In comparison, Elias has significantly higher military literacy than the Harpy commander. Unlike the Harpy commander who is responsible for commanding from the rear, Elias, like all the Tauren warriors, rushes to kill.
The forefront.
He could feel that the pressure from the enemy on the front battlefield was getting smaller and smaller, and noticed that more and more Harpy soldiers were retreating in fear, so he seized the opportunity and immediately led his men to charge.
So dozens of tauren warriors launched a charge, rushed into the harpy crowd, and then launched their racial talent skill: trample.
There were at least hundreds of harpies crowded together, and the harpies who lost their command were knocked unconscious on the spot, and then were drowned by the figures of the tauren that quickly followed.
Prell was still sitting on the neck of the big flowered bull. He wanted to point out the direction for the group of tauren following him. However, the battlefield was too chaotic. When the tauren broke through the line one after another, they were disturbed. The harpies were in chaos, like
It's like a headless fly fleeing in all directions.
And more harpies turned around and fled towards the commander's position, which was also the direction of their central army. As a result, the charging path of Prell and his temporary men was seriously hindered.
In desperation, Prell had no choice but to jump down, and while fighting hard, he charged forward desperately. After charging for about dozens of meters, more and more harpies finally remembered that they could fly, so they flapped their wings desperately.
He rose into the air and fled away quickly.
When Prell once again climbed onto the shoulder of the harpy and looked around, he was helplessly aware that the speed of these harpies' escape was truly top-notch.
Although the flying height was insufficient, in terms of maneuverability, the tauren army, which was mainly infantry, was really difficult to stop. He sighed helplessly, shook his head and said, "This battle will be fought!"
On the contrary, the big flower cow under his butt laughed loudly: "These birdmen are still as impatient as before!" The tauren soldiers surrounding him nodded in agreement.
When the tauren soldiers chased them for several miles in a chaotic manner, but were left so far behind by the harpies flying in mid-air that they couldn't even see a feather, Elias's order to withdraw the troops came belatedly.
However, Prell had clearly seen the situation on the battlefield early and suggested to the captain of the 16th team to clean up the battlefield, so less than half of the forty or so tauren who originally followed them stayed behind, taking care of their wounded and dead.
One side is sweeping the battlefield.
Seeing the tauren soldiers holding weapons and striking at the dead harpies lying on the battlefield, Prell became sympathetic. He wanted to find the tauren commander and hoped to save people from the sword, but
Seeing the ferocious expressions of the Minotaur soldiers, and finding no trace of Elias everywhere, I still kept this plan in my heart.
From Prell's point of view, he has no aversion or hatred towards the harpies. From an outsider's perspective, it is impossible to say which of the two opposing racial tribes, the tauren and the harpies, is righteous and which is evil.
To put it bluntly, the inducing factors of war are very simple. They are nothing more than two races competing for limited survival resources and space in order to survive.
But Prell quickly gave up this holy mother-like idea. First of all, he had no say in this kind of war. Secondly, it didn't matter who was right or wrong. Now that he had chosen to side with the tauren, then
You must be consistent with the tauren.
As more and more tauren were ordered to pursue and return, the battlefield was quickly cleared. The screams and wails of the harpies had completely disappeared. A large number of tauren began to dig holes, preparing to bury those who died in the battle.
The corpse of a harpy soldier.
Elias was covered in blood, which was all spread by the Harpy soldiers. He walked over and saw Prell sitting in a clean corner of the battlefield, with a heart that had been chopped down by the Venture Capital Company's logging team.
Resting next to the tree stump, he smiled bitterly.
"Do you think we tauren are cruel? It goes against the natural way of loving and advocating peace that we have always advertised?" Elias took off his giant sword and sat down.
Prell did not speak, and his mood was a bit complicated now. "In fact, we also tried to communicate with the harpies at the beginning, hoping to live in peace with them. In any case, Apalaye Camp is not the most peaceful home in our hearts. But you
You know, it's difficult for harpies to communicate." Elias blew out a breath of white air from his nose.
This is true. In fact, the indigenous races have always been like this, stubborn and exclusive. In this regard, the kobolds, wild boar people and harpies all insist on the land they lived in during the era and the lifestyle formed by the era. They lack the connection with the era.
There is sufficient communication between other races and the outside world.
"We have also tried to express goodwill to the harpies, but they responded with despicable sneak attacks, massacres and looting. Among the tribes that migrated this time, more than two hundred people, old, weak, women and children, have died at the hands of the harpies.
.They are too crazy and easily controlled by anger. The only way we can deal with it is to kill them. Because only in this way, the harpies will completely calm down."
Elias bent down and stretched out his hand to pat Prell on the shoulder, but he still took it back: "Your companion seems to be angry, although I don't know what he said. After all, we tauren can speak goblins."
He didn’t say much, but it seemed like he was very dissatisfied with us and had some misunderstandings.”
"I hope you don't misunderstand. There is no other meaning in these words. I hope you understand." Elias showed a little fatigue on his face.
Prell laughed: "I can understand. The fact that Belga and I appeared on the battlefield and persisted until now is enough to illustrate our attitude towards the tauren and true friends."
He paused for a moment: "Belgar is new to the world. He is too simple. Like all my other kobold compatriots, they have seen too little of the outside world, so they have some simple ideas. I will go
Please give him some advice."
Elias stared at the bull's eyes, thinking that this was a truly wise kobold, but it always felt strange to talk about his compatriots like this. He stood up and put the giant sword back behind his back: "I
Your subordinates and compatriots think highly of you, and I think you will grow into a good enough battlefield commander. Then, let’s talk in the evening.”
Prell rested for a while, then stood up and walked towards Belga. At this moment, Belga was among a group of tauren druids and shamans, still sulking.
The reason for his anger was also very simple. As soon as the battle began, he fell behind and concentrated on using healing waves to treat the wounded Tauren. Then he saw a petite harpy warrior with a delicate face. This harpy female
The left wing was pierced by the Minotaur's spear, and he fell to the ground twitching in pain.
She lost her weapon and noticed that Belga was looking at her. She was saying something in the language of the harpy. Her eyes were full of pleading and pain. Belga's heart softened and he wanted to save her.
But someone rushed ahead, a tauren druid raised the wooden hammer, and then the beautiful life tilted its head and was completely freed.
Although he did not know what the so-called chivalry was, Belga had never had any experience in war, nor had he heard of war from other elders. Even for him personally, his most difficult battle was just the earliest one.
Risk your life with Prell to hunt down the deep moss spiders.
But since it is an intelligent race, the common sense of morality and some basic rules come from the inner sympathy of an intelligent race individual who can think independently and has independent consciousness.
Belga simply felt that since the harpy had lost her fighting ability and seemed to have no intention of resisting, why couldn't she be spared her life?
Under the dual stimulation of the fierce scenes of blood and flesh on the battlefield and the visual and auditory stimulation of wailing everywhere, Belga was in an inexplicable state of excitement, which made his moral sense more and more inflated, so he couldn't help but attack Drew who took action.
Yi Da yelled.
The tauren druid was very aggrieved. He thought that he had done nothing wrong. Compared with the war with the centaur race that had lasted for many years, he even felt that his performance against the harpies had been very restrained.
Belga's fierce quarrel attracted many tauren to watch. Although most tauren did not understand that the kobold suddenly became so emotional, they all remained silent. Only a shaman who understood goblin language defended himself.
Two sentences.
When Belga finally vented his emotions, Prell slowly walked over and patted Belga on the head: "This is war, my brother. In the future, you will see more brutal and barbaric wars.
Scenes, these are really nothing. You have to know that in war, you die or I live, there is no mercy."
Belga stationed himself with his staff depressedly: "Then why do we want to get involved? This is a war between tauren and harpies. What does it have to do with us kobolds? We just need to hide in the mines and wait for the world to happen.
It would be nice if all the fighting was over!"
Prell sighed. He knew that he had to convince Belga. First, he had to gain the first supporter among the kobolds, and then he could possibly convince other companions.
So Prell patiently said to Belga: "Our ethnic group and even our race are too closed, and we know too little about the outside world. However, every creature living in this world is closely related to the fate of this world."
closely related.”
For the first time, he told Belgar almost everything he knew, from the Pantheon, the fall of the Bronze Titan Sargeras, the founding of the Burning Legion, the Old Gods, and even the endless battle between light and darkness.
came out.
Belga's eyes widened. He felt like he was listening to a fairy tale, but when he thought of Prell's identity as the "Guardian of Holy Light", he had no way of doubting it.
Prell simply finished telling the story of the two invasions of Azeroth by the orcs, and then whispered seriously: "The orcs will not be enslaved by humans for a long time, and they will still resist. But the Eastern Kingdom continent no longer has them.
To gain a foothold, if I were their leader, I would definitely go to Kalimdor to find my own homeland for survival.
We are helping the tauren now, not only to have a good relationship with the tauren and gain their friendship, but also to prepare for possible changes in the future. Our entire race of kobolds is still too weak and relies on one or two powerful people.
Compatriots cannot change the fate of the entire ethnic group.
So I want to find a way to the future for the tribe. At that time, we can control our own destiny and will not be oppressed by the hateful goblins and jackals, so that the entire race can have a future of continued survival."
Looking at Belga's confused eyes, Prell said seriously: "There are too many potential dangers in this world. The whole world may be destroyed at any time. Perhaps in our lifetime, we can see
Many terrible things happened. Believe me, Belga, I have seen the future through the Holy Light countless times!"