In the dimly lit basement of the Tavern by the Lakeside, the former hero of B-Company, Kishan, turned into a drunkard, ignoring the hard persuasions of the mayor and Major Danvers, he had had enough of the war, and he had been heartbroken by the indifference of the people.

"Don't drink it! Don't drink any more of it, you chop! ”

"Bang"

The angry Major stepped forward, snatched the bottle from Kishan's hand, and slammed it on the ground, the smell of inferior ale immediately filled the bad place, and Kishann just glanced at Danvers, and with some impatience put the coin in his pocket, he picked up a worn-out red headband, and stood up to leave.

"Don't make me beat you, Danfoss, get out! Don't bother me again. ”

"You're not like this, you shouldn't be like this! Kishan, you weren't like that when you took us to the orc positions on the Burning Plains, everyone misses you, bastard! ”

The Major grabbed Kishan's arm and shouted:

"Me and Menathan, Carracker come to Lakeside every year to honor you, bastard, there's no bones of you in that cemetery, but we think a hero is buried there, look at you now, look at what you are now, are you worthy of us? Are you worthy of your brothers who died on the Burning Plains? Company B was disbanded! Because we don't want someone else to lead us! Bastard, you're our head! ”

"I'm not!"

Keshan shook Danvers' hand away, he took a step back, looked at his past comrades, and said mockingly:

"Look at me now, I'm dressed like a rat sleeping in the sewers! What did the war give me? I've killed more orcs than those bastards have ever seen, but what did they do to me? Tell me, Danfoss, do you think I should put up with all this? ”

"On the battlefield of the Burning Plains, I managed 50 people, drove tanks, rode horses, drank the best rum, and was responsible for more than 100,000 gold in weapons and equipment, but when I struggled to escape from that hell, I couldn't even find a job to support my family! They called me a coward, and the people I swore to protect spat at me! Am I a coward? Danfoss, am I a coward? ”

"You're not!"

The major said with difficulty:

"Everyone who has heard the story of blian knows that you are not a coward, and I know that group of people broke your heart, but now is not the time to say this, the undead are coming! Kishan, a more terrible enemy than the orcs is coming, Nelson is dead, the old man who taught you to draw a bow and shoot arrows with his own hands is dead, his body has been chopped to pieces by the death knights, and we need you. ”

Danfoss clenched his fists:

"Forget all the fools who mocked you, if you don't stand up and fight, those undead will turn the place where you and I were born and raised into hell, it's time for you to go back to the battlefield! Bastard, I know you've had a hard time in the past few years, you're tired and miserable, but that doesn't mean that life is smooth sailing for each of us! ”

"Heh, whatever you want."

Kishan continued to walk out, but his fists were already clenched, and behind him, the major took a deep breath and shouted at him:

"You know what? You weren't bad back then, at least you still had a soul back then... I'll give you one last chance, the brother who was born and died with you is about to step into the battlefield, maybe this is the last time we meet, are you leaving? Abandon us? Abandon those brothers who have always trusted you and are willing to block knives for you? ”

"I..."

Kishan stood at the entrance to the basement, his voice hoarse:

"I need a reason to stay, can you give it to me?"

"Reason? I'll give you reasons! ”

The major slammed his left fist on the breastplate with a low thud, and he looked at Kishan, and he said in a deep voice:

"Veteran!"

Kishan slowly turned his head and looked at his comrade-in-arms back then, he also clenched his left fist and put it on his chest:

"Always loyal!"

"Well, B Lian's slogan back then, it seems that you haven't forgotten it."

Mayor Solomon, who was watching all this, smiled:

"So, soldier John J. Kishahn, are you going back to the battlefield?"

Glancing at the old mayor, Kishan whispered as he fastened the worn red headband in his hand to his forehead:

"I'm not here to protect the scum who broke my heart, I'm just fulfilling the oath I took when I joined the army, that's all, and this is the last time, after this, I have nothing to do with you anymore, now I need my warbow, my tactical dagger, and a great meal to bring me back to life... Finally, Danfoss! ”

"Yes!"

The major subconsciously stood up straight, like a soldier receiving orders.

"I remember that the stone fort still stored the steam tanks of the orcs... General Gore may have forgotten about me, but it doesn't matter, I need two steam tanks, that's all. ”

"Uh, I just heard someone say they want a big meal..."

The last guy to be ignored, the big guy who was stunned by Kishan's beating, shook his head and got up, and he looked at Kishan:

"Would you like to treat me to a big meal?"

"Hey, Earl."

It was as if a reborn Kishann walked up to the knocked out fighter and held out his hand to him:

"I remember the last time you said that you admired the heroes of Company B, and you once wanted to be a soldier but were brushed off by a stupid recruiter because of a tattoo? Never mind... Now, Private Count, would you like to go into battle with me? ”

"Your fists are heavy, bastard."

The tall boxer, nicknamed "The Great Earl", was pulled up by Kishan, who patted the dust off his body and looked at the veteran in front of him:

"You're better than me, so I'm willing to follow you, boss... But now I'm hungry. ”

"Whoosh"

Kishan whistled and looked back at the mayor:

"So a big meal, for two! You pay for it, Mayor Townsman. ”

"So, that bastard from Kishahn is back? When we need him most? ”

General Gore, who was ready to go in the stone fort, rode on his war horse, looked at the letter from the messenger, and wrote his name on the battle order with a frown:

"I gave him the tank he wanted, I still remember when I was fighting orcs, this madman didn't know anything but killed orcs... I hope he's just as strong as he is now when he kills the undead. ”

"Major Menason, Karakel, and Captain Jorgensen, you used to be a subordinate of Kishan, and now, I will transfer you back to his command and give you 2,500 men!"

The general looked at the mages, warriors and paladins in front of him, he touched his beard and said in a deep voice:

"The front line of the Molten Trail is handed over to you, and I will take the rest of the soldiers to set up a defensive line in Lakeside Town... Don't let me down, heroes of Company B! ”

"Yes!"

The three commanders glanced at each other, and after the general and his soldiers left the stone fort, two steam tanks filled with fuel and loaded with bullets and shells rumbled out of the stone fort warehouse.

These steel chariots were the weapons that the dwarves of Ironforge supported the humans during the Second Orc War, of course, except for the veterans, the recruits couldn't play this kind of big treasure that required a certain skill to operate.

By the time the steam tanks rumbled to the molten trail where Red Ridge Mountain and the Burning Plains met, the war had already begun.

The boundless black undead, led by the Death Knights, surged from the barren land of the Burning Plains towards the Red Ridge Mountain like an unstoppable black tide, and the narrow molten path had been tightly stacked by the undead infantry.

On the other side of the path, on the human position, the shirtless Kishann wildly commanded the soldiers to outflank the left and right, while he himself held a blue steel war bow, like the most cold-blooded and sophisticated war weapon, and with every shot, a junior knight would be knocked off his horse.

Arrowheads soaked in holy water are extremely lethal to the necromancer, and while not enough to kill the lower knights, they can make them feel pain, and the necromancers commanded by the lower knights will also be disturbed by it.

In the melee between the living and the dead, the soldiers in the front row, according to Kishan's request, did not attack, but held oversized shields, formed a tortoise formation in front of the battle line, and blocked those necromantic infantry from the position, while in the rear, the soldiers with muskets fired wildly, they did not have Kishan's superb marksmanship, but the continuous muskets rang out one after another, coupled with the engineering grenades that were thrown from time to time, could always blow down those fragile undead infantry.

Like a boulder before the tide, no matter how strong the black tide is, at least until the explosive strategic materials are used up, Kishann does not need to worry about this front being breached, and as a garrison for the perennial defense of the Blackstone Orcs, Red Ridge Mountain has never lacked these explosives.

"Boom Boom"

The familiar sound of the steam tank made Kishan turn his head, and he saw his old comrades standing above the tank waving at him, the mage Menathan standing on the slowly moving forward steam tank, waving his staff, and the next moment, a cold blizzard surged above the tide of the undead.

The frost and snow and cold that fell from the sky slowed down the undead's movements, and Kishan, with some veterans, rushed to the edge of the tank, jumped up in two steps, grasped the steam repeating machine gun above the steam tank, and skillfully attached the bullet belt to the weapon with two clicks.

"Hey, Karakir, I know you're driving a tank!"

Kishan kicked the steel plate of the tank and shouted with arrogance: "Company B! Assemble! Jorgensen, let your knights follow us! Let's take the Molten Trail back! ”

The captain of the paladin rode on the warhorse, brandished his long sword, raised his hand to his old comrades, more than 20 paladins followed him, in the frightened shouts of the private earl, the steam tank that was originally slowly advancing seemed to have found its soul, in the piercing roar of the super-powerful engine, this steel giant beast seemed to be angry, and frantically knocked away the undead in front of him, like a sharp sword, pulling a ravine in the tide.

"Ahh

Kishan, who was manipulating the machine gun, pulled the trigger, and the wildly slanted gunpowder bullets formed a shining ribbon of light in front of the muzzle, like the sharpest scythe, smashing all the undead in the tank's path to pieces.

And his high-pitched shouts were like dubbing the sound of a machine-gun fire.

The tanks roared, the bullets swept through, the paladins were filled with the power of holy light, and in the frantic shouts of Kishan, the entire human position was mobilized, and under the guidance of the two steam tanks, the entire human position launched a counter-charge towards the undead legion hundreds of times their own.

And standing on top of the tank, wantonly sweeping the back of the enemy's Kishan's hair, the shabby red headband fluttering, his eyes shining with substantial anger, this moment of Kishan's incomparable rage, he enjoyed the battle at this moment, this down-and-out veteran is like a fish in water, as if he has returned to the most familiar battlefield.

He's enjoying the war, and though he says he's tired of it, he's enjoying it! He was enjoying the destruction and death that he had brought with his own hands... Many people are not afraid of death, what really scares them is survival... Difficult to survive.

War also changes the soldiers, so that even after the war is over, they will not be able to forget the tragedy, when they come home, only to find that their home is gone, everything has changed, maybe... Maybe they changed on their own.

The scorching wind blew on Kishan's face, and the smell of decaying blood from the necrons made him gag, but looking at the shattered corpses of the undead behind him, Kishan's eyes flashed with a strange joy.

"This kind of wind gives me the feeling that it is war! That's the real life! ”

"Brothers!"

With the help of the Earl, Kisharn slammed another box of bullets into the socket of the hot machine gun, and while waiting for the weapon to cool down, he grabbed his bow and pulled the bowstring above the tank majestically, and he shouted:

"Let's, today... Let's go on a killing spree! ”

Behind him, the sound of the human soldiers who had already lost their morale hitting their shields with their weapons responded, and the paladins sang the chants of the battlefield, and at this moment, the undead who were constantly rushing towards them seemed to be no longer terrifying.

"Who's that? We don't seem to have met him, he's not a small person... He reminded me of the humans in the Burning Plains who gave their lives to their mission. ”

At the rear of the battle line, Tyrion was on his horse, he looked curiously at the human soldiers in front of the battle line who had beaten the undead attack, he looked curiously at the human warrior standing on the tank, shirtless, like a real god of killing, he whispered to Khadgar behind him:

"But it doesn't matter, seeing how heroic he fights, I'm starting to like him."

"yes, who doesn't love a warrior?"

The Great Lich closed the book in his hand, looked up, glanced in Kishan's direction, and then replied softly:

"There's no doubt he's the kind you need... Warrior. 2k reading network