Darkness is always the best breeding ground for secrets, and in the silent night, there are always stories of one kind or another brewing and developing, many of them are unknown, but you must know that if a cruel war is about to begin, then in fact, it means that the victims have appeared.

Rewind two hours ago, when the combined forces of orcs and trolls were attacking the empty camp of Quel'Thalas.

"Ahem... Ahem"

In the dark night of the Hillsbrad hills, a figure made rapid progress across the earth.

He lay on the bloody Queldore warhorse, his left hand on his abdomen, where there was a hideous wound cut by a tomahawk, his right hand clutched the horse's reins, and with the horse's speed, between the wounds, drops of warm blood flowed from his fingertips.

In the darkness, his face was pale, and in the cold night rain, his eyes danced with a piece of unwillingness and pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

In the midst of the madness, the knight, who was on his horse, saw in the distance a small castle standing behind a not very wide moat, which was his destination.

"Bang"

When the horse approached the moat, the rider could no longer support it, his body tilted for a moment, turned over and fell to the ground, in the dust, the blood flowed from between the fingers, and this sound also attracted the attention of the human soldiers stationed in the castle, at this special moment when the great war was about to start, even the castle in the heart of the kingdom of Alterant, entered the most rigorous defense.

"Hey! Who are you! ”

Two soldiers in shabby leather armor with spears and swords at their waists stepped forward with torches, and the older one bent down to see the face of the man lying on the ground, only to be grabbed by the men on the ground as soon as he bent down.

That strength didn't look like a dying man at all.

"Lord! I'm going to... I want to see your commander... Fast! ”

"Ahh It's an elf! ”

The old soldier was startled, but in the flickering of the firelight, he quickly saw the characteristic sharp ears of the figure lying on the ground, and he hurriedly helped it up.

The elves have a camp near Dunhold Castle, which is well known to everyone in the neighborhood, and these elves are not as proud and cold as the legend says, in fact, they often share their prey with the surrounding civilians, and occasionally exchange some souvenirs, so they are famous in this area.

Unfortunately, though, the elves seem to hate the human nobility, and the owner of this humble castle, the minor nobleman of the kingdom of Alterac, the lord of the nearby land, Captain Blackmore, doesn't like these elves who always get into trouble.

Seeing the scars on the elf's body and his bloody posture, the veteran who had experienced some small wars immediately felt the seriousness of the problem, and he stuffed the torch in his hand to the curious looking elf recruit, and said to him in a deep voice:

"Look at him here! I'm going to inform the captain... By the way, give him some water, and then go to the Chaldean priest to treat him, and don't let the captain die before he sees him. ”

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It was very irritating to be woken up in the middle of the night, both for commoners and nobles, but given that it was a time of quasi-war, even though Captain Blackmore had a nameless fire in his heart, he could not publicly reprimand the responsible scout soldiers.

Ten minutes later, Captain Blackmore, dressed in sturdy red armor and followed by several lieutenants, summoned the elven captain who had come to ask for help in the castle's humble reception room.

That is, Roglio, who has just recovered from his near-death state. Sun Fury.

He was carried up by two soldiers, for his wounds were so severe, and he was accompanied by a young priest in a white robe with an old scroll of scripture in his hand, Mr. Chaldean, the priest of Dunholk Castle, who was young, but who had studied with Mr. Tulayan, a very famous high priest in Lordaeron, who had a good temper and great healing skills, and who was very popular with soldiers and subordinate commanders in this castle.

Of course, the supreme commander here, Captain Blackmore, who had the title of minor nobleman, had his own personal priest, and the nobles disdained to huddle with the commoners to be treated by the priest, which was a symbol of their status.

"Ahem, so, elf, what the hell did you want to say when you broke into my castle in the middle of the night?"

The human captain stroked his well-groomed beard, and in the light of the bright magic lamp lit in the living room, he looked at the elf lying on the stretcher in front of him with an indifferent gaze, although his expression was very distant, but in the depths of his brown eyes, there was a hidden pleasure.

As a minor lord who ruled the land, he had endured these elves who never obeyed his orders, or even disdained his authority.

Seeing them tortured was enough to dispel the depression of being awakened at night.

In the face of Captain Blackmore's inquiry, Roglio stood up and said with difficulty:

"Orcs! The orcs have attacked us, and there are many of them, and they are very close to your castle... Commander of the race, please save our compatriots..."

"What? Orcs? In the Hillsbrad Hills?! ”

This unexpected news made the captain, who was in a good mood, immediately clench his fists, as the little lord of the Alterac Kingdom, although it is not worth mentioning in front of the big nobles, he also has his own news channels, and 5 years ago, within his territory, he also saw an internal fight between orcs, that kind of murderous scene, which makes this little lord a little scared when he thinks about it now.

And several lieutenants behind him also began to whisper when they heard the news, and apparently, they were also nervous.

Captain Blackmore stared at Roglio's face, trying to discern something from his expression, and after a few seconds, he exclaimed:

"Tell me everything you know!"

"20 minutes... Before, orcs and trolls, Amani trolls... They united, infiltrated from the direction of Arathi, and attacked us in the night, many of them, at least... A minimum of 120 people! ”

Roglio endured the tearing pain coming from his abdomen, and he said with difficulty:

"They're heavily armed and hunting down the fugitive rangers... Soon, soon they will be close to here ... I am... I'm here to warn..."

Roglio is a real old ranger, if he wasn't born a civilian, he would have become a commander like Tyrion, he is 450 years old this year, he has been through a lot of wars, he has seen a lot of people, the distrust and malice in Blackmore's eyes can't hide from him, this ranger simply exaggerates the truth a little, he and his brothers need support from Dunholk Castle!

Although he himself knew that even if he poured out the poor hundreds of human infantry and a few knights in this castle, it would be almost impossible to repel the orcs in the night, but if they were willing to support, the camp would at least last until Captain Tyrion returned, and when the time came, the two sides would be united, and there was a great hope of victory!

Ten thousand steps back, as long as Second Lieutenant Blackmore is willing to send troops, this distance from the camp is less than 30 minutes, it will also make the night raiders feel the pressure, which can also reduce the pressure in the camp.

"Ensign Draco!"

Blackmore thought for more than ten seconds, he slapped the table and shouted, "You take the scout team to that camp to scout as fast as possible!" ”

"Yes!"

A tall, muscular, bald-headed commander in blue infantry armor replied loudly and walked out.

Captain Blackmore's actions made Roglio seem to see hope at this moment, and he forced himself up and said sincerely:

"Thank you for your help, Captain, you will receive the sincerest friendship from the Travelers of Quel'Thalas..."

"Yes, I'd love to help the elves."

Blackmore smiled and nodded, his eyes narrowed, and then he changed his words: "But for the sake of my soldiers, I must wait until the scouts send back the exact news before I can act..."

Roglio's expression froze on his face, at the speed of a human scout, this back and forth, at least 40 minutes...

"We won't last that long, and there is still a prisoner in the camp who is very important to the war situation in the northern Xinjiang! Captain! Once the camp is lost and the prisoner escapes, the orcs and trolls will unite completely, which will break the situation in the north! This responsibility! You can't afford it!! ”

The Elven Ranger was completely enraged by this irresponsible behavior of the human captain, and he felt that he had been fooled, but the next moment, Blackmore also slapped the table and shouted:

"If your camp has such an important mission, you should have told me when you first came here, not when you were under attack and were about to be wiped out! I'm a strategically important place in Alterac, and I'm on a strategic mission from King Perinord, especially when it comes to orcs, so I have to be careful! ”

He interrupted Roglio's threat, his eyes rolling and his fingers moving slightly.

"Our elven guest is tired, let him have a good rest."

In the face of the captain's strong words, the elf ranger was angry and shouted loudly:

"The reason why we are stationed here has long been communicated to your king, and if you don't know, it only proves that your king doesn't trust you... Bang"

Another lieutenant guarding the doorway immediately stepped forward and slammed a rough fist into the back of Roglio's head, and the badly injured elven ranger fainted as soon as he rolled his eyes before he could finish his sentence.

"What is this doing? He is not our enemy! ”

The young Chaldean priest subconsciously screamed when he saw this, but the next moment, he was pinned down by several of the captain's guards, the human captain stroked his beard, he squinted at Roglio on the ground, and finally, a flash of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Lieutenant Scarlock, take our elven friend down to rest, he looks tired, tell him to take care of his health, the climate of the hills of Hillsbrad is not very suitable for these fellows who have come from afar..."

The word "care" accentuated the word "care", representing some vicious thought of the captain, and the lieutenant in the white armor paused for a moment, then he reached out and grabbed Roglio's body, slung it on his shoulder, and walked into the night without looking back.

"As for you, Chaldean priest."

Captain Blackmore's gaze fell on the young priest who was being held down by the soldiers, he looked at the good-natured priest, he slowly picked up the command knife in his hand, he stood up, and motioned for the soldiers to let go of the priest.

He stepped forward, reached out and patted the non-existent dust from his robe on behalf of the Chaldean priest, and he lowered his voice and said:

"Poor Mr. Roglio is in your care, you are the best priest in Tunhold Castle, and he is my honored guest, representing the friendship between the kingdom of Alterac and the elves of Quel'Thalas, and if anything goes wrong with him, this responsibility... It's up to you, got it? ”

The young priest had not experienced the filthy struggles of the nobles, but he had heard at least some of the castle commander's sinister qualities, especially when he shuddered every day when he was seen with a long whip mercilessly lashing out at the alien gladiators who were locked up in the dungeons.

He was just an ordinary young man from the kingdom of Lordaeron, who had been summoned by the Light to do his part for the kingdom of men, he never thought that he would encounter such a thing, and when he returned to his chapel in despair, he saw the ranger lying on the cold floor of the church, motionless in the darkness.

"Rog... Mr. Roglio, you... You okay? ”

No one answered, everything was quiet and hairy.

The Chaldean priest clutched his rosary in his hand, he did not dare to step into the shadow that seemed to swallow everything, but at last, he came to the side of the Ranger Captain, he stretched out his hand, and touched the neck of Roglio tremblingly, on the cold skin, the weak pulse had completely stopped, and the fearless ranger who had come to call for help did not know when, lost his breath.

"Smack"

The Chaldean priest fell to the ground trembling all over, his hands and feet trying to get farther away from the corpse in front of him, as if to get away from the source of his nightmare, and he curled up in the corner of the chapel like a child afraid of the darkness.

He silently recited the scriptures of the holy light in his mouth, as if he wanted to force himself to forget everything tonight in this way, but against the backdrop of the corpse in front of him, the sacred scriptures could no longer give him the power to resist the darkness.

In this dark night, one life and one death, and the cold darkness will eventually engulf two people completely...