My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Rubes is active in every corner of the battlefield-there is absolutely no enemy in front of Malone, and this silver-white giant wolf does not need to guard his master.

It is like a white ghost, constantly jumping away from the corpse of an orc, leaping to the throat of another orc. In all fairness, the fighting power that Rubes contributed in this battle even required More than his master Malone.

Hogg the Jackal moved awkwardly on the battlefield--compared to his tall figure, his legs were a bit short, making it difficult to run fast.

However, this jackal also had red eyes. He yelled and waved the short sword in his hand. With his strong body almost equal to that of the orcs, it was considered fruitful. The orcs would never think of it. , A tribe of jackals that they slaughtered casually on the march, today, they have even paid more blood.

...

This battle to defend Yuexi Town began at dusk and was not able to end until the sun almost completely fell into the horizon.

The four-hour battle was extremely fierce. The land north of Yuexi Town was almost stained red-brown. The battlefield was full of orcs and human corpses lying down.

Ma Long stood in the center of the battlefield, watching the militiamen pick up their dead robes from the entanglement with the orc corpses and lift them to the edge of the battlefield; those wounded who could barely move, supported each other with difficulty. He walked towards Yuexi Town.

"I hope Miss Tiffany can be busy."

Robin stood beside Malone and said in a complex tone-surviving the battlefield is not the best result. Many of these wounded may not be able to walk in the future, or have no way to do heavy work.

"This group of green-skin scraps is really difficult...Bah!"

While swearing, Paul limped towards Malone and Robin with De Jong's help-he was slightly injured in the battle just now, his thigh was grazed by an orc tomahawk, blood It flowed all over; but it was lucky, he almost lost this leg forever.

"Yeah, it's really difficult..."

Malone took a deep breath, echoing Paul's words.

Mankind eventually won this small-scale battle, but paid a heavy price; two hundred orcs were wiped out in Moonbrook Town. In order to achieve this, Ma Long took these heroic soldiers and chased hundreds Step, until the last orc was nailed to the ground with a spear.

But on the human side...More than one hundred and fifty soldiers died in battle, nearly fifty soldiers were seriously injured, and the remaining hundreds of people were all slightly injured.

Both the militia in Yese Town and the militia in Yuexi Town suffered more than 30% of the battle damage. Warrant Lieutenant Okur’s Sentinel Ridge garrison was almost wiped out, and even the most elite Xiquan garrison was downsized by four.

Shuangyue rose in tandem, but the bright and bright moonlight shone on Ma Long with a dreamlike blue moonlight; he raised his head and looked far to the northeast—even though his sight was out of sight, Stormwind City In this direction.

Ma Long once thought that maybe he could integrate the power of these human survivors and retake Stormwind City; but now, he is full of doubts about this idea-there are more than three hundred orcs in Stormwind City; relying on these remnants of defeat, he really Can you do this?

...

"I... I really can't believe it, we won! No... I didn't mean you didn't have confidence in Sir Lothar, I mean... the light is on, we actually won!"

In the town hall, the old Sir Elgardin said loudly while knocking on the floor with his crutch in his hand.

"This is not a victory, Sir Elgardin, our loss is too great."

Malone corrected the old mayor's statement, Robin and Paul were silent-they were still immersed in the pain of losing their comrades, and Sir Elgardin's excitement made them feel a little...unacceptable.

"I know, I know, but...Sir Lothar, dozens of families in Moonbrook have lost their loved ones since then. But these sacrifices are worth it. We saved more lives, didn't we?"

Sir Elgardin sat back in front of Malone with a little embarrassment, and he realized that he had ignored the emotions of these soldiers.

Malone nodded silently-he found himself a bit too immature as a leader-whether it was Sir Elgardin or the tax officer of Sentinel Hill, McLaren, they had long known that this battle was doomed to heavy losses; Ma Long didn't expect any human soldier to die, but... when you experience death in person, acceptance is far more difficult than talking about it.(To be continued.)

140

"We may not be able to rescue the compatriots trapped in Stormwind now."

Ma Long opened his mouth and said-he still overestimated the combat effectiveness of the human soldiers. Only two hundred orcs cost more than half of the five hundred human soldiers. To recapture Stormwind City... it is simply fantastic.

"I know... but we can still work hard for it, Sir Lothar. I noticed that your subordinates are indeed much better at fighting. There are still many strong men in Moonbrook. If you can train them, I believe they will soon be able to Become an excellent warrior; when that day comes, we can make those orcs look good!"

Sir Elgardin came up with an idea.

"Yes, Sir Lothar, I believe... ahem, as long as you give you enough time, you will be able to train an army that will be able to retake Stormwind City!"

Warrant Officer Okur coughed and said-in the previous battle, the garrison of Sentinel Hill fought bravely, but was accidentally hit by an orc's warhammer in his breastplate; the entire armor was smashed. Although Warrant Officer Okur was lucky to survive, he was struggling to speak and coughed constantly.

"This is what we are going to do next, but... we don't have enough time."

Ma Long shook his head and replied.

"why?"

Old Sir Elgardin asked suspiciously.

"More than two hundred orcs died in the Westfall, plus the orc squad that we wiped out near the Twilight Forest before, and the orc army that stayed behind in Stormwind has lost nearly half. Perhaps the orcs will not find out in a short time. This, but what about a month later?"

Malone asked back.

Sir Elgardin was silent-he knew what Malone was right, his negligence, immersed in the joy of victory, and ignored the dangers of the future.

"Then what shall we do?"

McLaren asked nervously—it is said that there are hundreds of orc armies in Stormwind. If they move all the way... the Holy Light is on, Moonbrook Town will not be able to fight them again.

"If... those orcs discover our existence and know that we have wiped out more than two hundred orcs in the Westfall, will they bring back more troops from the northern front?"

Warrant Officer Okur suddenly asked-maybe because his energy was too concentrated on what he said, he didn't even cough.

"It's possible... what's wrong?"

Malone nodded, then asked.

Although Stormwind City is not an important place for the orcs, it can continuously provide food for the front lines. The orcs do not produce. Before they reach the granary in the north of the mainland—Hillsbrad Hills, Stormwind The storage of grain in the city and the western wilderness is still very important to them.

"I think... I want to take my men down to Stormwind."

Warrant Officer Okur said suddenly.

"What are you talking about? Warrant Lieutenant Okur... Are you crazy? The garrison of Sentinel Hill can now only move less than a hundred people... Do you take them to Stormwind City to die?"

Sir Elgardin screamed loudly-even though he and Okur Warrant Officer had some disagreements over the goblin issue before, he couldn't have watched his colleague make the wrong choice after he was relieved.

"Sir Elgardin, listen to me... You have also seen the refugees who fled from Stormwind. You know, Marshal Lothar protected most of our compatriots and went to the north. That was the march of the orcs. The direction of... If attacking Stormwind can disrupt this group of green-skinned plans, and make Marshal Lothar's resistance in the north less pressure, I...I am willing to give my life."

Warrant Officer Okur struggling to stand up on the chair, said to the old Sir Ergardin.

"but……"

Old Sir Elgardin hesitated-he was not naive enough to say something to make Warrant Officer Okur think more about his men.

Both the Warrant Officer Okur and his men are brave warriors; perhaps they lacked training before, but in the battle with the orcs, they never chose to retreat.

Old Sir Elgardin believed that the brave Sentinel Hill garrison was willing to make the same sacrifices as Warrant Officer Okur, because... every soldier in the southern part of the continent is willing to serve the family named Lothar—that It is their glory as soldiers.

"Warrant Officer Okur, you can't do this because... there is no need for it."

Ma Long said suddenly.