Chapter 1847: The Last Bipedal Dragon Three Thanks Monthly Ticket
Rylost's method is simple and practical, using the orcs' rage to open a path.
Every time three orcs are sacrificed, the squad can advance a certain distance.
We are getting closer and closer to the kobold chief.
The loyalty of the Lightforged Orcs is unquestionable, and Arthurok looks down on them, considering them to be mindless losers.
There is only one in a hundred light-forged orcs with a little brain like Relost.
It's a pity that they lack cunning thinking.
If you want to survive on the battlefield, relying on luck alone is not enough. You need to be clever enough and skillfully let your comrades carry the sword for you.
There are often veterans who have survived hundreds of battles. This has nothing to do with bravery and strength, but the accumulation of experience.
Seeing the orcs getting closer and closer, the kobold chief obviously panicked and ran to the edge of the "raft" holding the feathers on his head.
As long as you jump into the kobold team and throw away the feather hat and bone necklace, it will be like a drop of water entering the ocean, and it will be difficult to find him.
Probably because he couldn't give up his superior position, the kobold chief hesitated.
On the battlefield, hesitation can lead to death.
The last three orcs in the team went berserk, covering Rylost and jumping onto the high platform.
Seeing the approaching orcs, with their ferocious faces right in front of them, the kobold chief finally jumped down.
It's a pity that he still can't bear to part with the feather hat on his head. The bright feathers are like a bright light.
Relost shouted loudly, jumped up high with a battle ax in both hands, and struck at a bright spot among the kobolds.
Blood splattered everywhere, and Relost laughed loudly while holding the head of the kobold leader, and was soon overwhelmed by the endless kobolds.
After the leader was killed, the kobolds were demoralized and fled in all directions like an ebbing tide.
The orcs died because they were too exhausted to catch up. Arthur Rock counted the number of people and found that almost everyone was injured and more than half of them were killed.
Although the kobolds suffered heavy casualties, their reproduction speed was so fast that it might not take a few days for their numbers to be restored.
The good news is that the kobolds need to elect a new king, giving Crossroads a brief respite.
Years of combat experience tell Arthur Rock that no miracle will happen, and the Crossroads will be destroyed in the next battle.
Boland, the innkeeper at the crossroads, was wiping his clean wine glass. Arthur Rock walked in, ordered a glass of wild boar liquor and drank it slowly.
"While the kobolds haven't chosen a king, now is the best time to retreat." Boland Caofeng looked at the crowd and said in a low voice.
Arthur Rock glanced at the strong tauren and shook his head with a sneer:
"My orders were to hold the intersection."
Berland Cao Feng picked up another clean wine glass and wiped it, muttering:
"What's the point of holding on? The crossroads is not a strategic location. Gains and losses have no impact on the battle situation. It's like a burned fence. As long as people are still there, it will be rebuilt later."
Arthur Rock was very unhappy: "I am loyal to the chief, and it is our bounden duty to obey orders."
Boland Cao Feng put down his wine glass and said slowly:
"Don't put it so nice. What you are loyal to is your own ambition and desire, wealth and orc beauty. If you disobey the order, you will be punished alone, and thousands of people at the intersection will be safe. Considering the actual situation, the maximum punishment will be demotion, and there will be no punishment.
Fear for your life. Hold on to the crossroads, thousands of people will die for your promotion."
"Absurd, cowardly Tauren, do you understand what responsibilities and obligations are?" Arthur Rock slapped the table hard.
Boland Cao Feng raised his head and looked at him: "The so-called responsibilities and obligations are like dust that will not be remembered by others."
Arthur Rock said loudly: "All the fallen warriors at the crossroads will be remembered, but cowards like you will always be engraved on the monument of shame."
Boland Cao Feng smiled contemptuously and said, "Will my cousin be remembered?"
"Who is your cousin?" Arthur Rock asked in surprise.
Berland Cao Feng smiled more and more sarcastically:
"The tauren who died in battle today used his life to open up a path to victory. How come you forgot so quickly?"
Arthur Rock was surprised and had to praise: "Your cousin is a warrior."
"Didn't you say you would be remembered? Do you know my cousin's name?"
Arthur Rock just drinks and drinks, who cares about the name of the food.
Bolland Cao Feng sighed and said: "My cousin has been different from me since he was a child. He has ideals and is determined to fight for Azeroth. He believed in Thrall at first, and then he was going to be eaten, but was saved by me.
I came down, trusting Garrosh again, and rescued him again, this time trusting Chen Stormstout, but unfortunately I couldn't escape the fate of being eaten, so I refused to rescue him."
Arthur Rock said with good reason: "A true warrior will never be buried. Didn't Rylost save him?"
Boland Cao Feng laughed loudly: "Relost is not so kind. He just likes the delicious meat of his cousin and wants to sell it at a good price."
Arthur Rock was speechless.
Boland Cao Feng said coldly: "I have been at the crossroads for many years and haven't seen anything. There are too many warriors who have died here. Who can remember them? The living are thinking about the merits of the deceased and are eager to pretend to be the leader.
Military merit, corruption and meager pension. Arthur Rock, everyone here will die, only you will be safe, and the merits of Relost and my cousin will belong to you."
"Humph, you don't understand the courage of orcs."
Arthur Rock walked away.
A large group of orcs gathered at the entrance of the hotel, looking at Arthur Rock eagerly.
A delicate-looking female orc was holding two children. She was Relost's widow. She knelt on the ground and begged:
"Sir, please save the child."
Arthur Rock hurriedly helped the orc woman up and said loudly:
"Your husband is a warrior. It is because of the sacrifices of countless warriors that the tribe is so strong and Azeroth is saved."
"Sir, retreat, there is no point in holding on." A lame veteran burst into tears: "I can't leave, I beg you for these young people."
Arthur Rock's eyes widened and he shouted angrily:
"The order I received is to stand firm at the crossroads and fight to the last soldier. Do you dare to disobey the savior's order?"
The savior was so prestigious that even the low-status soldiers respected him as a god, and how could they dare to have the slightest doubt about him.
Everyone was silent, Arthur Rock vowed:
"Like you, I have family members at the crossroads, but the blood in my chest tells me that for the ideals and beliefs in our hearts, we must stick to the crossroads and write the last chapter with our blood, for the tribe and the chief."
"For the tribe, for the warchief!"
Everyone shouted in unison, but unfortunately they were weak.
Three days later, the kobolds elected a new king.
The kobolds would learn their lesson, and the new king built a simple fortification on the hillside.
The stone walls, which are less than one person high, and the simple tunnels and traps have become the nightmare of the orcs.
After the battle started, Arthur Rock wanted to repeat his old trick and send out elites to attack and kill the new king of the kobolds.
However, once the orcs fell into a rage, they lost their minds and fell into tunnels and traps.
After losing several squads in succession, Arthur Rock knew that the situation was over and led his followers to retreat to the crossroads.
The hotel owner Boland Cao Feng had long since disappeared. Arthur Rock led his cronies to fight and retreat, retreating to the highest guard tower.
This sentry tower is made of stone and is relatively solid. It has become the last position at the crossroads.