Chapter 3: The War of Nanhai Town

Troll blood, a precious material in the eyes of alchemists, and a necessary poison in the eyes of assassins

The thought surged in Galenrad's mind, but as Lor'themar, there was no need to deceive him, especially since the front lines had been breached and the elves could not escape

In this moment, the roar of battle replaced the command, and all warriors, regardless of whether they were human or orc, began the most brutal and frenzied slaughter

He is completely indifferent to the humans and orcs of Nanhai Town; he only cares about one thing

Lothar Mar Saron

At your command

Humanity! Retreat! Quickly! Reinforcements are coming!

The port in Nanhai Town, capable of accommodating 7 ships simultaneously, has been completely shrouded in the smoke of burning debris. The charred remains of the vessels drift alone in the water, while beneath the capsized orcish canoe, the grotesque bodies of invaders slowly sink into the sea

Because they cannot be returned

He turned his head and said to Rogério beside him

I can endure that fool Lothar dying on the battlefield as a warrior, but I cannot allow them to be slaughtered in such a despicable manner! There is not a single tenet in the Way of the Wanderers that teaches us to abandon our comrades and fellow countrymen in such circumstances

You may become a monster, but the question is whether you will die as a hero or take revenge for your companions as a monster

In this moment, the silent Lothar raised his already swollen left hand, with 5 fingers spread apart, representing an indication of a certain coordinate among the travelers

The knight's armor collar was seized, and Tyrion looked at him and asked in a low voice

Oh, by the way. I forgot to mention, you don't need to drink it all... one third is enough

I... I want to give it a try

The previous leader was a lady named Aurelia Windrunner, but a few days ago she went to Dalaran under the escort of knights. She was succeeded by a gentleman, whose name seems to be Theron... I apologize, he is not very fond of speaking, and his name is quite difficult to remember; I always forget it.

Due to excessive pain and bleeding, El, with a pale complexion, gritted his teeth and nodded. He reached out to take the bag of troll blood that Tyrian handed over, the foul smell making him feel nauseous. His arm trembled, but in the end, he drank the warm blood in one gulp

As he watched the front line about to collapse in the next moment, Gavin Lard could no longer afford to dwell on the doubts he had previously entertained. With a sense of tragic determination, he raised his heavy sword and prepared to charge at these damned invaders who had destroyed his homeland for one final battle

Tyrion shook his head in disbelief: "What a unfortunate fellow!"

He let out a sigh, rubbed his temples, and released the already severely injured knight. He looked at him, stroking his chin, and after a moment, Tyrion spoke:

General! Be careful!

He was executing a long-range precision sniping, a skill that only true elite rangers could master. Beside him, a formation of over 20 Quel'Thalas rangers, who were still able to continue fighting, firmly suppressed the orcs that surged towards the port steps like a tidal wave from above.

Is it acceptable to just leave him here like this

The entire Nanhai Town has over 1,000 injured and 150 exhausted priests. Once the defense line is breached, it will inevitably lead to a horrifying massacre. When the decisive battle between the Human Alliance and the Orc Tribes begins, such a massacre will shatter the morale of the army

This also proves that being distracted on the battlefield is undoubtedly a suicidal behavior

The once proud knight, now with blood-stained eyes, shone with a pleading light in this moment. However, Tyrian was not a novice on the battlefield; after reaching adulthood, he began to hunt trolls alone. Over the course of nearly 100 years, Tyrian had witnessed death far more than this knight, by at least tenfold.

At that very moment, a flag resembling a burning phoenix suddenly rose on the beach on the other side of the coastline of Nanhai Town. Teryon, mounted on his warhorse and holding the battle flag, charged up the hillside on the other side of Nanhai Town. With a glance, he saw the predicament facing the port less than 300 yards away.

Compared to 4 years ago, he has grown a beard, appearing much more mature and also much more indifferent. With each sound of the bowstring, on the ever-turbulent surface of the sea before him, there is always a small boat filled with green-skinned orcs capsizing amidst the raging flames of war on the vast ocean

You also do not wish to die in such a meaningless way, do you

Our camp does not permit outsiders to enter. As for this knight, if he is fortunate enough to activate his self-healing ability, he will surely survive; if he cannot, the troll's toxic blood will silently kill him. This is his fate, and fate... has never been a matter we need to consider

Tyrion shrugged his shoulders and retorted

A gap has appeared in the front line, and even though the fearless knights, amidst their unified shouts, attempt to block the breach with their weapons, heavy shields, and bodies, the originally resilient defense is gradually being forcefully breached by the violent orcs amidst the carnage, screams, and cries for help.

Those elven warriors were assigned to rest in South Sea Town; they had just fought a battle with the orcs and had many wounded who needed to recuperate I swear, this was not intentional on our part, it was purely an accident

Sailent, raise the Phoenix flag

Tyrion interrupted Knight Ael's explanation, and his question left Ael momentarily stunned. The knight struggled to recall the events, and after a moment, he hesitantly replied:

Just ten seconds after Gavin Lard charged into the battlefield, the usually silent Ranger Captain Lothamar, who even communicated tactics through gestures, suddenly shouted:

Those rangers who voluntarily came to assist you should be in the Arathi Highlands! How could they appear in Southshore?

It is like a pot of disgusting mixed soup

It is time for us to join the battlefield

Even when Stormwind fell, I had never seen such a frenzied assault from them... Today, perhaps...

Send those damned orcs back to their hell! Fire!

Do you still want to bring him back to the camp

The adventurers swiftly left the woods under the leadership of their captain. There were many preparations to be made before the battle, while the corpses of the trolls were piled together, already beginning to burn and emitting a terrible odor. Rogério stepped forward, holding a knight's water pouch, which contained a certain pungent liquid.

Hero ... or monster? You decide for yourself

A knight clad in plate armor charged out from the side, tackling Gavin Ladd to the ground. At the same time, four flying axes whistled past the spot where Gavin Ladd had just been, striking fiercely against the wooden pillar behind him, sending wood chips flying in all directions. The brute strength of these orcs is truly terrifying

The orcs' menacing weapons swung through the air, accompanied by their grinning faces, the stench of blood, and the sound of clashing weapons. A soldier was struck by an orc's heavy hammer, his body flying through the air like a silent stone, crashing down at the general's feet. His lifeless, pale eyes met the general's gaze, and the blood contrasted with his twisted corpse, causing Gavinrad's resolve to begin to waver

We set off

On the distant sea, a dilapidated warship flew the flag of an orc tribe. Due to the great distance, it was impossible to discern which tribe of orcs it belonged to, but the red flag fluttering in the wind was as crimson as blood

You will not die ... ... Hmm, perhaps not

Thus, at the command of Gavinrad, the soldiers uniformly retreated into the recess on the inner side of the port. The orcs, seeing the troublesome human knights retreat, let out excited war cries, brandishing their fierce and brutal weapons, ready to charge forward and wreak havoc. However, they were halted in their tracks by arrows shot by the elves.

Tyrion rode on his white warhorse, and behind him, Serenth Firewing, the captain of the First Expeditionary Force, silently planted a fluttering crimson phoenix flag into the saddle of his steed, which was not a symbol of ostentation

But Knight Ael could no longer hear, as he had been rendered unconscious by a strong stimulus. Seeing this situation, Tyrion reached out and pulled down a few branches from the side to cover Ael. After completing this, he turned around and left without hesitation

At your command, Captain

After he finished drinking, Tyrion then said softly

For the alliance

After valiantly cutting down an orc warrior, the general paused his attack, catching his breath. He looked anxiously at the orc ships on the sea that were continuously capsizing, as well as the orc warriors charging to their deaths under the fire of the elven rangers. The ominous feeling within him grew ever heavier.

Tyrion's clear voice rang out amidst the smoke of the battlefield, reaching the ears of the exhausted soldiers of the Alliance like the most beautiful celestial music

The fall of Galenrad triggered a chain reaction; he dazedly got up from the ground and what he saw was the orc in front of him roaring, as well as the defenses being breached bit by bit.

Either do it or do not do it! There has never been an option to just try it!

Swish!

Compared to the life or death of a single human knight, we have more important matters to attend to! Rog, send a brother to Dunhold Castle to inform the lord about the attack on Southsea Town... Then return to the camp to oversee affairs. Until I return, no one is allowed to enter the camp. Do you understand?

Rangers! Longest Throw Formation!

Qiao whispered, and this statement made Tyrion squint his eyes. He stuffed the water pouch into the knight's hand and patted his shoulder

It is terrible! The situation is too dire!

"The bodies of those trolls have not been burned yet, have they? Go fetch some blood to pour into him... I recall that during the War of Arathi three thousand years ago, there were instances of humans consuming troll blood in dire situations, resulting in a slight ability to heal themselves... You see, I have given you the opportunity, knight; whether you can survive now depends on your own will."

Tyrion held the water pouch in his hand, looking at the knight Ael, who had just opened his eyes. He softly asked:

This decisiveness left Rogério momentarily stunned, and he asked:

Tyrion flicked the reins of the horse in his hand downward, and the Quildore warhorse, adorned with short black horns atop its head, let out a neigh reminiscent of the legendary unicorn. It galloped swiftly, carrying its rider towards the town of Nanhai in the southeastern hills.

He leaned down and whispered in the knight's ear

The Phoenix Battle Flag itself is a magical item. When they approached Nanhai Town, if Lor'themar Theron had not yet died, he would naturally have received news of their arrival.

On the other side, at the dock of Nanhai Town, the ranger captain Lothar Selun, clad in red chainmail and adorned with a fiery red phoenix cloak, held a massive golden war bow intricately engraved with the phoenix emblem, nocking specially crafted armor-piercing arrows. The silent ranger's shooting movements were not swift, yet with each shot, a storm-like sound erupted.

That thing is like an offshore platform, continuously sending green-skinned, grimacing beastmen soldiers with two snow-white tusks protruding from their mouths, large nostrils, and black hair onto small boats. The savage tribe is attempting to infiltrate and destroy the defenses of Nanhai Town in this manner

Who is their leader

Therefore, return to the camp at the fastest speed now

In front of the steps, the valiant human knights, led by General Gavinrad, steadfastly defended the entrance to the port. Despite the fact that every second saw comrades felled by the orcs' frenzied throwing axes, they did not retreat a single step

Kill! Kill! Annihilate this group of green-skinned ones!

Having witnessed enough death, your heart will naturally become very cold and hard

Swish

Support? Where else do we have support?

Ten minutes later, 100 fully armed rangers were already mounted on the Quel'dorei warhorses provided by the camp. These warhorses were the result of research conducted by a mage from Quel'Thalas a thousand years ago, who attempted to breed warhorses among the high elves. They possess greater endurance than human warhorses, can carry more weight, and are also more expensive

His eyes were fixed on Al like a hawk, and the latter felt as if he were being targeted by a beast. He swallowed hard and said with difficulty

Listen to me, adventurers

Tyrion looked towards the southwest and said in a low voice

The knight named Ael fell silent, and Tyrion chose to ignore it. In his hand appeared a hawk whistle, and in the next moment, a sharp whistle echoed through the forest. Before long, 120 rangers, who were cleaning up the battlefield, quickly gathered in the forest

Lothar, you all know him, the former commander of the prisoner of war camp. I am not well acquainted with him, but I know he is our colleague. He is protecting our wounded in Nanhai Town, our compatriots, and now, a group of orcs is going to kill them