Her hair smelled refreshing. I pressed my face to her hair, and she snuggled into my arms.

She must like me too, at least she is willing to show me her youngest and most beautiful side. She held my hand, fiddled with my fingers, and didn't say anything.

I shifted and sighed softly.

"Are you still grieving about that?" She asked me.

"I just feel very uncomfortable."

"I didn't expect your king to have such an attitude." She said.

"Gianna doesn't want to fall asleep tonight." I snorted.

"Magicians don't need to sleep like normal people."

"Then she'll be fidgeting tonight." I added.

"Was Varian like that before?" She picked up my palm and looked at it.

"No, he's changed a lot." I say. "I don't even know him anymore."

"He's tough."

"I thought he would agree to an armistice very firmly." I pouted.

"He doesn't trust orcs very much."

"Of course, his father was killed by the orcs, and he witnessed his father die in front of him, and he was not too young when Stormwind broke down, he must have remembered. And Anduin Lothar, as you should know, even if he was his closest person since the death of his parents, he also died in the Black Rock Mountain during the decisive battle with the Orcs. Although he had not seen Lothar's body, there were no more blood relatives in this world. ”

"Haven't you been assisting him all the time?" She glanced up at me, "And I feel like he still cares about you just now." ”

I blinked and didn't speak.

"How are you going to explain it tomorrow?" She said, rubbing my fingers.

"What do I have to explain? Besides, it seems very likely that Varian will reject them now, and even if I don't show up, I feel that the result will not be much worse, and even if a truce is finally reached, it will not have any real effect. I said.

"You think so, too?"

"What? Does anyone else think this way? ”

"Actually, I think so too." She looked up at me.

"How could you still think like that?" I looked at her with a smile.

"It's just a feeling." She laughed too. "Will you go back to Stormwind with him?" She asked suddenly.

I smiled and looked into her eyes, and for a moment I didn't know what to answer.

Suddenly, a scream came from outside, "There are assassins!" ”

"Protect the King!" Then another person shouted heartbreakingly.

I was stunned for a moment, and then we both got out of bed all at once.

I thought I had misheard, but there was screaming again.

"What's going on!" Egwene flew over her robe with a wave of her hand, and I didn't have time to put on my armor, just grabbed the belt of my gun and drew a warhammer and rushed out of the room.

The castle was filled with shouts of murder, and Gianna saw me rushing out of Egwene's room, glaring at me and running downstairs. But suddenly two men ran out of the room on one side, they were not covered with their faces, but their clothes showed that they were assassins as long as they were not blind.

The two men pounced on me, pulled out their muskets and knocked one down, and the other came in front of me, and I dodged his weapon on one side, and I raised my hand and poked him in the throat, and as soon as he looked down, the hammer poked him in the chin, and he staggered back and pulled his hand again, and poked him in the face again. As soon as he raised his head, I lifted the hammer and I lifted it.

"I'll you!" A blow slammed into his head, and he fell to the ground.

At this time, five more people rushed out of the next few rooms, and before I could raise my gun, a cold wind blew, and I heard a "bang", and a cloud of ice slag exploded from them. Several people were blown away, and when they fell to the ground, their bodies were already frozen.

I looked back, and Egwene walked up to me, and I raised my gun and fired two shots in her back, sending both Assassins to the ground.

"Who are these people?" Egwene exclaimed.

"How do I know!" I slipped my musket into my holster and returned to the house.

At this time, both inside and outside the castle were already full of shouts and roars, and many people listened to the sounds. It felt too late to get dressed now, and I rushed out after two more muskets.

When I went down to the second floor, the hallway was already full of blood, but I was shocked that there were humans, orcs, and minotaurs!

They were dressed in the same color, all without masks. Many of the guards in the castle were hacked to death by them, but no one rushed up from the first floor to support. Valilla dodged through the crowd, her petite stature and her agility. The dagger in her hand that glowed green was bound to bloom with a flower of blood.

Varian wasn't there, but I saw a bunch of people gathered in the doorway of a room, and they tried to rush in but the people outside the door kept being blocked by the people inside.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang downstairs, it was an explosion! The explosion shook the hallway.

I didn't care if there were any of those people or not, and I raised my hand and shot at the crowd at the door.

In an instant, the three of them collapsed on the ground, and the splash of blood splashed the faces of the people next to them. They also knew that there was someone behind them, and immediately someone looked at me, and when I saw an ogre, I didn't react.

How can there still be ogres? Am I dreaming?

When some of our soldiers were cut down by the Assassins, some of them lunged at me, and Egwene raised his hand to cast a spell, and a ball of fire flew towards one of the guys, who couldn't dodge the flames and ignited his body in an instant, but that didn't stop the others from charging at me.

The roar coming from downstairs was unusual, it was clearly the roar of an orc. I don't know where Sal lives, but they're trying to kill us?

But on second thought, what about those humans?

There is no time to think more, now there is only the ability to cut down the enemies that rush up and more.

When I fought the orcs face to face again, I suddenly had some hallucinations, this scene is so familiar!

I didn't leave Egwene's side, and a mage like Egwene would suffer a lot in hand-to-hand combat, even though her face was still so young.

A man fell from the stairs, and when I looked up, it was Varian!

"Why are you there!" I shouted at him, but instead of answering me, he turned back to parry the enemy who pounced on him.

Where did this come from!

"Follow me!" I turned to Egwen, shouted to Egwen, and rushed upstairs.

But when I rushed upstairs, it wasn't a human, but a group of orcs! One of the female orcs stunned me, I recognized her!

She's not dead yet!

Varian was not wearing armor, his clothes were covered in blood, and his hair was covered in blood. Anduin, next to him, held a small sword in his trembling hand.

I rushed straight to my body, and in front of Anduin at once, raised my hammer to hold an orc-cut axe.

Words are not needed at this time, no matter how many words are superfluous, cutting down the enemy is the most real.

The orc swooped down on Varian, and I picked Anduin up. Egwene came up at this point, and I threw Anduin at her.

Varian raised her sword and slashed at the orc, who was so nimble that she rolled to Varian's side, the dagger in her hand slashing at Varian's calf. As soon as Varian lifted his leg, his body unconsciously leaned to the side, and he lost his balance.

The orc bounced off the ground and pounced on Varian as he lost his balance. Just then, the other two orcs lunged on Varian at the same time.

Varian was knocked down by the orc, and I rushed forward, but instead of the orc riding on Varian, the hammer in my hand smashed into the orc who was riding on Varian, but at the orc who raised his axe and was about to smash it into Varian's head.

Fighting is to compete with whoever is faster, whether it is a reaction or a shot, the faster wins. And this time I won, and before he could drop the axe, my hammer was slammed into his face.

This time it was a flat slash, for the simple reason that even if he didn't hit it, he could stop the hammer he was about to fall. And just as his axe was about to fall, the hammer smashed into his face.

The feeling of a hammer hitting your face is more enjoyable than smashing your head. Especially when it hits the door and near the nose, the feeling of devastating is very obsessive. If it weren't for the amplitude and range of the head's swing back and forth, the head would tilt back after being hit, which would greatly enhance the opponent's confidence to continue attacking.

It's true! It's like knocking a ball off the air or smashing a pumpkin, and in that instant you feel a tremendous and inexhaustible force in your arm.

The orc fell straight to the ground, his facial bones shattered.

The other orc was about to wait for his companion to finish smashing him, but his companion fell to the ground on his back, and he was stunned, and I raised my musket and shot him in the face.

When the bullet entered the head, there was not much wound, but when the bullet passed through the other side of the head, it flew out with white flowers and red blood.

In a blink of an eye, I saw Varian struggling on the ground, the female orc on his body was about the same size as him, but the strength of this female orc seemed to be no less than Varian, and the female orc roared like a dog, like a mad dog riding on Varian and writhing wildly, Varian had already taken off the long sword in his hand at this time, and he could only desperately parry the fist of the female orc in his face with both hands.

I wanted to raise the hammer and kill her, but suddenly I changed my mind. So I kicked her hard in the left flank.

Kick and break the opponent's ribs, you know.

It's true!

The other person's body will tell you.