will rise to prominence." He doesn't pick up my stubble.

"I need to know what happened before!"

"You can still go back to the north...... Uh, Lordaeron? Ah no, is it Alterac who continues to be a colonel? ”

I stood up and glared at him, but Edwin's eyes were calm and unwavering.

"I just want to know...... What hurt I did to you before. I said.

"Turning over old accounts? Reminiscing? Or do you uncover the scars? Plums...... Hmph, Colonel Bill. On behalf of the entire Stormwind Kingdom, I thank you for your help to the Stormwind Kingdom. He gestured, "Help Sir Lothar, I heard that the orcs are coming to the city, you must be very busy." ”

"Can't we talk to each other?"

"I'm just a civilian, you see, where I live......" he pouted.

I gritted my teeth. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"What do you want me to do to you?" He tilted his head, and his tone made me a little uncomfortable. "The best thing you should do right now is to do your own thing, and be less nosy, or better yet, not nosy." He pointed at me. "You're a soldier now, you're not a businessman, you're not a politician, and of course I don't think you can be a politician."

"What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting."

"You sent the person who came to me today?"

He rolled his eyelids, didn't speak, and then looked at the old man named Craven. The old man shook his head.

"What did he say?"

"You didn't send it?"

"Tell me what he said."

"The same word as you."

"Be specific."

"He said it was going to change, and asked me if I was ready."

Edwin didn't speak, still staring at me.

"And ...... He said he wanted to take sides. ”

"What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything."

Edwin glanced at Craven.

"I actually......" I was about to explain when he interrupted me, "that's enough, you can go." With that, he turned his back to me.

"I ......"

"Let's go!" Craven reached out and grabbed my arm.

"Edwin, I didn't come back to be a soldier to kill the orcs for you!" I said angrily.

He turned to look at me, "I don't want to kill you with my own hands or see your body dumped in the sewers." ”

"I'm your brother!" I shook Kraven's hand away, "If you want to kill me, you won't save me!" ”

"If you continue to look for death, I can consider sending you on your way with my own hands." His face darkened.

"Tell me what's going on!"

"You really want to keep looking for death!" His eyes flashed with a fierce light that made me a little timid.

"I just don't want to trouble you."

"You're causing me trouble." He said. "Get out of here and do what you're supposed to do." He turned away again.

I sighed softly, "I also want to remind you that you'd better get ready to get out of town now." ”

He didn't turn around, "Thank you for the reminder, Colonel Bill." ”

Suddenly my head tightened, and then my eyes went dark.

When I woke up, I found myself lying in the grass with the back of my head a little swollen. My hand touched the grass, I touched my head, and then I rolled over and looked around.

When I got up from the ground, I honestly felt like I had fallen. I crawled out of the flower bed and walked on the road, covering my smashed head, and I couldn't find my way back to the castle of the king......

As I walked, it occurred to me that I couldn't go back to the King's Castle, what should I do there? So I tried to find my way to the barracks, and finally if I hadn't climbed up to a house and looked out for a while and found my way, I guess I would have knocked on the door and asked where I was.

To be honest, I'm really depressed, the meeting just now was as rotten as, which is not what I want at all......

Why can't I have a good, beautiful, friendly, and warm meeting like some people write in their stories? Or am I not worthy of this kind of warm family?

This thought made my heart tremble, and the irritability hit me again. The wooden box on the side of the street became the object of my venting, and I kicked at the box, and with a clatter, there was a violent sound of the bell in the distance!

Extremely violent bells! Ten seconds later, the alarm bell of the whole city rang out, as if it was dying.

I clutched my head and was shocked, and when I thought about it, I chuckled in my heart! Are they coming?

The lights on both sides of the street were all turned on in an instant. Occasionally, the cry of a child could be heard from inside the house.

After running for a while, people began to run on the street, and then slowly more and more people appeared, and thanks to the fact that they were basically at home at night, I think most of them ran in the same direction. There are also a small number of retrogrades, such as me.

Seeing that there were more and more people on the street, I was forced to climb onto the roof...... Ah, the whole city is awake!

Running towards the city wall, the people fleeing for their lives at their feet are whining, or maybe they have had a refuge experience, and I really haven't seen the ghost crying wolf. However, I feel that the number of people in the city should be far more than tens of thousands, and it is not impossible to have hundreds of thousands!

If these people flee from the city...... Oh my God, I can't imagine it!

By the time I reached the city walls, the soldiers below had already been on standby, and the trebuchets had been pulled up.

Climbing the wall I saw Sander, "What about the commander?" ”

Sandel gave him a thumbs up, pointed behind him, and left. Now the city walls are full of people, and the endless torches outside the city instantly pull my memories back to the time of Lakeside Town.

"Where have you been?" Lothar asked, seeing me coming over.

"Wandering." I say.

"It looks like the orcs are going to storm the city overnight tonight."

"Then this wave of fighting that lasts until dawn is important." I answered.

Lothar nodded.

I was thinking about whether to mention retreating, but after thinking about it, I gritted my teeth and forgot it.

The orc troops were indeed attacking the city overnight, and their team slowly approached from far and near, and stopped a few hundred meters from the city.

The torches on our walls are not erected, and we are waiting for the orcs to attack. The biggest disadvantage of such an attack at night is that you can't see the position of the opponent's march. They can see us, but we can only judge the position of their formations, and it is not easy to see the siege infantry they are attacking.

There weren't enough lights to shine on the stars overhead, and the night was darker than you expected. Tonight's Moon...... It's fine!

The orc torches were parked a few hundred meters away, their trebuchets, siege engines, and arrow towers ready. Our soldiers continued to carry oil, stones, and rolling wood to the city.

Burning arrows were shot one by one into the darkness in the distance, and the flames that pierced through the darkness fell to the ground. When the faint fire on that arrow faintly illuminated the marching orcs, with a command, all the archers on the walls began to shoot into the darkness.

The flaming arrows that soared into the air were truly spectacular, and I really wanted those arrows to turn into cannonballs. As two waves of flaming arrows passed, we could see the advancing orc troops. And the orcs we found did not hide, they just roared and began to charge.

It was then that the city's trebuchets began to shoot flaming fireballs. But as soon as our fireballs were thrown, the orc fireballs were thrown at us.

I don't know how many lives were taken by the fireballs that fell on them, but the damage caused by the fireballs they threw back wasn't all that pleasant. Before the house that was set on fire could be extinguished, large fireballs smashed again.

You can tell the distance of the orcs by listening to the sound, and the incendiary canister with the fire oil is thrown from the city wall. The moment the canister burst, the surrounding orcs were illuminated, and then the archers on the walls began to shoot wildly.

The orc archers are not weak, but we seem to have inexhaustible strength in this dark environment, and we don't seem to be so afraid if we don't see so many orcs.

The orc's ladder was erected.

There is no way to do this, the fire oil canister thrown out was quickly trampled by the orc troops, and without the fire source, it is impossible to see who is who and who is in the dark environment, but once the battle begins, there is a fire source on our city wall. Soon the fire source on the city wall became a target for trebuchets.

We who had a little advantage instantly became the inferior side again, and the soldiers on the edge of the city wall at all did not dare to probe out, so they could only ignite the oil canister and throw it under the city. But this damage efficiency is getting lower and lower.

Seeing an orc not far away crawl up from below and be stabbed by a single shot, I pulled out the axe from my waist......

It's time for a white-knuckle fight.