The alliance and the tribe collided fiercely in the Lordaeron King, and people fell down every moment, and the fierce fighting sounded throughout the sky. The alliance had recovered its morale after Brad became a marshal, and they obviously felt that the pressure was much looser. The ordinary warriors of the tribe were still excited. They did not know that they were on the verge of failure and thought that the great victory would belong to them. As long as they broke through the defense line of the alliance, the tribe would no longer have any obstacles.

Dennis is an ordinary Alliance soldier, only nineteen years old. Due to the urgent war, he joined the recruitment camp. After three months of intense training, he joined the army. Now he is a second-level soldier. This is his first time participating in a cruel battle.

He experienced the despair just now in the rear. The Marshal died in battle. He thought that the sky was about to fall. At that time, he was his hometown, his home, his parents, his beautiful wife and his newborn son, and he wanted to protect them.

Just when he was in despair, the deputy commander appeared and he became the marshal. Although he had never been to the battlefield, he had heard countless legends of this legendary commander in his hometown. He has always regarded this marshal who is younger than him as his idol. He did not expect that he could become a marshal and a general was his greatest wish.

Although he had heard countless legends, this was the first time he had seen the terribleness of the tribe. These orcs were indeed as ugly and ferocious as the rumors were. They were strong and fierce in combat. If it weren't for the marshal's flag still fluttering in the wind, he would have really had the urge to escape.

Looking at his comrades-in-arms who were fighting hard ahead, he was filled with shock. Countless humans fell on this battlefield forever, and saw countless hideous orcs killed by their comrades.

"Young man, don't be nervous. After this battle, you will be a qualified soldier." The Chief of the Sergeant patted his shoulder and said. The Chief of the Sergeant was an uncle full of beard, and his eyes were full of perseverance and encouragement.

"I am a qualified soldier now." Dennis tightened the weapons in his hand and said loudly. Seeing the veterans laughing with deep meaning, Dennis blushed: "You see, I'm young, right? The marshal is so young that he can lead the alliance army. I'm even bigger than him, and I will definitely become a great general."

"Boy, how could you compare with the marshal? According to what you said, I am in my thirties and I am a sect chief. Wouldn't it be ignorant? Their smile is not to laugh at you. When you survive this battle, you will understand why they laugh. Remember what the instructor teaches you during training, how much you master will affect your life."

"I remember everything. I am the best one in the new recruits." Dennis dared not refute the Chief, but he still argued slightly.

After a while, he couldn't help asking, "Sir, we will win under the leadership of the marshal?"

The chief sergeant looked at the battlefield ahead and said with a firm expression: "We will win, we will definitely."

In the end, all the soldiers in front died. The chief sergeant drew his sword and shouted: "For the Alliance."

"For the Alliance!" the soldiers shouted, and rushed towards the orcs suddenly, replacing the empty space ahead.

He didn't feel how scared he felt until he stepped on his comrades and enemies' bodies. He was scared. It was not until this time that he knew what the veterans were laughing at.

"Die the little baby in the alliance." A tall orc slammed Dennis hard with his flesh-and-blooded wolf teeth.

Dennis's brain was blank, and he could not think of the response strategy he had trained at all. Just as he was helplessly waiting for death to come, he was kicked out. The chief sergeant rushed over and hit his mace hard on his breastplate, and the long sword in his hand also pierced into the orc's heart.

Although the sound of the broken ribs was not loud, it rang Dennis's heart like an alarm bell. The soldiers of the alliance replenished their positions from the rear and continued to fight with the pounced alliance.

Dennis tried desperately to climb from the body to the Chief of the Sir. Without the fear he had just now, he helped the Chief of the Sir. He shouted with tears in his eyes and said, "Sir, you are fine."

The chief officer opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at his young face, and smiled hard and said, "Young man, you said that you are already a qualified soldier. The soldier will not cry like a child."

Dennis shouted wildly: "I am not worthy of being a warrior. Why, why do you sacrifice yourself to save me? I am so useless, why don't you let me die?"

"Young man, you have to understand that warriors also need to grow. Believe in yourself, you will definitely become a qualified warrior." The Chief's voice gradually weakened.

"No!" Hot tears fell from the corner of his eyes. He knew that the commander was about to die, and roared in a low voice with guilt and annoyance: "Why, why do you want to save a coward?"

"Because I see hope in you, because you still have family to take care of, because you are my soldier." The Chief of the Sgt. showed a happy smile, and his voice gradually became vague: "Dennis, I saw the calm little lake in the Shepherd Town, my wife and daughter were waving like me. I have made them wait for a long time, so I can't..."

"No..." Dennis put the Chief of Staff in his arms with a happy smile onto the ground, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, grabbed the Chief of Staff's weapon, stood up and looked at the orcs in the distance, and roared: "I am a qualified soldier. The Chief is right. My home is behind me. I cannot retreat, let alone die..."

As he said that, he took a last look at the Chief Sgt. He rushed to the orc with agility. He no longer had cowardice and hesitation in his heart, and only had the courage to move forward.

Brad was recovering his magic power. Due to the mana potion, he recovered from seventy-seven or eighty-eight. Although he had not reached his peak, he could barely fight. Seeing Orgrim leaving after seeing an orc scout, Brad slowly stood up and shouted loudly: "Ogrim, are you afraid, are you going to run away?"

Orgrim, who had turned around, suddenly shook when he heard Brad's shout, turned around and roared: "Human, orcs never knew what cowardice is. You won this game again. I am going to punish the damn traitor now, even if he dies."

"That's it." Brad held the holy sword in one hand and held the cane in the other hand, took a few steps forward, and said, "Let me guess, well, it's your orcs who bit the dog and cause internal strife. But, forgive me for being ignorant, can you tell me who has such a great influence?"

Orgrim paused for a moment before saying, "No matter how mocking me, you are the winner, you have the qualifications. It's nothing to tell you, that mouse is Gul'dan who was killed by you."

"Gul'dan? Sure enough." Brad immediately understood and said, "If I guessed correctly, he should go to the Endless Sea, where there is something he should need."

"I have always been puzzled. Why do you know so much about the tribe? Why do I always feel that you know our actions? Are there other traitors in the tribe?" Orgrim stared at Brad's eyes tightly. This was his biggest doubt and the most unwilling thing. If he didn't understand, he would die with his eyes open.

"This is actually very simple." Brad mocked, "Guess?"

Orgrim took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said, "I'm going to lead the troops to chase that traitor now, which will be good for you, right?"

"It's true." Brad took a few steps forward again, his eyes full of coldness. "But I don't want to do this. I said, you must die today. Now you have lost, and it's time to send you on the road. I don't want the Marshal to wait for a long time."

"You lunatic." Orgrim turned around and grabbed the warhammer tightly.

"You have no other choice. Today, in this place, only one of you and me can survive." Brad suddenly laughed and said lightly: "Let the battle stop, there are enough people dead. Orgrim, fight with me to the death. If I win, I will not kill the orcs that I cast."

"If I win, do you guarantee the league will invest?" Orgrim asked.

"Hahaha……"

"What are you laughing at?" Orgrim continued: "Since it's a bet, you can't help but give your chips."

"It's ridiculous, you're so naive. Do you think you still have a choice at this point? If I win, saving the lives of these orcs is the biggest bargaining chip. The tribe has failed, and this has become a foregone conclusion. Even if I'm away now, you can't change this ending."

Orgrim closed his eyes in pain. He knew that Brad was right. Even if he killed Brad, he could not change the end of his defeat. He really failed. He originally planned to kill Gul'dan first and then take as many orcs as possible back to his hometown. But now Brad's conditions have moved him.

"Okay, I promise to duel with you. But how do you guarantee that after I kill you, they will not repent and kill us all?"

Brad was silent for a while before saying, "In this way, as long as you vote now, I will announce my decision in front of all the generals of the alliance and tribe, so you can feel at ease. As for Gul'dan, you can rest assured. I may tell you with certainty that he is dead this time. The idiot who was blinded by the power, he had no idea what kind of existence he was looking for."

Orgrim held the warhammer tightly, and the arc on the warhammer was unstable. He wanted to speak several times, but he held it back.

"You can hesitate, and every time you delay a while, more people will die." Brad's cold voice came into Orgrim's ears.

Orgrim struggled painfully, and after a long time, he suddenly raised his head... (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!)
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