"Report!"

By the time Ensign Drake returned to Dunhold Castle, it had been exactly 45 minutes.

He stood in front of Captain Blackmore, carrying the head of an orc in his hand, and the blood stained on the sword and the hideous trophy represented his bravery and made the heroic human ensign look unusually powerful.

"The elves are dead, Captain!"

Ensign Drake told the commanders of Dunhold Castle in detail everything his scout team had seen:

"Actually, by the time we arrived, their last line of defense was on the verge of collapse, and the horrific orcs and the trolls that followed them were causing the elves to suffer heavy casualties, but..."

The upright lieutenant whispered with some regret:

"But if we had set out when we received a call for help, we might have saved their lives, and those elves are also brave, they are not afraid to face the orcs, and to be honest, their slender bodies hide souls that are no weaker than knights."

This pure military regret made Captain Blackmore's face a little unpleasant, but soon, he put this little unpleasantness in his heart behind him, and he raised his head and looked at Ensign Drake:

"Did the orcs retreat?"

"It was too dark for us to come closer."

The lieutenant replied honestly, "But they found something from the camp, and as we were leaving, we heard the cheers of the trolls..."

"Well..."

Rubbing his forehead, the captain whispered:

"Since the situation is unknown, let's stick to the castle and wait until after dawn."

"Captain!"

When Second Lieutenant Drak heard this, he was immediately dissatisfied, and the reckless man, eager to prove himself on the battlefield, shouted: "Shall we not slaughter those orcs and let them escape like this?" ”

"Stupid!"

The second lieutenant's rebuke rang out in the next moment, and he stared at Ensign Drake with a serious face, and he shouted loudly:

"Can you be sure that there is only one orc attacking? Why did King Pirenod build a castle here, don't you know? Dunhold is a strategic location along with Arathi and the hills, and we are ordered to defend it, and if it is lost, the whole of Tarunmere will be directly threatened by the orcs! You tell me, Drac, that is our people more important! Or is it more important to risk the loss of the castle and slaughter a few orcs? ”

Ensign Drake, who had not learned much about geography, was embarrassed by the captain's scolding, and the captain waved his hand angrily:

"Get out of here and guard the gates, and we'll set off early tomorrow morning..."

"Captain! There is an emergency military situation! ”

The door to the humble parlor was pushed open, and a scout rushed into the hall with a document in his hand, handing it to Captain Blackmore, who took it in his hand, opened it, glanced at it, and immediately became serious.

"Lieutenant Scallock, Lieutenant Oriden, and you, Draco!"

The captain put aside the official document in his hand, straightened his armor, took up the command knife, and said in a loud voice:

"His Majesty King Dai Lin, King of Kurtilas, who has arrived from the town of the South Seas, intends to personally lead the knights to attack the evil orcs tonight, and we will also go to participate in this glorious battle, so that the soldiers are ready! We'll leave in 10 minutes! ”

"But Captain!"

The human warrior Drake's brain twitched again, and he asked rhetorically:

"What if we leave and the castle falls?"

"Stupid!"

The captain twitched the second lieutenant's arm with the scabbard, and he looked out the window into the darkness of the night, and said in a deep voice:

"If we still have to stick to the castle at this time, once something goes wrong with His Majesty Dai Lin, the responsibility will be borne by us subordinates, otherwise, we follow the orders of the admiral and go to participate in the battle, even if the castle falls, it is not our responsibility..."

"Go and prepare, this time we're going to take those green-skinned brutes by surprise!"

"Yes!"

Several of the lieutenants turned to leave to get the soldiers ready, while Captain Blackmore stood by the window and touched his beard with some regret:

"I didn't expect His Majesty Dai Lin to have such a deep friendship with those stupid elves, willing to risk his life on the battlefield, if he knew it, he would have left that ranger's life..."

"But it is said that His Majesty hates orcs so much that it looks like he's going to clean up the castle and let Thrall leave for a few days... Ah, a special little pet, I don't know if I had a brain problem at the time, so I had to keep him... However, he brought me good luck..."

"Bang"

The captain slammed his fist against the window of the reception room, and as he squinted his eyes in his trademark gesture as he surveyed the night in front of him, he took a deep breath:

"I, Edres. Blackmore, I'm destined to make a career..."

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Back to the present, the combined forces of humans and elves led by Dai Lin have completely disrupted the formation of the orcs and trolls, but their number is limited after all, and there is no way to completely annihilate these orcs, and the physical fitness of the orcs is really strong, after experiencing the panic of being attacked by a surprise attack, under the reprimand of the orc commanders, they actually rebuilt the camp to fight separately.

For a while, the scorching positional battle began again.

"Bang"

Dai Lin raised his two-handed heavy sword, blocking the powerful slash of the Orc Overseer in front of him, the huge force from the weapon made him can't help but take a step back, but this is only the beginning, Safarul saw that half of the army he led was slaughtered by Dai Lin, and the anger surging in his body was already intolerable.

"Human! Death! ”

"Bang"

"Bang"

The battle axe was stained with the blood of human soldiers and elven rangers, and in the dim moonlight, the weapon brought a chilling power with every swing.

At the time of the third continuous slash, Dai Lin's wrist could no longer withstand this heavy blow, and the long sword came out of his hand, seeing that Dai Lin was about to be killed by the orc overseers on the spot, but he did not panic, his body rolled on the ground, dodging Safarul's last heavy blow, and when he turned over and stood up, Dai Lin already had two more short-handed muskets in his hand.

This firearm, which is often used by dwarves, has just been listed as a new weapon by the Human Alliance, and Dai Lin, who is good at sea combat, likes this weapon that is extremely powerful in close combat, and in this position, he doesn't even need to aim, and he pulls the trigger when he raises his hand.

"Bang Bang"

Two loud bangs, accompanied by the pungent smell of gunsmoke, and the flames burst across Sarufar's breastplate, the force of which knocked the Orc Overseers back several steps, his chest already dripping with blood, and Dai Lin seized the opportunity to pick up a dead orc soldier's battle axe from the ground, roaring and lunging towards Sarufar.

"Bang"

This time, it was the orc overseers who had the upper hand before, and Dai Lin swung his hideous battle axe and pounced on the fallen orcs like wolves.

"Die! Disgusting crumbs! ”

"Roar!"

Sensing the threat of death, the famous warrior of the Sarufar tribe was unwilling to die like this, and the violent blood flowing in his veins exploded, causing the already rock-like muscles of his arms to swell again, and he raised his battle axe in front of him, blocking Dai Lin's fatal blow.

At this time, outside the dark battle circle, the roar of the orcs sounded again, and the attack of the humans and elves was suddenly slowed down. The Black Hand received news of the attack on Sarufar, and he returned with thirty orcs to kill again.

Frankly speaking, this number is not much, but now that the two sides have fought to the death, and it has reached the final stage of the decisive battle, these 30 orcs have become the decisive force.

"Overseer! Hold on, I'm coming! The Black Hand is coming!! ”

The son of the former Great Chief, the patriarch of the Black-Toothed Smiling Clan, holds the crimson sword in both hands, and is so brave that it is outrageous, he rushes into the battle circle like a beast with the reinforcements of the orcs, where can the exhausted human knights stop this group of wolf-like orcs?

For a while, the battle line was losing and retreating, and the arrival of reinforcements also gave birth to infinite hope in Sarufar's heart, and for a while he gritted his teeth to block Dai Lin's violent offensive.

"Your Majesty, it's time for us to go!"

The bloodied Great Knight Cyrus desperately slashed and killed the two orc warriors around him, rushed to the panting Dai Lin, and shouted:

"The situation is not in our favor! It's time for us to retreat! ”

"Nope! I don't allow it! ”

Dai Lin turned to his loyal knight and yelled, "I will not allow victory to slip out of my hands like this!" Hang on! Hold on a little longer! We're going to crush them! ”

"But they have reinforcements!!"

The Grand Knight knew how mad his lord's thirst for victory was, and at the moment when he tried to persuade him, outside the battlefield, behind them, bursts of cheers rang out, and Dai Lin jerked his head to see hundreds of torches lit on the distant hills, and in the light of the fire, Edras on his horse. Captain Blackmore saw the situation on the battlefield, and he keenly saw the big man at the center of the battlefield.

A smug smile appeared on Blackmore's face, and he jerked the knight's mask off his face.

"Wow"

The sword was unsheathed, and the sound of the captain's urn sounded outside the battlefield:

"His Majesty Dai Lin is fighting to the death against the evil orcs! Warriors of Alterac! Charge with me! ”

"Kill all those greenskins!!"

"Roar, roar, roar!"

Ensign Draco, who had long been unable to contain the excitement in his heart, roared and followed behind Captain Blackmore, and more than twenty knights charged at the orcs, and behind them, hundreds of heavily armed human infantry.

Frankly speaking, according to the slow running speed of the infantry, it is possible for the orcs to flee the battlefield, but the problem is that seeing that the human side has another reinforcement, and they are in the hinterland of the human kingdom, once they are entangled, they can only be completely consumed by the steady stream of reinforcements.

This terrible situation made the most die-hard orcs feel depressed, and their morale fell directly to the point of collapse for a while, and even desperate orcs turned around and fled the battlefield, demonic blood surging in their veins, bringing them mad violence at the same time, but also taking away their honor, the current orcs are no longer the noble race of the Draenor period, they are just a group of driven slaughterers.

Never expect the Slayer to be glorious...

And this scene in front of him made Dai Lin's almost desperate heart extremely excited, he grabbed the arm of the big knight, and shouted:

"And voila! We've got reinforcements too! Who is this commander? I want to personally take credit for him in the parliament of the seven nations! ”

"That should be the commander of Dunhold Castle, the baron of the Kingdom of Alterac, Captain Blackmore, a veteran..."

The great knight Cyrus was also full of joy, he wiped the blood from his face, and said to the lord with some hesitation:

"But this captain doesn't have a good reputation, and it's said that he likes to keep interracial gladiators..."

"It's nothing, Cyrus! A good soldier should have this savage hobby, as long as he can win the battle for us, he is a good soldier! ”

Dai Lin shook his head, took a heavy sword from the hand of the great knight, shook his head, and looked at the orc overseer Sarufar who slowly withdrew from the battlefield with the support of Red, the familiar feeling of victory made the admiral's heart seem to be full of strength again, he gritted his teeth, swung his weapon again, and led the imposing soldiers to fiercely pounce on his prey who were already feeling fear.

"Greenskin, I'm Dai Lin. Prodmore, your destroyer, don't try to slip out of my hands! ”

"Today! You are all destined to die here!! ”