The mouth and the heart are often at odds.

I can want it very much, love it very much, I am very happy, I am very sad, I am very unhappy, but I can say the completely opposite idea on my lips, don't, don't love, don't like, unhappy, it's nothing, it doesn't matter. I've heard people say that disagreement is the norm, and lying is both a norm and an instinct, even if the person is a person who is very upright and respectable in the eyes of all people.

Maybe it's because my heart is too dark, but I always feel that the more this kind of person lies, the more you can't feel it. The reason is simple, as long as you are not a fool know.

I used to wonder if it was the status that determined whether the person would tell a lie. But then I found out that it has something to do with status, but another word for status is "identity", or facing the same thing, because both parties have to deal with different situations, so this determines whether he will lie or not.

Of course, I don't want to discuss this kind of philosophical and brain-burning question, but it doesn't work, but it seems to make sense and is useless at the same time.

I actually have the idea of going back to the north in my heart, and if I can think about it more, I feel that I think a little, and a little means that I can go back or not.

The desire to go back was a little bit greater than not going back, but not to the point where the slightest fluctuation in my heart would make me change my mind immediately.

What am I going to do when I go back?

To put it mildly, I ran back and forth from south to north and north to south several times, but instead of getting anything, I finally found that I was nothing. I didn't get anything, I didn't get anything, and I didn't even have a good opinion that you were a good person.

This is my idea, my real thought, and I can also call it a gamble. But this kind of thinking is just to make me feel better, but it doesn't completely comfort me. My mouth never convinced my heart, and I still wanted to go back a little more.

In fact, I also know that even if I don't do anything or help anyone when I return to the north, it is better to watch them toss each other like this than to stay in this kind of place. I'm really sick of living now.

The next day of the night, I made the last money and scattered it into the slums. Although this amount of money is not enough for a few years for families with children, I feel that I can help them. But after I finished the money, I suddenly became a little worried, and this time I did a lot of things, and it is not known whether the people who got my money will go around talking nonsense and invite disaster. I believe that there is a good chance that someone will cause disaster or even the whole slum because of the slums, but the money has already been sent out, and I can only be ashamed of my so-called conscience for a while.

But after thinking about it again, I guess it's not a big problem, after all, I didn't give them much money, but if someone really gets up, then I can only pray that he won't be so miserable.

The ships bound for Minethil Harbour left King's Harbour, and the sails blown by the wind carried the ship away, in stark contrast to those whose mainsails had been folded, as I think my ship had come into port. It's just that after many years, the buildings here have been renewed, but the people here have long since changed.

The ship went all the way north along the coastline, which was the fastest way, and as for the matter of safety, the captain said that it was like that, pirates would appear in many places, and the patrol range of the patrolling warships was large enough, but it could not prevent pirates from plundering, after all, the coastline was too long. But one thing is for sure, the chances of them encountering the kind called the Naga Siren are even rarer than encountering a meteor and sinking a ship at sea, and this is just a story that serves as a legend to keep the seafarers on their toes and relieve the boredom of the common people.

When I returned to Minethil Port to transfer again, the atmosphere here was completely different from the last time, Minethil Port, as an important port of the Alliance, not only played a role in the transfer and deployment of materials, but also the people here did not avoid the bad news that they had to go to the front line because it was an important port. With a population of more than 200,000 people, it is already a large seaport city, so it is not difficult to find soldiers, and the price of mercenaries is also very high at first, but after a short period of fluctuations, the price of mercenaries rises again, which is also a situation that cannot be helped, after all, the offensive of the alliance army does not meet the established requirements at all.

The bartender recognized me at a glance when I reappeared in the tavern, not that people were panicking, but that the atmosphere here was indeed more tense than some time ago, but the business in the tavern was not affected by this, because there were constantly new recruits in the city who were sent to the front, so as people who knew that they were going to die and didn't know what they were going to face would find a way to have fun here again before going to the front.

But at the same time, many wounded people have been brought back, and those with broken arms, short legs, ears, and noses will occasionally be seen, and some of them will be sent home, whether alive or dead, but some will be temporarily housed here

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As a result, wounded soldiers of all shapes and sizes can occasionally be seen on the streets, in taverns, in alleys and in shops. I found someone to talk to when I confronted them, and the messages I got from them felt more detailed and accurate than the ones I got from Efahi than from the scumbags. I'm more willing to trust them, after all, you can get a complete and more true story for the cost of two beers.

After listening to the stories of more than a dozen wounded soldiers, I basically knew what was going on on the front line. There are still discrepancies with what Effahibi said, first of all, the coalition forces are not as unbearable as Effahibi said, but the level of fierceness of the battle they depict is completely incapable of being described by Effathibi.

The soldiers said that the Stormwind Kingdom's army was very tenacious, but the orc attack did make the humans uncomfortable. It was really cold to cross the snowy mountains, but the clothes worn by the soldiers were not so thick, which made it quite difficult for many soldiers to be able to exert three-fifths of their combat effectiveness. Moreover, when humans first came into contact with the attack of orcs and wolf cavalry, they were actually more sneak attacked, which aggravated the low morale on the battlefield.

They say that orcs don't seem to be very afraid of the cold at all, and that their bodies are much less affected in the snow than shorter humans. And when the two groups came into contact, although the human army resisted desperately and fought bloodily, there was no help from the dwarves in that battle, not only did the war lose, but their lives were estimated to be still in the ice and snow.

All the human soldiers I've spoken to here have praised the dwarves. They admired the dwarves' prowess, the short, fat but really athletic ones were clad in chain mail or plate armor, the heavy armor and knee-high snow did not stop them, they not only blocked the heavy blows of the orcs but also resisted the charge of the wolf cavalry.

Generally speaking, if humans are hit by orc weapons, they will basically lose half of their combat power, and those who can survive two hits are those who are strong enough or lucky enough, while dwarves are not, this group of guys can continue to fight after being beaten by orcs two or three times, and some dwarves resist beating like gods. If it weren't for the dwarves who relied on their own flesh and blood to rush into the human army in the most fearless way, break through the orc's encirclement of the human army, and help the human army get out of trouble in time, the outcome of the battle would have been unimaginable.

It was not the Alliance forces but the Orcs who were the first to retreat, and the Orcs withdrew from the battlefield after the Forsaken appeared, and the night after the Forsaken emerged from the snow was their hardest night. He said that they didn't pursue after the orcs withdrew that day, they didn't even know that they had won or felt that they had won, anyway, the orcs had suddenly retreated.

After winning inexplicably, they began to clean up the battlefield and quickly rest as a team, but at night, they were already very tired and were caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the undead, they generally reacted that they didn't know how to get over that night, that night was like missing in their memory, they didn't want to remember, but they really couldn't remember what happened that night.

The only thing that remained in their memory was pitch black, the sound of screaming, crying, shouting, colliding, wailing filled their ears, and the campfire in the camp was gradually destroyed and then extinguished during the attack, and their fear was exacerbated by the darkness.

They were in complete confusion, they couldn't find the commander, they couldn't find the flag, they couldn't find the direction, and they didn't even know what they were going to do and what they were going to do next. There were only three of them in groups of five, back to back, killing everything that came their way.

They can't tell what is on the other side, they just shout, and then let the other party and the people around them immediately respond to themselves, the advantage of this is that they can distinguish who the other side is about, whether they know it or not, at least they know that he is a living and dead person, which is also a way for them to give themselves the courage and roughly distinguish the distance between the people around them.

The shouting made the dark night unusually noisy, and the fear made them scream, everyone was screaming, but the downside was that they couldn't hear who was on the other side and what he was saying, but it was enough for them.

But that didn't change any more, the people around them were falling, and instead of lining up in front of them and shaking hands with them, they pounced on them and poured in. They had no idea where the enemy was coming, but after being swept away by the dead, they wished they could pass this terrible night by playing dead.

Some people said that he really fainted, and others said that he escaped by playing dead.

It's useless to play dead on the battlefield fighting the living, this method of self-deception will only allow you to live a little longer, but it will not result in a little less pain than those who have actually fainted. But they said at the time that they were really scared, they were going to be scared to death! And they said that they really wanted to pretend to be dead first, and then immediately crawl away from the battlefield by crawling when there was no one around, so that they could escape. But something strange happened!

They heard a loud crash against the ground, and the extremely heavy footsteps sounded as if a tower had fallen from the sky. The earth trembled, and the shouts fell silent with a large, muffled sound, but then some of them came back to their senses.

Now they know what to do, and they're part of it that survives.