When Lieutenant Drake returned to Durnholde Castle, it was already a full 45 minutes later.
He stood in front of Captain Blackmoore, holding an orc's head in his hand. The blood stained on the sword and the ferocious trophy represented his bravery, and also made this heroic human second lieutenant look extremely majestic.
"The elves are all dead, Captain!"
Second Lieutenant Drake told the commanders of Durnholde Castle in front of him everything his scout team saw in detail:
"Actually, when we arrived, their last line of defense was already on the verge of collapse. The orcs were so ferocious and the trolls following behind them caused heavy casualties to the elves, but..."
The upright second lieutenant whispered with regret:
"But if we had set off when we received the call for help before, we might have been able to save their lives. Those elves are also very brave. They are not afraid of the orcs. To be honest, their slender bodies hide hidden things that are no more powerful than those of the knights.
Weak soul."
This pure military regret made Captain Blackmore's face look a little ugly, but soon he put this little unhappiness behind his mind. He raised his head and looked at Lieutenant Drake:
"Did the orcs retreat?"
"It was too dark, so we didn't dare to get close."
The second lieutenant answered honestly: "But they found something from the camp. When we were leaving, we heard the cheers of those trolls..."
"kindness..."
The captain rubbed his forehead and said softly:
"Since the situation is unclear, then stick to the castle and wait until daybreak."
"Captain!"
Lieutenant Drake was immediately dissatisfied when he heard this. This reckless man who was eager to prove himself on the battlefield shouted: "Why don't we just kill those orcs and let them escape like this?"
"madness!"
The second lieutenant's scolding sounded the next moment. He stared at Lieutenant Drake with a serious face and shouted loudly:
"Are you sure that there is only one group of orcs attacking? Don't you know why King Perenold built a castle here? Durnholde is a strategic location along with Arathi and the hills. We are ordered to guard it.
Here, once this place is lost, the entire Tarren Mill will face a direct threat from the orcs! Tell me, Drac, which is more important, our people! Or is it more important to risk the loss of the castle and kill a few orcs?"
Second Lieutenant Drake, who had not learned much about geography, was embarrassed by the captain's scolding, and the captain waved his hand angrily:
"Go and guard the gate. We'll set out early tomorrow morning..."
"Captain! There is a military emergency!"
The door to the simple reception room was pushed open, and a scout rushed into the hall holding an official document and handed it to Captain Blackmore. The latter took it in his hand, opened it, glanced at it, and his expression immediately became serious.
"Lieutenant Scarlock, Lieutenant Auriden, and you, Drac!"
The captain put aside the official document in his hand, adjusted his armor, picked up the command knife, and said loudly:
"His Majesty King Dailin of Kul Tiras who came from Nanhai Town plans to personally lead the knights to attack the evil orcs tonight. We are also going to participate in this glorious battle and prepare the soldiers! We have 10 minutes
Let’s go later!”
"But Captain!"
The human warrior Draco's brain twitched again, and he asked:
"What if we leave and the castle is captured?"
"madness!"
The captain slapped the second lieutenant's arm with his scabbard. He looked at the dark night outside the window and said in a deep voice:
"If we still hold on to the castle at this time, if something goes wrong with His Majesty Dai Lin, the responsibility will be borne by us subordinates. On the contrary, we follow the order of the Navy Marshal and go to participate in the battle. Even if the castle falls, it is not
our responsibility..."
"Go and prepare, this time we are going to kill those green-skinned beasts by surprise!"
"As you command!"
Several lieutenants turned and left to prepare the soldiers, 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. He was willing to take risks and go to the battlefield in person. If he had known better, he would have spared that ranger's life..."
"But it is said that His Majesty hates orcs very much. It seems that he wants to clean up the castle and let Thrall leave temporarily for a few days... Ah, a special little pet. I don't know if there was something wrong with my brain at the time.
I want to keep him...but he has brought me good luck..."
"boom"
The captain's fist hit the window of the reception room. He squinted his eyes with his signature action and looked at the dark night in front of him. He took a deep breath:
"I, Edras Blackmoore, am destined to make a great career..."
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Back in time, the combined forces of humans and elves led by Dai Lin have completely disrupted the formations of the orcs and trolls, but their numbers are limited after all, and they cannot completely annihilate these orcs, and the physical fitness of the orcs
They were really strong. After experiencing the panic of the surprise attack and the scolding of the orc commanders, they actually re-established separate fighting camps.
For a time, the anxious position battle started again.
"boom"
Dai Lin raised his heavy sword with both hands and blocked the powerful and heavy blow of the orc warlord in front of him. The huge force coming from the weapon made him take a step back, but this was just the beginning. Safarul saw that
By the time that half of the army he led was slaughtered by Dai Lin, the anger surging in his body could no longer be tolerated.
"Human! Die!"
"boom"
"boom"
The wielded battle ax was stained with the blood of human soldiers and elf rangers. Under the dim moonlight, every time this weapon was swung, it would bring chilling power.
During the third consecutive chop, Dai Lin's wrist could no longer withstand such a heavy blow, and the long sword came out of his hand. Seeing that Dai Lin was about to be killed by the orc warlord, he did not panic.
Her body rolled on the ground, dodging Safarul's last heavy blow. When she stood up, Dai Lin already had two short-armed muskets in her hands.
This kind of firearm, which is often used by dwarves, has just been listed as a new weapon by the Human Alliance not long ago. Dai Lin, who is good at maritime combat, likes this weapon that is extremely powerful in close combat. In this position,
He didn't even need to aim, he raised his hand and pulled the trigger.
"Bang bang"
There were two loud noises, accompanied by the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke, and fire exploded on Saurfang's breastplate. The impact pushed the orc warlord back several steps. His chest was already dripping with blood, and Dai
Lin seized this opportunity, picked up a dead orc soldier's battle ax from the ground, roared and rushed towards Saurfang.
"boom"
The one who fell backward this time was the orc warlord who had the advantage before. Dai Lin waved his ferocious battle ax and rushed towards the fallen orc like a wolf.
"Death! Disgusting bastard!"
"Roar!"
Aware of the threat of death, Saurfang, a famous warrior in the tribe, was unwilling to die like this. The violent blood flowing in his veins exploded, causing the rock-like muscles in his arms to swell again. He raised his arms.
He picked up his battle ax and held it in front of him, barely blocking Dai Lin's fatal blow.
At this time, outside the dark battle circle, the roar of the orcs rang out again, and the offensive of humans and elves suddenly slowed down. Lieutenant General Red Blackhand, who had been sent out to clear the road early, received Saru.
After hearing the news of Far's attack, he came back with thirty orcs to kill him again.
Frankly speaking, this number is not many, but now that the two sides are fighting to the death and have 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 chief, the leader of the Black-Toothed Smiling Clan held a crimson sword in both hands. His bravery was outrageous. He rushed into the battle circle with the orc reinforcements like a beast. How could the extremely tired human knights stop him?
Can you survive these wolf-like orcs?
For a time, the battle line was retreating steadily, and the arrival of reinforcements gave Saurfang unlimited hope. For a while, he gritted his teeth and blocked Dai Lin's violent offensive.
"Your Majesty, it's time for us to go!"
The great knight Cyrus, who was covered in blood, slashed to death the two orc warriors around him, rushed to the panting Dai Lin, and shouted loudly:
"The situation is not good for us! It's time for us to retreat!"
"No! I don't allow it!"
Dai Lin turned to his loyal knight and shouted: "I will not allow victory to slip away from my hands! Hold on! Hold on! We will defeat them soon!"
"But they have reinforcements!!"
The great knight knew how crazy his lord was in his desire for victory, and at the moment he tried to persuade him, outside the battlefield, behind them, bursts of cheers sounded. Dai Lin turned around suddenly and saw
Hundreds of torches lit up the hills in the distance, and against the backdrop of the firelight, Captain Edras Blackmore, who was riding on a war horse, saw the situation on the battlefield. He keenly saw the big figure at the center of the battlefield.
A proud smile appeared on Blackmoore's face, and he suddenly took off the knight mask on his face.
"bass"
The sword was unsheathed, and the captain's roaring voice sounded outside the battlefield:
"Your Majesty Daelin is fighting to the death with the evil orcs! Warriors of Alterac! Charge with me!"
"Kill all those greenskins!!"
"Ho ho ho!"
Second Lieutenant Drake, who could no longer contain his excitement, roared and followed Captain Blackmore. More than twenty knights charged towards the orcs. Behind them were hundreds of fully armed human infantry.
Frankly speaking, according to the slow running speed of the infantry, it is possible for the orcs to escape from the battlefield, but the problem is that seeing reinforcements coming from the human side, they are in the hinterland of the human kingdom. Once entangled, they can only be attacked in a steady stream.
The reinforcements that arrived were completely exhausted.
This terrible situation made even the most die-hard orcs feel frustrated, and their morale suddenly dropped to the point of collapse. Some desperate orcs even turned around and fled the battlefield. Demonic blood surged in their veins, bringing them
While violently violent, they also took away their honor. Today's orcs are no longer the noble race of the Draenor era. They are just a group of driven killers.
Never expect the glory of the Slayer...
The scene in front of him made Dai Lin almost desperate and extremely excited. He grabbed the knight's arm and shouted loudly:
"Look! We also have reinforcements! Who is this commander? I want to personally ask for credit for him at the Seven Nations Council!"
"That should be the commander of Durnholde 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 on his face and said to the lord hesitantly:
"But this captain's reputation is not very good. It is said that he likes to raise alien gladiators..."
"It's nothing, Cyrus! A good soldier should have this kind of barbaric hobby. As long as he can win the battle for us, he is a qualified soldier!"
Dai Lin shook his head, took another heavy sword from the hand of the knight, shook his head, and looked at the orc warlord Saurfang who slowly withdrew from the battlefield with Red's help. The familiar feeling of victory made the navy
The admiral's heart seemed to be filled with strength again. He gritted his teeth, swung his weapon again, and with the soldiers with high momentum, he fiercely rushed towards his prey who were already feeling fear.
"Greenskin, I am Daelin Proudmoore, your destroyer, don't try to escape from my hands!"