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When they finally reached the top of the hill, the scene in front of them made Garrod frown.

The enemy's follow-up troops were like a giant dragon with no end in sight, winding and spreading in the distance. The huge formation and fierce momentum made people feel an invisible sense of oppression.

Garrod knew that this battle was not optimistic for the rebels.

Under the blind order of the former commander Star Eye, they rashly pursued, but were caught off guard by the sudden counterattack launched by the demons, lost the terrain, and failed to establish a stable defense line. In this case, additional reinforcements are necessary.

"They should have arrived." Garrod looked in the direction of Suramar and prayed silently in his heart.

From the moment the counterattack began, he had sent people to Suramar in the rear for help. The great magician Elisande and her mages there have the ability to launch large-scale teleportation. According to the time calculation, the reinforcements should have arrived at the battlefield long ago. However, now there is no sign of him, and Garrod knows that something must have gone wrong.

In fact, from the beginning of the counterattack, he sent people to Suramar in the rear, where Grand Magister Elisande was in charge. With the ability of the mages under Elisande, they can launch large-scale teleportation "237". Judging from the time, the reinforcements should have arrived long ago. He knew that something must have gone wrong.

His heart was full of anxiety and uneasiness, but the expression on his face was still firm and calm. He knew that he was the leader of this team and the pillar in everyone's hearts. He couldn't show any panic and frustration at this time.

When the messengers hurried back with the magician's text message, Garrod's heart suddenly surged with endless hope. Elisande's reply boasted that she would do her best to help them defeat the Legion. However, as time went on, Garrod could not see a Suramar soldier. He waited anxiously, his heart full of doubts and uneasiness.

In order to confirm the situation, Garrod sent several messengers in succession, but none of them returned. He stood on the high ground, looking at the direction of Suramar in the distance, his heart filled with despair.

A feeling of being abandoned gradually came to his mind, making him feel extremely helpless.

"No! This is impossible!" He shook his head desperately, trying to deny this terrible idea. However, this idea grew wildly in his heart like weeds, and could not be contained.

Garrod tried hard to convince himself that Black Crow Fort was the barrier of Suramar. Once the Black Crow Fort rebels were annihilated, Suramar would no longer exist. Elisande must know this, so she would definitely send reinforcements to support them.

However, as time went on, his hopes gradually faded, and his uneasiness became stronger and stronger.

He began to wonder if Elisande had surrendered, or if she had found a way to protect herself, but she had never mentioned it to anyone. These thoughts made him feel extremely painful and desperate, and he didn't know how to face it.To this cruel reality.

At this tense moment, a sentry ran over in a hurry with a panicked look on his face.

"Lord Garrod!" He said breathlessly, "The demon's front seems to have moved."

Garrod frowned immediately. He knew that at this critical moment, any slight movement could affect the direction of the entire battle. He quickly stabilized his emotions, and then asked decisively: "I want the specific situation, soldier."

Garrod consolidated his position as commander and immediately showed his true colors. In the last battle, the captain of the guard encountered a critical moment in his life: facing the defeat of the army, he was not the commander, but he could not stand idly by; when he really fell into that position, he realized how heavy the burden on his shoulders was - he had to do his best to issue stupid orders, even if he was of humble origin and had not received a complete military education, he still had to make the right decision - otherwise it would lead to the death of his comrades.

He has persisted under such pressure until now, and his majesty has gradually accumulated in this process.

The sentinel swallowed his saliva and tried to calm himself down: "It seems to be a large group of minotaurs, and... there are some monsters that look like bears."

Hearing this news, Jarod's heart suddenly surged with an inexplicable excitement. He didn't bother to ask more questions and quickly looked in the direction pointed by the sentinel.

The elves have always had sharp eyesight. He soon found a minotaur warrior holding a sharp spear, rushing through the demons' ranks like a wild rhino. Behind the minotaur warrior was a group of bear monsters. They were burly and powerful, and every time they waved their arms, they seemed to be able to stir up a gust of wind.

"It's reinforcements!" Yingge's voice was full of excitement.

This sentence sounded like a bright fire in the ears of the people around him, breaking the silence in the darkness and instantly igniting the hope in everyone's hearts.

Garrod stood on the high ground, looking into the distance with a firm gaze. He did not say anything more, nor did he reveal where the reinforcements came from - he saw the large army promised by the Tauren, and a group of bear monsters.

The reinforcements from Suramar, which Garrod had always thought he could rely on, did not come in the end, which was really disappointing. On the contrary, Levin Greenleaf, who Garrod had never considered, kept giving him surprises.

Which side was more reliable was self-evident.

The druid not only brought the large army he promised, but also brought this group of powerful bear monsters. Their joining undoubtedly injected new vitality and hope into the rebels.

"The time has come!" Garrod raised his sword and shouted loudly, "Blow the horn, we will fight the demons!"

His voice was full of firmness and confidence, as if he had seen the scene of victory. This was a crazy order, but also an order full of courage and determination.

In fact, all along,Jarod Shadowsong was unwilling to be the commander of the army.

He was wearing a set of shiny armor. Although this set of armor did not have gorgeous emblems, the red and orange arcs on the upper body outlined a unique beauty. His cloak was also the same color, fluttering gently with the wind, like a burning flame. He wore a helmet decorated with emblems on his head, and a tail made of night blade leopard hair was dragged behind the helmet, which looked both majestic and mysterious.

In the past, he did not have much ambition. He just hoped that he could get a position and wear beautiful armor commensurate with the position... ..... But now, he forced himself to change this idea. He no longer fought for personal honor and status, but for the survival and dignity of the entire elf race.

No one dared to question or argue with Jarod's orders. The performance of the captain of the guard impressed everyone. He led by example and rushed to the demon line.

Under his leadership, the elven army pounced on the enemy like a tiger descending from a mountain. For a moment, the battlefield was filled with the sound of killing and the flashes of swords and sabers.

……

A wounded white stag?

Huln Gaoling had never seen such a beautiful and harmonious creature. Its horns were curved just right, as if they were a masterpiece of nature. However, the demon blood stained on the horns destroyed this harmony, making Hun feel sick.

He couldn't help but feel a surge of respect in his heart.

Mother Earth! Even such animals are bravely defending Azeroth, how can they, the warriors of the tauren, retreat?

Huln lowered his head carefully and gently touched the wound of the white stag. The beautiful animal seemed to feel his kindness, trembled slightly, and then shrank vigilantly. Hun was surprised to find that there was a faint blue light flashing in its eyes, as if it contained some mysterious power.

"What are you doing? This is not the time for hunting." A rough voice interrupted Huen's thoughts. The bear monster leader Anke walked behind him curiously and looked at his new friend and the injured stag.

Anke exuded a strong fighting spirit, and his shoulders and arms were a little sore from continuously killing demons. However, his eyes were still firm and sharp, revealing his desire for battle and his persistence in victory.

Huen was not angry at Anke's words. He knew that the bear monster leader had no ill intentions. He turned his head, looked at Anke and said, "I need some time."

Then he took out a spare bandage from his body and began to bandage the stag's wound.

The bandage was made of rough linen in 4.1, but it became unusually soft in Huen's hands. He gently wrapped the stag's wound, his eyes full of tenderness and care. He knew that this strong creature was their comrade-in-arms. If he could get it back on its feet, the casualties of the demons would be even more severe.

Angke looked at Huen, feeling mixed emotions.The human warrior, as described by the druid named Levin, was awe-inspiringly powerful. When he faced Huen, he could even feel the heavy pressure like a mountain.

However, Anke also clearly saw that Huen seemed a little incomprehensible in some aspects. In this battlefield where life and death are intertwined, every moment is full of crisis, but Huen puts his precious energy on a wounded stag.

"Whatever you want." Anke shook his head helplessly. He was not a cold-blooded person, but he knew that sometimes difficult choices had to be made on the battlefield.

Just then, he caught a group of demons rushing towards this side from the corner of his eye. The hideous faces and evil breath made the air seem to solidify. Anke was immediately refreshed. He stretched his muscles and bones, and then rushed up with his subordinates without fear.