Stormwind God

Duke is a pure person. Except what he learned from the 10tb love action movie, he is as pure as a saint ... well, theoretically.

Having said that, if you are eager to get something tender and tender in the windrunner, it is really possible to eat brain fragments. Combining wildness and nobility, this is the biggest sign of the Windrunner family.

Like is like, hate is hate, there is no need to hide it, the woman of the windrunner's family is so straight and so pure.

However, after a little anger, Sylvanas suddenly realized that she had no reason to be angry. It feels like her eldest sister and Duke have such a bit of taste. In the final analysis, it seems that she and Duke don't even have a lover relationship.

Moreover, at a glance, we know that Duke is not intentional.

Moreover, Duke was really exhausted during these days.

The most indispensable in Silvermoon City is the Master, and the most delicate is also the Master.

Well, today the weather is bad and everything is not appropriate. Benfa is no longer waiting and strikes.

The cat next door was called Spring last night, I didn't sleep well, and I didn't do it today.

Tomorrow looks cloudy and in a bad mood, and I will not shoot tomorrow.

The emptiness of endless years has created the pride unique to the Silvermoon Council. If a young and powerful mage such as Duke puts it in the high elves, does it have nostrils and arrogance to death?

But for the alliance, and for the safe withdrawal of more people, Duke did so without hesitation, without any support.

According to Sylvanas, Duke worked ten jobs alone, using his strength and hard work to fill the vacancies after the departure of Alleria and the Ranger.

In this regard, Duke is perfect.

Obviously there are more than friends and unsatisfactory relationships. Why can the elder sister and Duke so trust and tolerate each other?

The older sister was willing to spend three months in prison for Duke without regrets.

In order not to let the elder sister lose her credit, Duke carried the entire line of defense with her own strength.

Sylvanas, who bit her lower lip lightly, suddenly felt a little envious of the hazy and sincere relationship between Sister Duke and Duke.

Looking at the bitter Duke, Sylvanas found himself mad.

"Does it hurt?"

"Fortunately, at least not the Horde's axe." Duke smiled bitterly.

Sylvanas raised her long, golden eyebrows: "I won't apologize. But ... I will fight to protect you until you leave safely."

Duke poked: Queen Queen's temperament was really awkward.

This evening, as always, Duke played a time difference to defend. Of course, tonight is a bit different. It happened that the tribe felt that there had been no progress for so many nights. It seemed a bit bad. This night, the tribe sent several orcs in the squadron to conduct tentative attacks.

The orc warriors of these little clan were originally equivalent to the existence of cannon fodder, and Red * Blackhand did not care.

A report awakened Red.

"What !? Some soldiers reported that there was no one at the opposite position, which was a group of mage's hands. They were manipulating the crossbow artillery?" Reid immediately realized his mistake.

Humans have long been unable to carry it, but in order to let more people evacuate, they have adopted a strategy of cutting off with precision.

"Immediately send Black Rage, Wind Raven, and Red Feather Clan to attack overnight." Red yelled at the names of several small clan that he could hardly remember.

A tentative attack of only 5,000 people started.

Although reports of heavy casualties from the attacking force came an hour later, a more definite report came-there were no soldiers in all human sniper positions, and it was estimated that one or several mage and mage transmitted back and forth at high speed. Manipulating crossbows and various crossbows.

The current Reid Blackhand is far from being a boss-level guy in later generations. He is at least a qualified commander. He immediately realized the intention of human beings. Since this danger is untenable, he will withdraw more troops to the rapids for defense.

The more soldiers humans withdraw now, the harder it will be to attack that human capital, the rapids of Arathi Highlands.

"The whole army is mobilized! When the day comes, we will attack!"

In the urgency of the trumpet, the tribe began to gather, the army from the barracks in various areas of the rear wetland, Baichuan into the sea gathered on the south bank of the Sador Bridge. Nearly 100,000 orc laborers were spurred, piled up a large number of large stones for reclamation, and ready to fill the last section of the already dry strait at dawn, allowing the army to pass.

The light shone in the darkness, and the orc's long fangs glowed with bloodthirsty darkness in the moonlight.

In anxiously waiting, it was finally dawn.

With a wave of Red, the trumpeter sounded a heavy horn.

"Woohoo--"

It urges the orcs, who must bite the human's final post team.

As Red had expected, almost all positions were empty. None of the craftsmen remained, and the last batch of craftsmen had evacuated at night last night.

"Walk for at least 10 hours. They have left everything that is slowing down." The scout's report darkened Reed's black hand.

A group of sturdy craftsmen evacuated in the dark without load, even if it was slow, 10 hours was enough for them to walk 50 kilometers. Maybe, in three hours, you can reach the rapids 100 kilometers away.

"Let the wolf cavalry troops pass through the Sador Bridge at full speed, and chase! How much can you catch!"

The wolf cavalry on the giant wolf waved a huge machete and ran across the bridge in the roar of the wolf. The War Wolf's huge and sharp claws, even if most of them were absorbed into the pads of the soles of the feet, still exposed the tips of the claws scratching the hard bridge surface, making a harsh noise.

Thousands of wolf cavalry watched as they were about to pass through the north bridgehead.

At this time, apparently after scouting investigations, all the crossbow guns and pre-installed crossbow arrows were moved on the empty position.

Manipulating them is, of course, the hand of a mage exuding the radiance of soft arcane.

"Ambush !!" The leader of the leading wolf cavalry roared in alarm.

That's too late!

The next second, the whole space was full of harsh arrows and wind.

Who would have thought that there was still an ambush on this scouted position?

The wolf cavalry is a purely offensive type with strong attack power, speed and endurance, but the armor of the wolf cavalry is still only light cavalry.

Encountered this kind of ambush with intentional calculations, the full 3000 wolf cavalry was immediately destroyed.

Countless arrows penetrated the weak leather armor of the wolf cavalry, shot into the bodies of the wolf cavalry and the war wolf, but on the narrow middle passage and bridge surface, there was nowhere to hide. The arrows, which seemed to have eyes, shot into their vital points without fail.

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