Those who play with fire will burn themselves.

I knew, and at first I thought it was just burning my hands, but now it looks like the fire is getting a little bigger.

When the human cavalry rushed over, I chose to take the team with me, and I walked out again on the basis of the original situation of being at the corner with Sarufar's team.

My eyes were watching to see how many people were rushing from the opposite side, and what kind of equipment they were equipped with, and what kind of damage and effect the formation could inflict on us, and my mind was calculating, calculating how to prevent them from stabbing a third or more of us in the first wave, how not to be directly torn apart by them and completely separating us from Salufar's side.

These things are very simple to say, hum, in fact, it is not simple at all, because this is not a game, it is not a sand table with two hands so pulled, this guy comes here, that guy goes there, everyone is an independent individual, each of them knows to obey orders, but really...... Everyone's comprehension and execution are really different!

The cooperation between each member of a good team is honed through battle after battle, especially the cavalry! Each person has their own role, but each person combined is an invincible spear and an unshakable shield. But now we can't call it a rabble, but it's not as strong as we think.

The human spear stabbed in, and in an instant the man flipped on his back. I watched in horror as the other side ran over, and every second was torment. When they pressed over, I found that my men had dodged the first wave of attacks, and when everyone was mixed up, the two men on the horses drew their swords and began to slash at each other.

The biggest advantage of my people is that they can't be killed except for a serious head injury, but it can't take them away from the body, but it's really not easy to kill these basically heavily armed human cavalry. When the sword slashed at them, it didn't hurt much of the flesh wrapped inside, except for cutting through the clothes on the exterior or leaving a scar on the plate armor.

My hammer slammed into their bodies with a muffled thud, each blow made the man as incapacitated as possible to fight, but I wasn't the only one who smashed others, and I didn't take a lot of beatings on my body.

The blow to my back alone was enough for me to die at least twice, and each time I felt a strong vibration in my back, I would be startled and then rejoicing. When there were fewer and fewer people who could still ride on the horses, the horses that had lost their owners either stopped in place or ran away.

When night falls, there are very few people left who can still ride on horses. I rode past the corpses and looked around to see if there were anyone worth my help. Until I saw Sarufar leaning against the tree.

Hurriedly jumping off the horse, I rushed directly in front of him, "How are you!" ”

At this time, he didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, panting softly, he seemed to be breathing very carefully, and he didn't dare to use great strength. I looked at his belly, which he was holding with his hands, "What's wrong with your belly?" ”

He finally lifted his eyelids, "It's not good. ”

The bandages tied to his arm from the last battle had been stained red with blood, and I quickly turned around and took out all the bandages from my pocket and stuffed them into his hands. His face twitched, "I'm fine." ”

"Your stomach seems to be broken." I say.

He didn't squeak.

I quickly stood up and shouted to the people who were still standing around me to come and help, but instead of stopping me, Sarufar fell to the ground.

It was getting darker and darker, and I asked my living companions to hurry up and make a fire, which was very large, and so that Sarufar would not die of hypothermia I had them dig a pit and make several fires around it. A hole had been poked in his stomach, and the bleeding had stopped for the time being, but less than half of his life was left, and he had fallen into a coma due to excessive blood loss.

Those wounded soldiers as long as they were not broken hands and feet were cleaning up the battlefield and counting the number of people, and half of them died, this loss is really very large. I don't want to know how many humans have died, it's not necessary, and the orcs even cut off human limbs and roasted them on the fire to eat. To be honest, it's not burnt human meat, and it still tastes good.

There were no magicians or shamans in the procession, and I hadn't made healing potions for a long time, and there was no place to get herbs in the dark. After settling them down, I asked my few remaining companions to search the bodies of the dead humans, and they were happy to do so, even though they didn't need the living stuff anymore.

I don't know if Sarufar will die tonight, looking at the few orcs left, they have lost interest in moving on, and now the backbone of the main heart can't hold on, and they have become six gods and no masters. The wind picked up that night, and the cold wind took away the heat from the flames.

The next morning, the group of guys very consciously stripped off the clothes of those dead people, who were already dead at this time, and with the low temperature last night, it was not easy to take off their clothes at all, and it was even more difficult to stick the clothes to their bodies after the blood that flowed out of them coagulated.

They first plundered the cloaks of those people, and then their shirts, all said that ten layers of single top could not be a layer of cotton, and now they wanted to wrap themselves from head to toe, and as a seriously wounded Sarufar at this time is the key object of protection, the stretcher was made last night, although it was spread with human clothes, it must still be uncomfortable, but this is not the main thing, it is the most important thing to fix him and then keep warm.

We didn't set off until the sun was up, and I chose to go back the way I came, because climbing over the snowy mountains would not necessarily reduce the infection, and the distance might be a little shorter, but the road would be more difficult. Most of the remaining orcs hadn't experienced life here, so they chose to trust me.

To be honest, there is still a big difference between Sarufal's death on the road and his death in Lordaeron City, I found that his injuries have gradually stabilized, as long as he returns to Lordaeron City, he has a great chance of surviving, and when he dies on the way, I am afraid that the orc upper echelons will accuse us of slacking off on medical treatment and so on, although those who followed us have been rushing all night and can't open their eyes, but I still have to ask them not to leave anything behind when they go back to report.

In order to get Sarufar back as soon as possible, I sent the forsaken who couldn't die to the forsaken gathering point to find a doctor to meet them and help them, and I immediately went to Lordaeron to report to Sylvanas and ask for help.

It was the right thing to do, and what was supposed to be a week-long journey was completed in three days. By the time he returned to Lordaeron, King Sarufar had already awakened, and the orcs who had stayed in Lordaeron to discuss spells were only the icing on the cake, allowing Sarufar to walk that day.

Sarufar, who has a very bad face, is not only because of his physical injuries, but he must be quite active at this time, and my accompanying mission is over, as long as I return to Lordaeron, the rest will be handed over to Her Majesty. And the queen didn't talk to me about Sarufar's injury, which I think is good.

That day I took the initiative to find Salufar to visit the patient, and found that this guy seemed to be recovering quite well. But he told me that he wanted to go back, and I thought he was frustrated with confidence or something, until he told me about the idea of going back to the Great Chief and asking for more troops, and I didn't know what he had been thinking about these days.

Just when I thought my plan had succeeded, he overheard something about it, it turned out that the scouts had reported a large number of human warships in the town of Southsea in Hillsbrad, and the flag flying was not the Kul Tiras Navy, but the lion flag of the distant Stormwind Kingdom.

I didn't hide my surprise, and he didn't behave out of the ordinary when he found out I didn't know. He then told me that the dwarven army had now broken through the blockade of the Soladin Wall, and not only had the wall of Soladin been reclaimed, but that the Dunhold region had once again fallen back to human hands.

As it stands, once the town of Southsea is assembled and reorganized, and the dwarven army marches westward, the Talenmere region will be the first to fall, and once Tarummere loses the fastest passage to the north, Alterac may be the key to losing the southern land forever.

The head of this orc analysis that had been hidden in the Alterac Valley for many years was the Tao, and I felt a little uncomfortable hearing Sarufar's analysis, eh...... Under the weather!

I didn't go to Sylvanas right away, she wanted to tell me she was going to find me at the first place, she didn't want to tell me and I didn't do me any good if I went to her except to make her think something else.

When I asked Sarufar when he was going to leave, he replied that the sooner the better.

Sure enough, that afternoon, Sarufar and a few of his followers opened the portal to Orgrimmar. I'm surprised that some of these orcs have such talent, but it will take much less time.

Sylvanas sent King Sarufar on his way, and after bidding farewell to them, the queen returned to her original cold state, and she looked at me and turned away, and I looked at her with the look that I wondered if she would think too much.

The orcs went back to report, and if it was true, it would undoubtedly be the greatest good for the forsaken, as Sarufar said, but I always felt empty and unsure in my heart. Now farewell to SarufarToday's time is coming to an end, and I suddenly can't remember what happened yesterday, the setting sun is shining on this deserted city, and I suddenly think that maybe I should say goodbye to this woman too.