In the mouth of Duvel the Slayer, Celestine is simply the light of the Holy Light, when she spreads her wings of light (the wrath of revenge), her whole body blooms with golden light, and the Forsaken dare not approach her at all, and the commanders of the Polluter Legion targeted by Celestein, including Duville the Slayer, have all tasted the taste of burning all over their bodies.

"If it weren't for Deeds Snowban's retreat when he found out that the situation was not good, then I probably wouldn't have had a chance to talk to you today."

Duville the Slayer added, "Deeds Snowband is the priest of our Polluter Legion, able to resurrect his colleagues."

Michaela nodded in response, reflecting on Celestine's performance at Stone Fortress.

As far as memory can tell, Celestine did show bravery, defeating the Blackstone Orc Overseers in heads-up......

Wait, Overseer?

Torina took the opportunity to complain, "Michaela, now you're an Overseer, too."

Straight to the point.

After a day's rest, the Horde reinforcements had recovered from the fatigue of the journey, and it was time to attack, and the Alliance was informed of the arrival of the Horde army.

In a room in the blacksmith's stronghold, High Commander Halver Wimbane was talking to a shadow in a corner.

"We have received information that reinforcements from the Horde have arrived in the Arathi Basin, please prepare for your defenses." Shadow said in a peculiar deep voice.

This sound is obviously processed, and it is not at all capable of being produced by the voice of a living person.

"The tribe came so fast."

Halver Wimbane frowned and asked into the shadows, "By the way, do you MI7 people like to hide your heads and tails so much?"

That's right, hiding in the shadows

Man, none other than MI7 agent, who is responsible for providing intelligence to Halver-Wimbane.

The shadow said, "Your Excellency, please respect our work."

"Okay."

Halver-Wimbane shrugged, MI7 was an expert in the shadows, and they didn't want to show up.

"That's right."

Halver-Wimbane asked, "Do you know who the tribal commander is? Is it an orc?"

Shadow said, "This is not known at this time, but according to unreliable sources, it seems that the commander appointed by the tribe is not an orc."

"Not an orc!"

Halver-Wimbane's brow jumped, but he immediately calmed down and instructed the shadows, "I see, you get the identity of the tribal commander as soon as possible, go ahead."

"Yes." The shadows left in silence.

"Aren't the tribal commanders orcs?"

Halver-Wimbane's eyes narrowed, and he began to mutter, "Could it be the High Elf from the last time he came to Stormwind? He's an insider, if that's him......

"No! It's not going to be that simple."

"Humans don't believe in orcs, and orcs don't trust humans either, and even if we make a deal with each other, we will never be soft when it's time to fight."

Having finished thinking about it, Halver-Wimbane immediately walked out of the room and ordered his men to strengthen the defenses of the various strongholds against a possible counterattack by the Horde.

However, Halver-Wimbane waited a whole day until the sun went down and the alleged tribal reinforcements did not appear.

How is this possible?

The army of the tribe has traveled thousands of miles to the Arathi Basin, is it here to travel?

"What time is it?"

sit

Halver Wimbane, who was in the office, asked his men beside him.

The subordinate magically confirmed the time and replied, "Report to the Commander, it's 8:45 p.m., and it's fifteen minutes until 9 p.m."

It's going to be nine o'clock in the evening.

Halver Wimbane knew that the Polluter Legion's battle mode was 996, and they would only fight until nine o'clock in the evening. Although the tribal reinforcements do not have the battle mode of 996, when the time exceeds nine o'clock in the evening, the local

of the Polluter Legion will not support the Horde army in battle.

Could it be that we are safe for the time being?

As an experienced commander, Halver-Wimbane would not let his guard down easily, and had always ordered the various strongholds to be on guard.

His orders are very correct, but there are limits to man.

As the clock ticked to two o'clock in the morning, irresistible fatigue crept overhead, and even Halver Wimbane himself couldn't help but close his eyes.

At the same time, farm strongholds.

Because of her previous efforts to kill the tribe, Celestine has become the leader of the farm stronghold, and she is still sticking to her post, staring at the polluter base in the southeast.

It's just that there has been no movement there.

"Celestein, I'm changing shifts."

Celestine turned her head at the sound of the voice, saw the visitor through the light of the fire in the stronghold, and said her name, "Everene, you are here."

After saying that, Celestine couldn't help but yawn.

"Look at you."

Evelene, who stepped forward, said to Celestein, "Go and rest, besides, it's so dark, what can you see as a human?"

Evelene as the Night Element

Spirit, her pupils have long been accustomed to the darkness, so she can see objects clearly in the dark, but Celestine is human, and she can only see the small area around the stronghold with the help of the firelight in the stronghold, and she can't see anything further away.

"The moon won't help today."

Celestine looked up at the sky, and the crescent moon was shrouded in dark clouds and there was no light at all. In this regard, the female paladin did not forget to tease the night elf in front of her:

"Evelene, don't you believe in Elune, the god of the moon, why don't you ask your moon god to help the moon break away from the clouds and light up the night sky?"

"Come on, Celestein, get some rest."

Evereni patted her friend on the shoulder, "I'm a Stalker, not a Sacrifice of the Moon, and I don't have the ability to communicate with the Moon God."

"Okay."

Celestine snorted again, she was really sleepy.

But just as Evelyne had just started to sentry and Celestine had not yet stepped down from the sentry, Evelene suddenly shouted:

"Wait!"

"What's going on?"

Celestine immediately rushed back to the sentry and saw Evereni pointing in the direction of the Polluter's base, and she immediately followed suit.

However, with human eyesight, Celestine saw nothing.

Everene also seemed to realize that Celestine, as a human, could not see in the darkness, and she simply explained, "I noticed that there were many blurry figures leaving the polluter base in a neat manner."

Could it be an enemy attack?

Before Celestine could make a decision, Evelene spoke again, "They're moving faster, Celestein, what are we going to do?"

"Organize defense!"

Celestine said as he rushed down the sentry

"Whether it's a tribal army counterattack or not, we must hold the farm!"

At the same time, inside the polluter base, Michaela, who saw the first batch of troops leave the base, is organizing the second echelon, preparing to take advantage of the night to attack the farm stronghold in turn and open up external channels.

Night raids have always been a common method in warfare, and Michaela plans to take the farm in one fell swoop through night raids.

However, Malenia was very dissatisfied with this: "Brother, why did you let the warriors of the tribe composed of adventurers be the vanguard, instead of the regular army of the tribe?"

Wait, Malenia is there too?

Torina jumped out and explained, "Actually, Marlenia has been following Michaela all along, but Marlenia's official identity is Michaela's entourage, so she can't participate in the high-level meeting of the frontline commander."

"As for Maleia's displeasure, it's easy to explain, who let Glade Steelaxe and his squad all participate in the Battle of Arathi, and they are adventurers, that is, recruited tribal warriors, rightfully so

Along with other warriors, he became a pioneer."

At this point, Torina paused, adding, "In addition, the younger brother of Glade Steelaxe, the rescued Graka Stoneaxe, also joined the war with his team, and became a pioneer with his brother."

Okay, back to the point.

In the face of her sister's questioning, Michaela said calmly, "Malenia, as a commander, I can't be influenced by personal feelings, I'm here to win, not to use power to do some dirty work."

Obviously, this argument is unlikely to convince Maleia. Michaela doesn't care about this either, because

The second echelon of the Orc Regulars is ready!

"Charge me!"

Michaela took out her chocobo mount and rushed out of the base first, followed by the second echelon of orc warriors.

Malenia looked at her brother's distant back, then at her right prosthetic, and immediately followed without hesitation.

Torina jumped out again to explain, this time about the terrain.

The road leading to the farm from the polluter's base is like a bell mouth, the exit of the base is narrow, and the exit is wide, so the army cannot be dispatched in one go, and must be attacked in batches and echelons.

For example, the first echelon arranged by Michaela is composed of 400 warriors, and the second echelon is increased to 1,000 people, followed by a reserve team to deal with the reinforcements of the alliance side.

What?

Legion of the Polluters?

Of course these 996 guys are resting, do you expect them to help out during non-combat hours?

On the front line, Graca-Stone Axe, who had already touched the area around the stronghold, grinned at his brother Glade-Steel Axe on the right, and said, "Brother, how long have we not fought side by side?"

Glade-Steelaxe grinned as well, and said, "Come on, brother, for the sake of the tribe."

"For the Tribe!"

With a snap, Graka and Glade got up together and rushed to the farm stronghold with the tribal warriors behind them.

The so-called stronghold is not a castle fortress, there is no solid city wall, only a wooden fence more than three meters high, and inside is a three-story stronghold building, which is of little use if you want to rely on this little fortification to hold on.

So when the Horde warriors entered the firelight of the farm stronghold

At the same time as the domain charged, the gate of the stronghold opened, and Celestine took the lead and led the Alliance warriors to kill them.

"For the Alliance!"

The two waves of people soon collided like waves in different directions.

"Not the Forsaken, it's an orc!"

As soon as the battle began, Celestine found that the opponent in front of him had changed, no longer the skeleton frame that had been burned by his own holy light, but a strong green-skinned orc.

But it doesn't matter, since I was summoned by the Light, even the mighty Orc Overseers have been slain by me.

"Cato, Titus!"

Celestine is an adventurer, not a military strategist, and the only tactic she learns is that Michaela teaches her dueling and decapitation, so at the beginning of the battle, she immediately calls her teammates to clear the way for her, Celestine wants to cut through the enemy line and kill the general as in the past, and she can do it.

"I, Cato-Sicarius, will grant you death!"

As Selestin's comrade-in-arms, Cato Sicarius wielded his sword as always, but this time he met his opponent!

"Phew!"

The sword and the tomahawk collided together, and the piercing sound of gold and iron clashing resounded through the sky.

Glade Steel Axe looked at the human in front of him and said:

"Finally a decent opponent!"

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