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"Hurry up,, hurry up!"

Danas jerked the reins. His horse neighed in protest, and even foamed at the mouth of his warhorse, but he complied with his master's wishes.

Danas didn't hear the sound of the horses' hoofs coming into contact with the hard ground. Echoing in his ears was the sound of crude weapons intersecting, the wild roars and cries of the orcs, and the wails of his soldiers as they fell.

At that moment, the darkness suddenly receded, and the orcs who awaited them led Danas and his soldiers into this trap and attacked them by surprise. They had no time to devise tactics, so they had to go into battle without the slightest preparation. While that wave of green frenzy was coming at them3, many were slaughtered without even having a chance to wield their weapons.

Danas closed his eyes, but his mind still haunted the sight of their falls, horses and warriors, all dying in the brutal and savage slaughter. He had seen Farrow being knocked off his mount by a giant orc, and he was about to shout out to warn him. Danas didn't see Farrow die, but he heard Farrow's screams of pain, and he was sure he would never forget that voice for the rest of his life. Faro's heart was filled with a thirst for battle and glory, and the young child once wanted to kill an orc with his own hands, but he didn't even have a chance to wield his own weapon.

≮ That moment. Danas had a thought in his mind that disgusted him. They lost.

His soldiers also realized this. And they know what to do.

"Sir, go back to the watchtower!" While confronting a tall orc armed with a sledgehammer, Vane was still urging Danas. "Tell them what's going on here! We'll cover you!"

The other soldiers agreed in unison. Danas hesitated, he didn't know what he should do. Stay here and fight alongside them; Or run back in the hope of saving them?

"Go!" Vane turned his head to his commander and shouted loudly. "For the sake of Lothar—"

Because of this momentary distraction, the orc swung his hammer and delivered a fatal blow. Before seeing Vane fall, Danas turned his steed in a different direction. Kicked his mount with a spur and yelled at it like crazy. The horse galloped away, carrying him out of the bloody land and toward the Watchtower. He left Farrow, Vane, and the rest of the soldiers. It was he who brought everyone to death.

Danas bit his lip tightly, blood streaming from the corners of his mouth. Anyway, they were right, someone had to warn the Watchtower, and his prestige would guarantee that someone would listen to him. Meantime. Danas's combat experience and leadership skills are also indispensable.

But. In the name of the Light, Danas had not done anything in his life, and it was harder to decide than to abandon his soldiers. He cursed softly, shook his head to distract himself from his thoughts, and shouted at the horse again.

≮ In this lifeless land, the road is winding, and red dust flies behind the horse's hooves. Danas looked up at the massive stone walls of the Watch Fortress. The guards standing guard on the ramparts saw him, and some pointed to Danas, warning others of his arrival.

"Open the door!" Danas shouted as hard as he could, raising his shield so the guards could see the Union emblem on it. "Open the door!"

The heavy iron wooden door slowly opened. Danas didn't slow down, and went straight through the gap. Then, he slipped off his horse, gasping for breath, and asked the nearest soldier, "Who's responsible?" ...

"May I ask your surname, and what is the matter with you?"

"I don't have time to do this with you. Danas shouted, grabbing the collar of the soldier's breastplate and pulling him closer. "Who's responsible?"

"I am. An answer came from behind him. Danas let go of the soldier and turned to see a man with broad shoulders. He wears a purple robe, signifying his identity as a mage of Dalaran. He had long white hair and a matching white beard, but his eyes looked young and alert compared to his wrinkled face.

"Danas, Tolbairn, huh?" The mage asked. "I thought you were with Tulayan. ”

Danas nodded, affirming Khadgar's statement while also greeting him. He inhaled and said, "Close the gates and get the soldiers ready to fight!"

Khadgar's eyes widened, but he didn't argue about anything. He made a gesture, and the soldiers hurried to follow his silent command. The gate was shut, and some went to lure away Danas's poor mount, while others handed Danas a hydration bag.

"Tulayan sent me here with half of the soldiers of Stormwind. Danas gulped down the bag of warm water and nodded in thanks to the man who brought it. "When we heard from him, we set off. He said he would arrive with the others later. He shook his head and wiped his mouth. "We were too late. The orcs have rebuilt the Dark Gate, and there they await us. My children...... They had no hope of winning at all. ”

Khadgar nodded, his eyes so melancholy. "I'm sorry for their deaths. But your warning gives us enough time to prepare for battle. If the Horde plans to invade Azeroth again, they'll have to get past us first. The Watchtower was built for this purpose, and they would never take it lightly. ”

"How do you defend it?" It was clear that Danas had recovered, and he was looking around. "It seems that there aren't many soldiers here, and I don't see trebuchets or any other siege weapons on the outer walls. ”

Khadgar agreed, "It's true that we don't have too many soldiers. But that doesn't mean we don't have resistance, or weapons. Just wait and see. ”

"I think I will. Danas grinned. "And I'll wait here for the orcs when they come. With that, Khadgar looked up at the stairs leading to the second floor, thoughtful.

An hour later, the orcs came—

They filled the road like water flowing through a narrow waterway, pushing each other and trying to reach the castle in front of them as soon as possible. Danas and Khadgar stood higher on the wall, looking down at the scene below.

", there are at least a few hundred orcs. Danas whispered, watching as the tribe almost completely occupied the plain in front of the castle, and marched forward with weapons in hand. In the previous battle, he had not kept a good eye on the number of tribes.

"Yes. Khadgar said, the old-hearted ** teacher doesn't seem to care very much. "Not as much as in the Second War, though. Either they lost too many orcs in those battles, or it was just a part of the orc tribe. He shrugged. "It doesn't matter. Whatever they want, we'll give them some color. Don't you want to know about our city defenses? ”

He pointed around, and Danas saw all sorts of points of light on the walls. Many men and women stood there, dressed in purple robes similar to those of Khadgar. The master nodded to them, and the other mages raised their hands in unison. Danas felt his hair stand on end, and heard a faint buzzing sound. Then, lightning slashed through the air in a curve, striking the first wave of orcs and scattering many of the orcs behind them.

"It's good, it's powerful. Danas admitted, the sound of lightning still echoing in his ears. "But how many times can they do this?"

Khadgar smiled, "I guess we'll find out soon." ”

Tulayan leaned over his horse, trying to make it run as fast as it could. Although he knew the idea of waiting for the rangers of Arelia to come to his aid, there was always something in his mind telling him that it might be too late by the time the rangers arrived—what had already happened at the Watchtower. He didn't know if it was a soldier's instinct or if it was his own insecurity. In any case, the paladin, who was usually kind to the beast, was now constantly kicking the horse under his crotch. (To be continued......)

Chapter 236: Hold Your Ground.

Chapter 236 Hold Your Ground: