"The Light is above!"

Surrounded by soldiers, the hero who had defeated Orgrim with his own hands was brought to the commanders, and the Grand Knight Uther jumped up and grabbed the hero's arms, a look of surprise in his eyes.

Standing in front of him was the Grand Knight Tulayan, who had disappeared with Marshal Lothar.

"They say you're dead! Killed by the Death Knight. ”

Ferdin, too, rushed up and looked nervously at Tulayan, his armor covered in blood and dust, his face pale, and two horrific scars on his chest and abdomen, as if he had been pierced by a sword.

A wry smile appeared on Tulayan's pale face, and he took a weak step forward, and was immediately supported by Uther, and the young paladin wiped his wounds with some fear, and he whispered:

"Just a little bit, the Death Knight... Tyrion, he was just close to killing me, but his evil soul wanted to see the Light bow before death, and that gave me a chance, and the Light eventually blessed me, but... Belch! ”

The paladin's body spasmed in pain, he trembled abnormally, Ferdin's hurriedly called for the Holy Light to heal his brother's injuries, under his treatment, Tulayan recovered with difficulty, he sat on the ground, rubbing his forehead in pain, his face was bruised, but he couldn't say a word.

The Assassin who followed Tulayan, MI7 leader Matthias. Shore's weakened Thuturayan said:

"That death knight pierced our bodies and threw us there to die, if it weren't for the subsequent paladins passing by, we might actually die there, but I can feel that the death knight has cast evil magic on us, we... We've forgotten something. ”

"The Holy Light is above!"

Bishop Esenlien, who had been urgently summoned, stepped forward quickly, his palms rippling with soft light, and he put his hand on Tulayan's shoulder, and began to check the great knight's physical condition.

The priests who had followed the bishop also began to treat Mr. Shore by cutting the bandages around Shore's neck, the horrific injuries that made the priests' faces change drastically, and the Death Knight's skate blade almost completely cut the throat of the Assassin, a wound that would not have survived.

"He threw us there to die..."

As the Light healed his wounds, Shore said to the great knights around him with difficulty:

"The real life hangs by a thread, maybe it is really the Holy Light that shelters us in the dark."

Shore and Tulayan don't know what happened after they fell, and they attribute it to the blessing of the Light, but in reality, Tyrion, who has left the Burning Plains, can be sure that among the magic sword Apocalypse he carries with him, there are definitely two souls that belong to Tulayan and Shore.

But if their souls have been taken away by the Death Knight, then who are these two guys standing in front of everyone?

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An orc warlock who fled in a hurry was dazed on the battlefield, he held the bone staff in his hand, carefully avoiding the pursuers behind him, but after crossing a hill, he crashed straight into the encirclement of the paladins in front, he screamed, turned and ran, but the paladin at the head had already rushed over on a war horse, and when he approached, the sword was cut off on the head, and the head of the fleeing warlock flew into the air.

Paladin Lord Alessandro from Lordaeron. Mograine took the reins of his horse and tossed the bloodied sword in his hand to the attendant who stepped forward, and the paladin flicked his wrist and looked at the cleared battlefield behind him with some satisfaction, and then looked back at the carriage behind him with important prisoners.

There were 20 paladins and nearly 50 cavalrymen guarding the carriage around it, and even during the break, there were several guards guarding the carriage, vigilantly watching the surrounding battlefield, this kind of guardian vigilance represented the important identity of the prisoner.

The orc chief Orgrim, who was finally captured on the battlefield, had not yet dissipated the paralyzing toxin in his body, and the orc chief could only sit in the carriage of the cage, he looked very depressed, but to be honest, except for the wounds cut by the excited soldiers when he was captured, the knights who escorted him did not abuse him.

"With all due respect, Lord Mograine, it's a long way from here to Lordaeron, it's too unsafe to travel by land, and it's full of orc scum trying to rescue him."

Squire Falbanks walked up to the felled orc warlock and began to search for the booty, and as he looked at what the warlock was carrying, he said to his superior:

"We've been attacked more than a dozen times before we even get out of the Burning Plains, and Orgrim's status in the hearts of the orcs is really high."

The squire's concern made Mograini nod, as a high-ranking nobleman of the Lordaeron Kingdom and a devout disciple of the Holy Light, he was not afraid of battle, but the mission of escorting Orgrim was too important, and he had to assess the situation, so after the squire expressed his concerns, the paladin lord touched his stubble and whispered:

"So I'm not going to take the land route, Fairbanks, let's go to the port of Stormwind, which is abandoned but still functional, where we'll sail all the way to Southsea Town in a fleet led by His Majesty Dareen himself, and then back to Lordaeron City."

The brave paladin lord took a deep breath and looked at the barren land around him, a hint of exhaustion and a hint of relief twitching in his eyes.

"Fortunately, the war is over, except for the orcs hiding in the Blackstone Tower, the other orcs have fled to the Dark Gate, and the rest will be left to Uther and them to do."

"Seriously, sir, I don't understand why we would send Orgrim all the way back to Lordaeron and kill him on the battlefield."

Fairbanks walked back to Mograine with a wooden box, and he whispered:

"Every soldier on this battlefield doesn't want him to live."

"Farbanks, you're a good fighter, but you're not a good commander."

Alessandro. Mograini shook his head, a subtle smile appeared on his face, he coughed lightly, lowered his voice, and said to his most trusted lieutenant:

"In fact, the moment the tribe is dissolved, the war is over, and the next thing is the continuation of politics, because the order of the human world has changed too much in this war, so our king urgently needs the same loot that can prove the strength of Lordaeron, and use it to win more bargaining chips when reshaping the new order after the war."

"The kingdom of Alterac that betrayed the alliance is finished, and what to do with the territory of this country is a troublesome matter, in this case, send Orgrim to Lordaeron as a sign of the true end of the war, to judge this great chief in the royal capital, and the king himself declares the end of the war, and peace comes... Think about that scene, Farbanks, Lordaeron is going to be the real victor. ”

Mograini smiled and reached out to pat the adjutant on the shoulder:

"After this war, you will also become a nobleman, and you will have a lot to learn."

"It sounds too complicated, and for a reckless man like me, it's much harder than slashing an orc to death with a sword."

Farbanks shrugged his shoulders and reached out to hand the wooden box in his hand to the chief:

"It's your trophy, sir, it looks like a rare piece of rough black crystal, beautiful and fitting for who you are."

Mograini took the box and opened it, and it contained an irregular thick crystal, as Farbanks said, the crystal inside, filled with bright points of light that drifted like starlight, with a black halo, it looked beautiful, as if a starry sky had crashed into this crystal.

"Looks really good!"

The well-informed nobleman Mograini had never seen such a beautiful and pure crystal, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand and wanted to take out the crystal, but the moment his fingers touched the surface of the crystal, the darkness inside the crystal suddenly flowed, covering Mograine's fingertips, and the irrepressible stinging pain made the paladin's finger suddenly retract, and the black crystal fell to the ground.

"There's something weird about this thing!"

Mograini let out a painful cry, Farbanks looked back, and saw that Mograine's sturdy armor had been corroded, and the skin in his palms had been burned by the fire first, and even the skin had been burned into terrifying wounds, and the holy light in Mograine's body rippled in the palms of his hands, struggling to heal the strange wounds.

"It's an evil thing!"

Farbanks' eyes sharpened, he drew his long sword and slashed at the black crystal under his feet, but the blade collided with the crystal, making a sound like metal colliding, and sparks fluttered on the surface of the crystal, and this powerful blow failed to break the strange black crystal.

"Put it in a box, Farbanks!"

Mograini sat cross-legged on the ground, healing the wound in his palm with the holy light, he looked at the black crystal, and he said in a deep voice:

"Take it back and show it to Fao, this crystal is weird, but I can feel that it's not evil."

Moments later, the escort of Orgrim set off again. Mograini was already heavily bandaged on his left hand, and he didn't know what his loot was, or what glory and nightmares the crystal would bring him in the future, but at least for now, he was enjoying the victory of the alliance and enjoying his victory.

The Horde is finished! The war is over.

"Look at these frightened orcs, like rats running away in a hurry, where they still have the appearance of being once mighty."

Luminas, the death knight riding behind the necromantic dragon, pointed at the fleeing orcs below, and in the already barren black swamp land, the orcs who fled from the battlefield of the Burning Plains struggled to escape, like a group of wandering bandits.

The frontal battlefield failed, the gates of the Black Stone Tower were closed, and the desperate orcs could only flee to the place they came from, the dark gate, through which they tried to pass through and return to their own world, and behind them, the advance army of the alliance had crossed the Red Ridge Mountain, building a stronghold at the entrance to the black swamp, and the human knights were hunting to their heart's content in this dark red barren land, and the orcs who had lost their fighting spirit had no intention of resisting at all.

"The only ones left in the Burning Plains are the Blackstone Clan."

Controlling the Necromantic Dragon, Glokush is introducing the fugitives below to his siblings, and no one in the Knights of the Darkblade knows more about the orc clan than he does.

"The Blackstone Orcs have occupied the Blackstone Tower, and most of the people who have fled are members of Fireblade, Bloodring, and other small clans, and their chieftain has died in battle, even if they flee back to Draenor, they will be eaten up by the other clans in an instant."

Glokush shook his head and said with some regret:

"Actually, if Orgrim can gather the three big clans left in Draenor in advance, the alliance will not necessarily win, Warsong, Broken Hands and the Thunder King clan, that is the tribe's most brave and capable group of madmen, but unfortunately the excessive consumption of demon blood burned their heads, turning them into a group of honorless, bloodthirsty miscellaneous people."

"It's none of our business anymore."

Tyrion stood up behind the necromantic dragon and looked out at the dark portal surrounded by mountains below, the huge, dark green storm of magic like an open jaw, and the orcs who fled into it seemed to be swallowed by it.

The orcs who fled from the rear had no order at all, they pushed each other or hung their heads, some of the orcs rode fierce wolf warriors, and many more of them ran here on foot, they were already exhausted, and seemed unwilling to stay for even a second in a world that had caused them to suffer humiliating defeats.

And the orc legions that were originally guarding here have received the news of the defeat at the front from the rout, and they have withdrawn to Draenor in their entirety, so there are only scattered camps and burned supplies left here, which look extremely desolate, just like the situation of the tribe at this time.

"Get down, Glokush."

Tyrion saw the shadow looming in the ruins, and a stiff smile crossed his lips:

"Look, dear Mr. Medivan is waiting for us."