"This is a step forward and proof that humanity has begun to weaken. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" Red laughed.

You must know that at the beginning of the full-line invasion, humans can also use the high mobility brought by the mage's teleportation and the sniping of the two half-elf powerhouses, so that the orcs can take advantage of less than half of it.

(Half of course, refers to Lilath Windranger.) Although Aurelia has a high regard for her fourth sister, there is always a difference between advertising and reality, isn't it? Lilath's archery skills are also very good, and her talent is also the best among the rangers. But she lacks the heart of a competitive powerhouse, which happens to be the most crucial thing she needs to truly step into the realm of heroes. ）

Now, even if the orcs still have to pay a lot of price, the orcs can still consume the strength of the alliance with their strong capital.

In the days that followed, it seemed that this tug-of-war was maintained.

Humans only defend the bridge, and at night they rely on long-range attacks to snipe the orcs' reclamation. And they took advantage of the arrival of night, and the craftsmen frantically built and repaired catapults and ballistas.

During the day, there are still so many human soldiers patrolling the defenses of the Sadol Bridge that the orc scouts are dazzled.

Nothing seems wrong.

But the Stormgard people who remained on the Sadol Bridge were moved to tears.

Why?

The main force has all been withdrawn!

Except for the 5,000 elite soldiers and more than 3,000 craftsmen who stayed behind on the bridge, the rest of the people had been evacuated in an orderly manner at a rate of about 5,000 people per night in the past week.

There were no torches, just leaning on the white cloth wrapped around each other's shoulders, and walking back down the road under the guidance of the best scouts.

The range of the Dragon's Throat Orc is limited, as long as it is more than 20 kilometers away from the northern position of the Sadol Bridge, it is a ghost who does not know.

During the days of retreat, Sylvanas did not kill the enemy on the cliff, but sniped the scouts who were too deep into the defense line and rode the dragon.

The only remaining group of Elven Ranger was a handful of human scouts and a Duke mage. Once the Tribal Wyvern invaded, Duke immediately teleported to the pre-set teleportation array with Queen Xi and directly killed the tribe's scouts. Scouts close to the cliff line ignored it.

And every night, there is actually only one person in charge of sniping the tribe - Duke.

After being promoted to Morning Star Mage, in fact, the number of mage hands that Duke can manipulate at the same time has reached 512.

Being able to do it does not mean that it can be done for a long time.

It's like an adult man can lift something weighing a hundred pounds for a while, but if he has to lift it for an hour, that's really hehe. There is no one in ten thousand who can do it.

For the past three days, Sylvanas, who had been following Duke's side, quietly watched as Duke made all sorts of incredible efforts to save the lives of 50,000 Riptide Castle people.

Duke is obviously a mortal, but he demands himself as a superman.

As a noble mage with a bright future, he not only fought on the front line himself, but he also did not hesitate to put down his body and do the kind of menial work of using the hands of a mage to manipulate ballistas.

From west to east, there were 12 ballista positions, each with more than 30 ballistas, 12 catapults, and 500 basically fixed, well-wound ballistae facing the coast.

And the manipulator is only one Duke Marcus.

With the assistance of the system elves, he hit a perfect shot in every wave, and did not let go of any of the hard workers. Almost as soon as he finished fighting one position, Duke immediately teleported to the next.

It wasn't until he was gone that a logistics team of no more than thirty men quickly figured out and loaded every ballista, catapult, and bolt.

It is no exaggeration to say that, depending on the Horde's attack, Duke would teleport back and forth to twelve positions thirty or forty times a night at most.

For the current Duke, regardless of the mage, the huge consumption of physical and mental power alone was enough to squeeze ten ordinary Morning Star mages into a human body.

Duke is still holding on.

The people of Riptide Castle sighed at Duke's strength on the one hand, and were moved to tears by Duke's greatness on the other.

Sometimes at the command post, Duke was so tired that he fell asleep while talking.

No one blames Duke, and Duke has done well enough. If it weren't for Duke, probably most of them wouldn't have survived to make it back to Riptide Castle.

On the eighth day, the most critical time came.

According to the plan, all troops will be withdrawn tonight, leaving only Duke and Sylvanas behind.

It's just an incredible thing.

If it weren't for Duke's miraculous phenomena over the past few days, everyone would have completely opposed Duke.

"Your Excellency, you have done enough and enough, if you want to exchange your sacrifice for the survival of the Riptide Castle people, then please forgive us for not being able to obey your orders!" the Brigadier General of the Outlet who remained behind shouted excitedly, raising his voice several steps in a higher voice: "It's time for the Riptide Castle people to bleed. ”

Not only the outlets, but more than a dozen Stormgard generals present all stepped forward, forming a wall of will and flesh and blood, and stopped in front of Duke: "It is rumored that His Majesty Solas Tolbairn has decreed that even if you use kidnapping, you must bring Your Excellency Duke Marcus back to Fort Riptide in advance." A great hero like Duke should not have died on such a senseless break. The Alliance needs Duke Marcus more than Fort Riptide'!"

"What are you doing!?I know you have good intentions, but are you going to rebel?" Sylvanas, who drew his twin swords, and Gavinrad, who wielded his war hammer, stood in front of Duke on the left and right.

Although they also know that most of them can't fight, they must have an attitude towards everything.

Brigadier General Outlet didn't seem to expect Duke's men to react so violently, and his momentum was suffocated for a while.

Duke looked at the outlet with a calm gaze, the future man who would become a marshal in the future if there were no exceptions, Duke sighed, and then his eyes grew imposing.

"That's enough! I appreciate King Thorbain's kindness. But remember, I'm Duke, Duke Marcus, the wolf-like mage who bites off a piece of flesh from his enemies even if he is defeated and retreats, and I burned 100,000 orcs last time I evacuated. This time, why do you want me to evacuate, if you don't trap a hundred and eighty thousand tribes, how can I be willing?"

When Duke said this, the outlet actually asked, "Then where are we going to carry the oil again?"

Duke was stunned, really crying and laughing: "Bastard, who said I was going to set fire again?"

"Uh, Duke the Vulcan doesn't set fires?"

Nima, when did I become the god of fire?

Duke was so angry with the outlet guy that he burst into tears: ", who said I would only set fires." Tell you, the one standing before you today is the Devil's Duke!" (To be continued.) )