Chapter 13 12. The First Victim

Darkness is always the best breeding ground for secrets. In the silent night, there are always stories brewing and developing. Many of them are unknown, but you have to know that if a cruel war It is about to start, so it actually means that the victim has already appeared.

Time went back to two hours ago, when the coalition of orcs and trolls was attacking the empty Quel'Thalas camp.

"Cough...cough cough"

In the dark night of the Hillsbrad hills, a figure quickly moved forward on the ground.

He was lying on the bloody Quel'dorei horse, with his left hand covering his abdomen. There was a hideous wound cut by a battle axe. His right hand was holding the rein tightly. As the horse galloped, the wound burst open. Suddenly, drops of warm blood flowed from his fingertips.

In the darkness, his face was pale, and in the icy night rain, his eyes danced with unwillingness and pain that went deep into the bone marrow.

While running wildly, the knight lying on his horse saw a small castle standing in front of him behind a not-so-wide moat from a distance, and that was his destination.

"boom"

When the horse approached the moat, the rider couldn't hold on any longer. He tilted his body for a moment, turned over and fell to the ground. In the dust, the blood flowed from between his fingers, and the sound also It has attracted the attention of the human soldiers stationed in the castle. At this special moment when the great war is about to start, even the castle in the hinterland of the Kingdom of Altland has entered the most stringent defense.

"Hey! Who are you!"

Two soldiers holding spears, long swords across their waists, and wearing worn-out leather armor walked forward with torches. The older one bent down to look at the face of the man lying on the ground, but just as he bent down, His wrist was firmly grasped by the guy on the ground.

That strength doesn't look like a dying person at all.

"Lord! I want...I want to see your commander...quick!"

"Ah! It's an elf!"

The old soldier was startled, but in the beating of the flames, he quickly saw the iconic sharp ears of the figure lying on the ground, and he hurriedly helped him up.

The elves have a camp near Dunholde Castle. This is known to everyone nearby. These elves are not as proud and indifferent as the legends say. In fact, they often distribute the prey they hunt to the surrounding civilians. Occasionally they also change some specialties, so they are very famous in this area.

But unfortunately, those elves seem to hate human nobles. The owner of this simple castle, a small nobleman of the Alterac Kingdom, and Captain Blackmoore, the lord of the nearby land, don't like these elves who always cause trouble.

Seeing the scars on the elf's body and his bloody posture, the veteran who had experienced some small wars immediately felt the seriousness of the problem. He stuffed the torch in his hand to the recruit who was looking at the elf curiously, and said to him in a deep voice :

"Watch him here! I'm going to inform the captain... By the way, give him some water, and then find the Chaldean priest to treat him. Don't let him die before the captain sees him."

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It is very annoying to be woken up in the middle of the night, whether it is a commoner or an aristocrat, but considering that it is now a quasi-war period, even if Captain Blackmoore has an unknown anger in his heart, it is still possible There is no way to reprimand the responsible scout soldiers in public.

And ten minutes later, Captain Blackmoore, wearing a solid red armor and followed by several lieutenants, summoned the elf captain who came to ask for help in the simple reception room of the castle.

That is Rogelio Sunfury who has just recovered from the dying state.

He was carried up by two soldiers, because he was so badly wounded, and beside him was a young priest in a white robe holding a scroll of old scriptures, the priest of Dunholk Castle Although Mr. Chaldea is young, he has studied under Mr. Turalyon, a very famous high priest in Lordaeron. He has a good temper and superb healing skills. In this castle, he is very popular among soldiers and subordinates. Commander's welcome.

Of course, the supreme commander here, Captain Blackmoore, who has the title of a minor nobleman, has his own private priest. The nobles disdain to crowd together with civilians to receive the priest's treatment, which is a symbol of their status.

"Ahem, so, Elf, what exactly are you trying to say when you broke into my castle in the middle of the night?"

The human captain stroked his well-groomed beard. Under the illumination of the bright magic lamp lit in the living room, he looked at the elf lying on the stretcher in front of him with indifferent eyes, although his expression was very distant. Sensitive concern, but in the depths of the brown eyes, there is a hidden pleasure.

As the little lord who manages this place, he has endured to the extreme the elves who never obey his orders and even disdain his authority.

Seeing them tortured was enough to take away the depression of being woken up at night.

Facing Captain Blackmore's inquiry, Rogelio braced himself up and said with difficulty:

"Orcs! Orcs have attacked us. There are many of them, and they are very close to your castle...Commander of humans, please save our compatriots..."

"What? Orcs? In Hillsbrad?!"

This unexpected news made the captain in a good mood immediately clenched his fists. As a small lord of the Alterac Kingdom, although he is not worth mentioning in front of the big nobles, he also has his own news channel, and five years ago, in the In his territory, he also witnessed an infighting between orcs. Such a brutal scene made the little lord feel a little scared even now thinking about it.

The lieutenants behind him also started whispering when they heard the news. Obviously, they also became nervous.

Captain Blackmoore stared at Rogelio's face, trying to discern something from his expression. After a few seconds, he snapped:

"Tell me everything you know!"

"20 minutes...before, the orcs and trolls, the Amani trolls...they joined forces, sneaked in from the direction of Arathi, and attacked us in the dark. There were a lot of them, at least... at least 120 people! "

Rogelio endured the tearing pain from his abdomen, he said with difficulty:

"They are fully armed and are chasing the fleeing rangers... Soon, soon they will be here... I am... I am here to warn..."

Rogelio is a real old ranger. If he hadn't been a commoner, he would have become a commander like Tyrion. He is 450 years old this year. He has experienced many wars and seen many people. Blackmoore The mistrust and malice in his eyes couldn't hide it from him, so the ranger simply exaggerated the fact that he and his brothers needed support from Dunholk Castle!

Although he himself knew that even with all the poor hundreds of human infantry and a few knights in the castle, it is basically impossible to repel the orcs in the dark, but if they are willing to support, the camp can at least last until Captain Tyrion. Return, when the time comes, the two sides will be one, and the hope of winning is great!

Taking a step back, as long as Second Lieutenant Blackmore is willing to send troops, the distance from the camp is less than 30 minutes, which will also make the orcs who attack at night feel pressure, and this will also reduce the pressure in the camp.

"Lieutenant Drake!"

Blackmoore pondered for more than ten seconds, then he patted the table and shouted loudly: "Take the scout team to the camp as quickly as possible to scout!"

"yes!"

A tall and strong bald commander in blue infantry armor answered loudly, and walked out.

Captain Blackmoore's action made Rogelio seem to see hope at this moment, he braced his body and said sincerely:

"Thank you for your help, Captain, you will receive the most sincere friendship from the Farstriders of Quel'Thalas..."

"Yes, I would love to help the elves."

Blackmoore nodded with a smile, narrowed his eyes, and then changed the topic: "But for the sake of my soldiers, I must wait until the scouts send back definite news before I can act..."

Rogelio's expression froze on his face. Calculated at the speed of human scouts, it would take at least 40 minutes to go back and forth...

"We can't last that long. There is still a prisoner in the camp who is very important to the war situation in Northern Xinjiang! Captain! Once the camp falls and the prisoner escapes, the orcs and trolls will be completely united, which will break the situation in Northern Xinjiang ! This responsibility! You can’t bear it!!”

The elf ranger was completely irritated by the human captain's irresponsible behavior. He felt that he had been fooled, but the next moment, Blackmoore also slapped the table and shouted:

"If your camp has such an important mission, you should have told me when you first came here, instead of asking for help when you are under attack and your entire army is about to be wiped out! This is Alterac An important strategic location, I shoulder the strategic mission assigned by King Perenolde, especially when it comes to matters related to orcs, I must be cautious!"

He interrupted Rogelio's threat, rolling his eyes and flicking his fingers.

"Our elf guest is tired, let him have a good rest."

Facing the captain's unreasonable words, the elf ranger was angry and shouted loudly:

"The reason why we are stationed here has been informed to your king long ago. If you don't know, it can only prove that your king doesn't trust... bang"

Another lieutenant who was guarding the door stepped forward immediately, and punched Rogelio on the back of the head with a brutal punch. Before the heavily injured elf ranger finished speaking, he rolled his eyes and fainted.

"What is this doing? He is not our enemy!"

Seeing this scene, the young Chaldean priest screamed subconsciously, but the next moment, he was held in place by several guards of the captain. The human captain stroked his beard, and he narrowed his eyes and looked at the Rogelio on the ground, in the end, the intent to kill was fleeting in his eyes.

"Lieutenant Skarlock, take our elf friend down to rest, he looks exhausted, tell him to take care of his body, the climate of the hills of Hillsbrad is not very suitable for guys like them who came from afar. ..”

The accent on the word "take care" represented the captain's vicious thoughts, and the lieutenant in white armor froze for a moment, then he reached out and grabbed Rogelio's body, carrying it on his shoulders, He walked into the night without looking back.

"As for you, Priest Chaldea."

Captain Blackmoore's eyes fell on the young priest who was held down by the soldiers again. He looked at the good-tempered priest, and he slowly picked up the command knife in his hand. He stood up and signaled the soldiers to let go Mr. Pastor.

He stepped forward and reached out to pat the non-existent dust on the robe for the Chaldean priest. He lowered his voice and said:

"Poor Mr. Rogelio is in your care. You are the best priest in Dunholde Castle, and he is my honored guest, representing the friendship between the kingdom of Alterac and the elves of Quel'Thalas." , once something goes wrong with him, this responsibility... will be borne by you, understand?"

Although the young priest has not experienced the dirty struggles of the nobles, he has at least heard of some of the vicious qualities of the castle commander, especially when he sees him holding a long whip every day, ruthlessly whipping those guards. During the time of the alien gladiators in the dungeon, the priest would tremble with fear.

He is just an ordinary young man in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. He came here inspired by the Holy Light and wanted to do his part for the human kingdom. He never thought that he would encounter such a thing. When he returned to his chapel, he saw the ranger lying on the cold ground of the church, motionless in the darkness.

"Rog... Mr. Rogelio, you... are you okay?"

No one answered, and everything was so quiet that it made people feel hairy.

Priest Chaldea clutched his rosary in his hand, he didn't dare to step into the shadow that seemed to swallow everything, but in the end, he came to Captain Ranger, he stretched out his hand, tremblingly touched Luo On Griot's neck, on the already icy skin, the weak pulse had completely stopped, and the fearless ranger who came to ask for help had lost his breath at some point.

"Snapped"

The Chaldean priest fell to the ground trembling all over, using his hands and feet together to try to stay away from the corpse in front of him, as if he wanted to stay away from the source of his nightmare. He curled up like a child afraid of the dark In the corner of the chapel.

He silently recited scriptures of the Holy Light, as if he wanted to use this method to force himself to forget everything about tonight, but against the corpse in front of him, the sacred scriptures could no longer give him the strength to resist the darkness. strength.

In this dark night, one lives and one dies, and the cold darkness will eventually engulf the two of them completely...