"Your Majesty Daelin is fighting to the death with the evil orcs! Warriors of Alterac! Charge with me!"

"Kill all those greenskins!!"

"Ho ho ho!"

Second Lieutenant Drake, who could no longer contain his excitement, roared and followed Captain Blackmore. More than twenty knights charged towards the orcs. Behind them were hundreds of fully armed human infantry.

Frankly speaking, according to the slow running speed of the infantry, it is possible for the orcs to escape from the battlefield, but the problem is that seeing reinforcements coming from the human side, they are in the hinterland of the human kingdom. Once entangled, they can only be attacked in a steady stream.

The reinforcements that arrived were completely exhausted.

This terrible situation made even the most die-hard orcs feel frustrated, and their morale suddenly dropped to the point of collapse. Some desperate orcs even turned around and fled the battlefield. Demonic blood surged in their veins, bringing them

While violently violent, they also took away their honor. Today's orcs are no longer the noble race of the Draenor era. They are just a group of driven killers.

Never expect the glory of the Slayer...

The scene in front of him made Dai Lin almost desperate and extremely excited. He grabbed the knight's arm and shouted loudly:

"Look! We also have reinforcements! Who is this commander? I want to personally ask for credit for him at the Seven Nations Council!"

"That should be the commander of Durnholde Castle, the baron of the Kingdom of Alterac, Captain Blackmore, a veteran..."

The great knight Cyrus was also full of joy. He wiped the blood on his face and said to the lord hesitantly:

"But this captain's reputation is not very good. It is said that he likes to raise alien gladiators..."

"It's nothing, Cyrus! A good soldier should have this kind of barbaric hobby. As long as he can win the battle for us, he is a qualified soldier!"

Dai Lin shook his head, took another heavy sword from the hand of the knight, shook his head, and looked at the orc warlord Saurfang who slowly withdrew from the battlefield with Red's help. The familiar feeling of victory made the navy

The admiral's heart seemed to be filled with strength again. He gritted his teeth, swung his weapon again, and with the soldiers with high momentum, he fiercely rushed towards his prey who were already feeling fear.

"Greenskin, I am Daelin Proudmoore, your destroyer, don't try to escape from my hands!"
Chapter completed!