Darkness is always the best breeding ground for secrets. In the quiet night, there are always stories of this kind brewing and developing. Many of them are unknown, but you have to know that if a cruel war
It is about to begin, which actually means that the victim has already appeared.
Time goes back to two hours ago, when the allied forces of orcs and trolls were attacking the empty defense camp of Quel'Thalas.
"Cough...cough cough"
In the dark night of Hillsbrad Hills, a figure moved quickly across the land.
He lay on the bloody Quel'dorei warhorse, his left hand covering his abdomen, where there was a hideous wound cut by a battle axe. His right hand tightly grasped the horse's rein, and as the horse moved quickly, the wound burst open.
Suddenly, drops of warm blood flowed from his fingertips.
In the darkness, his face was pale, and in the cold night rain, his eyes were filled with unwillingness and pain that penetrated deep into his bones.
While running wildly, the knight lying on his horse saw from a distance the small castle standing behind a not-so-wide moat, which was his destination.
"boom"
When the war horse approached the moat, the rider could no longer hold up. His body tilted for a moment, turned over and fell to the ground. In the dust, the blood flowed out from between his fingers, and the sound was also heard.
It attracted the attention of the human soldiers stationed at the castle. At this special moment when the war was about to begin, even the castle located in the hinterland of the Kingdom of Alterante entered the tightest defense.
"Hey! Who are you!"
Two soldiers holding spears, swords across their waists, and wearing worn-out leather armor walked forward with torches. The older one bent down to look at the face of the man lying on the ground, but as soon as he bent down,
His wrist was grabbed tightly by the guy on the ground.
That strength doesn't look like that of a dying person.
"Lord! I want...I want to see your commander...quickly!"
"Ah! It's an elf!"
The veteran was startled, but in the light of the fire, he quickly saw the iconic sharp ears of the figure lying on the ground, and he hurriedly helped him up.
The elves have a camp near Durnholde Castle. This is something that everyone nearby knows. These elves are not as proud and indifferent as the legend says. In fact, they often distribute the prey they hunt to the surrounding civilians.
Occasionally they also change some specialties, so they are very famous in this area.
But it is a pity that those elves seem to hate human nobles. The owner of this simple castle, a minor noble of the Kingdom of Alterac, and the lord of the nearby land, Captain Blackmoore, does not like these elves who always cause 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. He gave the torch in his hand to the recruit who was looking at the elf curiously, and said to him in a deep voice
:
"Watch him here! I'm going to inform the captain... By the way, give him some water, and then go find the Chaldean priest to treat him. Don't let him die before the captain sees him."
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Being woken up from a deep sleep in the middle of the night is a very annoying thing, whether it is a civilian or a noble, but considering that it is already a quasi-war period, even though Captain Blackmore is holding an unknown fire in his heart,
There is no way to reprimand responsible scout soldiers in public.
Ten minutes later, Captain Blackmoore, wearing a sturdy red armor and followed by several lieutenants, summoned the elf captain who came to ask for help in the simple reception room of the castle.
That is Rogelio Sunwrath who has just recovered from a near-death state.
He was carried up by two soldiers because his injury was too serious, and he was accompanied by a young priest wearing a white robe and holding an old scripture in his hand. He was the priest of Dunholk Castle.
Although Mr. Chaldea is young, he studied with Mr. Turalyon, a very famous high-ranking priest in Lordaeron. He has a good temper and excellent healing skills. In this castle, he is very popular among soldiers and subordinates.
Commander's welcome.
Of course, the top commander here, Captain Blackmoore, who has a minor noble title, has his own personal priest. The nobles do not bother to huddle together with the civilians to receive treatment from the priest. This is a symbol of their status.
"Ahem, so, elf, what did you want to say when you broke into my castle in the middle of the night?"
The human captain stroked his carefully groomed beard. Under the illumination 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 look, although his expression was very distant.
He felt concerned, but deep in his brown eyes, there was a hidden pleasure.
As a small lord who manages this place, he has endured to the extreme the elves who never obey his orders and even disdain his authority.
Seeing them being tortured with your own eyes is enough to relieve the depression of being woken up at night.
Faced with Captain Blackmore's inquiry, Rogelio braced himself and said with difficulty:
"Orcs! The orcs attacked us, there are many of them, very close to your castle... Human commander, please save our compatriots..."
"What? Orcs? In Hillsbrad Foothills?!"
This unexpected news made the captain who was in a good mood immediately clenched his fists. As a small lord of the Kingdom of Alterac, although he was not worth mentioning in front of the big nobles, he also had his own news channels, and five years ago, in
Within his territory, he had also witnessed an internal fight between orcs. Such a ferocious scene made the little lord a little scared even thinking about it now.
Several lieutenants behind him also started whispering after hearing the news. Obviously, they also became nervous.
Captain Blackmore stared at Rogelio's face, trying to discern something from his expression. After a few seconds, he shouted sharply:
"Tell me everything you know!"
"Twenty minutes ago... the orcs, trolls, Amani trolls... they united and sneaked in from the direction of Arathi, taking advantage of the darkness to attack us. There were a lot of them, at least... at least 120 of them!
"
Rogelio endured the tearing pain from his abdomen and said with difficulty:
"They are heavily armed and are chasing the fleeing rangers... Soon, soon they will be close to here... I am... I am here to warn..."
Rogelio is a real old ranger. If he had not been born a commoner, he would have become a commander like Tyrion. He is 450 years old this year. He has experienced many wars and met many people. Blackmore
The distrust and malice in his eyes could not be concealed from him. The ranger simply exaggerated the facts a little. He and his brothers needed support from Dunholk Castle!
Although he himself knew that even if all the poor hundreds of human infantry and a few knights in this castle were used, it would be impossible to repel the orcs in the night, but if they were willing to support, the camp could at least last until Captain Tyrion.
Return, and when the two parties become one, there is great hope of victory!
To put it bluntly, as long as Second Lieutenant Blackmoore is willing to send troops, the orcs who are attacking at night will also feel the pressure in this place, which is less than 30 minutes away from the camp. This will also reduce the pressure in the camp.
"Lieutenant Drake!"
Blackmore thought for more than ten seconds. He patted the table and shouted loudly: "Take the scout team to the camp as quickly as possible to investigate!"
"yes!"
A tall, strong, bald commander wearing blue infantry armor answered loudly and walked out.
Captain Blackmore's actions made Rogelio seem to see hope at this moment. He pushed himself up and said sincerely:
"Thank you for your help, Captain. You will receive the most sincere friendship from the Farstriders of Quel'Thalas..."
"Yes, I am willing to help the elves."
Blackmoore smiled and nodded. He narrowed his eyes, and then changed the topic: "But for the sake of my soldiers, I must wait until the scouts send back the exact news before I can act..."
Rogelio's expression froze on his face. At the speed of a human scout, it would take at least 40 minutes to go back and forth...
"We can't last that long. There is still a prisoner in the camp who is very important to the war situation in Northern Xinjiang! Captain! Once the camp is lost and the prisoner escapes, the orcs and trolls will be completely united, which will break the situation in Northern Xinjiang.
!This responsibility! You can’t afford it!!”
The elf ranger was completely angered by the irresponsible behavior of the human captain. He felt that he had been fooled, but the next moment, Blackmoore also slapped the table and shouted:
"If your camp has such an important mission, you should have told me when you first came here, instead of asking for help when you were attacked and about to be wiped out! This is Alterac.
It is an important strategic location, and I shoulder the strategic mission issued by King Perenolde, especially when it comes to matters related to the orcs, I must be cautious!"
He interrupted Rogelio's threat, turned his eyes and moved his fingers slightly.
"Our elf guest is tired, let him have a good rest."
Faced with the captain's strong arguments, the elf ranger became angry and shouted loudly:
"The reason why we are stationed here has been informed to your king a long time ago. If you don't know, it only proves that your king does not trust...Bang"
Another lieutenant guarding the door immediately stepped forward and punched Rogelio roughly on the back of the head. Before the seriously injured elf ranger could finish speaking, he rolled his eyes and fainted.
"What is this doing? He is not our enemy!"
When the young Chaldean priest saw this scene, he screamed subconsciously, but the next moment, he was held in place by several of the captain's guards. The human captain stroked his beard, and he squinted his eyes and looked at
Rogelio on the ground, finally, a killing intent flashed in his eyes.
"Lieutenant Scarlock, take our elf friend down to rest. He looks exhausted. We need to tell him to take good care of himself. The climate in the Hillsbrad Hills is not very suitable for guys like them who have come from afar.
..”
The emphasis on the word "care" represents some vicious thoughts of the captain, and the lieutenant in white armor stopped for a moment, then he reached out and grabbed Rogelio's body and put it on his shoulders.
He walked into the night without looking back.
"As for you, Chaldean priest."
Captain Blackmore's eyes fell on the young priest who was held down by the soldiers again. He looked at the good-tempered priest. He slowly picked up the command knife at hand. He stood up and motioned to the soldiers to let go.
This Mr. Pastor.
He stepped forward, reached out and patted the non-existent dust on the Chaldean priest's robe. He lowered his voice and said:
"Poor Mr. Rogelio will be left in your care. You are the best priest in Durnholde Castle, and he is my distinguished guest, representing the friendship between the Kingdom of Alterac and the elves of Quel'Thalas.
, once something goes wrong with him, the responsibility... will be borne by you, do you understand?"
Although the young priest has not experienced the nasty struggles of the nobles, he has at least heard of some of the sinister qualities of the castle commander, especially when he sees him holding a long whip and mercilessly whipping those who are related to him every day.
When fighting alien gladiators in the dungeon, the priest would tremble with fear.
He was just an ordinary young man in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. He was inspired by the Holy Light and came here. He wanted to do his part for the human kingdom. He never thought that he would encounter such a thing. In his desperate state,
When he returned to his chapel, he saw the ranger lying on the cold ground of the church, motionless in the darkness.
"Rogge...Mr. Roglio, are you...are you okay?"
No one answered, everything was so quiet that it made people feel bad inside.
The Chaldean priest clutched his rosary tightly in his hand. He did not dare to walk into the shadow that seemed to swallow everything. But in the end, he came to the ranger captain. He stretched out his hand and touched it tremblingly.
On Grio's neck, on the skin that had turned cold, the weak pulse had completely stopped, and the fearless ranger who came to ask for help had lost his breath at some point.
"Snapped"
The Chaldean priest trembled and fell to the ground. He used his hands and feet to get further away from the corpse in front of him, as if to stay away from the source of his nightmare. He was like a child who was afraid of the dark, curling up tightly.
In the corner of the chapel.
He silently recited the holy scriptures in his mouth, as if he was forcing 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 protect him against the darkness.
strength.
In this dark night, one person lives and the other dies, and the cold darkness will eventually swallow them both completely...
