Duque was a pure person. Other than what he had learned from those 10 terabytes of romantic action movies, he was as pure as a saint … Well, in theory.
Come to think of it, if he longed for any kind of tender love from the Windrunner, he would have to eat a moronic pill to be able to do so. A mixture of wildness and nobility was the biggest trademark of the Windrunner family.
If he liked someone, he liked them. If he hated them, he hated them. There was no need to hide it. The women of the Windrunner family were so straightforward and pure.
However, after a little anger, Cirvanas suddenly realized that he actually had no reason to be angry. He felt that his elder sister and Duque did have that kind of taste. At the end of the day, it seemed that she and Duque weren't even lovers.
Moreover, one look and he knew that Duque didn't do it on purpose.
Moreover, Duque was really exhausted during this period of time.
Silvermoon City didn't lack mages, and they were also the most pampered ones.
Well, today's weather isn't good, so it's not suitable for anything. I, the Pharaoh, am not serving. I'm going on strike.
The cat next door was in heat last night, so I didn't sleep well. I won't do anything today.
Tomorrow seems to be cloudy. I'm not in a good mood, so I won't do anything tomorrow.
Endless years of emptiness had created the unique arrogance of the Silvermoon Council. If a young and promising mage like Duque was placed in the High Elves, wouldn't he be arrogant to the point of death?
But for the sake of the Alliance, for the safety of more people, Duque still did it without any hesitation. In a situation where he didn't receive any support.
From Cirvanas' point of view, Duque was doing ten jobs by himself, using his strength and hard work to fill in the gap left by the departure of Aurelia and the Rangers.
In this regard, Duque did it flawlessly.
They were clearly more than friends, but not lovers. Why could his elder sister and Duque trust and tolerate each other so much?
His elder sister was willing to go to jail for three months for Duque without any regrets.
In order to not let his elder sister lose her trust, Duque single-handedly carried the entire line of defense.
Cirvanas, who was biting her lower lip, suddenly felt a little envious of the vague yet sincere relationship between her elder sister and Duque.
Looking at Duque's bitter face, Cirvanas found that he couldn't get angry.
"Does it hurt?"
"Fortunately, at least it wasn't an axe from the tribe." Duque smiled bitterly.
Sylvanas raised her long golden eyebrows. "I won't apologize. But … I will protect you with my life until you leave safely. "
Duque curled his lips. 'Queen Sylvanas is really an awkward person.'
Tonight, as always, Duque used the time difference to defend. Of course, tonight was a little different. The Horde felt that it wasn't good for there to be no progress after so many nights. Tonight, the Horde sent out a few companies of orcs to test the waters.
These Orc Warriors from small clans were basically cannon fodder, so Redd Blackhand didn't care about them.
A report woke Red up.
"What!? Some soldiers reported that there was no one in the enemy's position at all. It was just a group of mages using Hand of Magic to control the ballistae? "Redd immediately realized his mistake.
The humans had long been unable to hold on, but in order to let more people evacuate, they adopted the strategy of using elites to cover the rear.
"Immediately send the Blackfury, Wind Raven, and Redfeather clans to attack overnight." Redd casually yelled out a few names of small clans that he almost couldn't remember himself.
A total of only five thousand people launched an attack to test the waters.
Although an hour later, there were reports of heavy casualties among the attacking troops, but more accurate reports came in — there were no soldiers in all the human sniping positions. It was estimated that one or a few mages were using Hand of Magic to control the ballistae and various kinds of crossbows back and forth at high speed.
The current Redd Blackhand was far from the boss-level guy in the future. At least he was a qualified commander. He immediately realized the intention of the humans. Since this natural stronghold couldn't be defended, then more troops should be withdrawn back to Torrential Fortress and layers of defense.
The more soldiers the humans withdrew now, the harder it would be to attack Torrential Fortress, the capital of the humans in the Arathi Highlands.
"Mobilize the entire army! When the sun rises, we will attack! "
In the urgent sound of the bugle, the tribes began to assemble. The army from the various military camps in the rear areas of the wetlands converged on the south bank of Sador Bridge. Nearly a hundred thousand Orc labourers were spurred to pile up a large number of large stones used to fill the sea, ready to fill up the last stretch of the channel at dawn for the army to pass through.
Cold light flashed in the darkness, and the long fangs of the Orcs glowed with a bloodthirsty dark light under the moonlight.
In the anxious waiting, the sun finally rose.
Redd waved his hand, and the bugler blew a heavy horn.
"Woo woo woo —"
It urged the Orcs to bite the last of the human troops to cover the rear.
As Rend had expected, almost all the positions were empty. There were no skilled craftsmen left, and the last group of craftsmen had already evacuated last night.
"At least ten hours. They left behind everything that would slow them down. "The scout's report made Redd Blackhand's face darken.
A group of strong craftsmen, prepared to evacuate in the dark without any burden, even if they were slow, ten hours would be enough for them to travel fifty kilometers. Maybe in three hours, they could reach Riptide Castle, a hundred kilometers away.
"Let the Wolf Riders cross Sador Bridge at full speed, chase! Catch up as much as you can! "
The Wolf Riders riding huge war wolves waved their huge machetes and galloped across the bridge, accompanied by the roars of the war wolves. Even though most of the war wolves' huge and sharp claws were retracted into the pads of their feet, the claws that were still exposed scraped the hard bridge surface, making a harsh sound.
Thousands of Wolf Riders were about to pass through the position at the north end of the bridge.
At this moment, on the position that had clearly been investigated by the scouts and was already empty, all the ballistae and pre-loaded arrows suddenly moved.
Manipulating them was, naturally, the Hands of Magic that emitted a soft arcane glow.
"Ambush!!" The leading Wolf Rider captain let out a shuddering roar.
It was too late!
In the next second, the entire sky was filled with the harsh sound of sharp arrows breaking through the wind.
Who would have thought that there would be an ambush on this position that had been investigated by the scouts?
The Wolf Riders were a pure offensive unit, with strong attack power, speed, and endurance, but the armor of the Wolf Riders was still only at the light cavalry level.
Encountering this kind of deliberate ambush, no less than three thousand Wolf Riders were immediately annihilated.
Countless arrows pierced through the weak leather armor of the Wolf Riders and shot into the bodies of the Wolf Riders and war wolves, but there was nowhere to hide in the narrow passage in the middle of the position and on the bridge. Those arrows, as if they had eyes, accurately shot into their vitals.
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