In the next battle, there was no place for Diago to use. Whether it was the orcs and boars in the camp, or the taurens and centaurs outside the camp, they were all melee. Both sides were entangled, and it was easy to cause accidental injuries if they fired.

Diago walked towards the druids with a musket. They were about to go to support the taurens at the gap in the camp. Seeing his arrival, Masley came out and greeted him.

"Beautiful job, Diago!" he shouted from afar, complaining in his tone, "You have left us completely dead!"

"Without your help, I wouldn't have stopped them alone," Diago said with some regret. "It's a pity that I didn't see the bad orcs that Sauk said..."

He suddenly closed his mouth because he saw Masley opposite him looking at him in horror. No, he was looking behind him. The night elves opened their mouths wide, as if they wanted to say something.

Diago instinctively realized the danger, so he rushed to the side and fell to his left. He did not dare to fall ahead of him because he was afraid that there was a throat-cutting dagger waiting for him to come up under his neck.

Before he could land, Diago heard a tingling sound from behind, and the Misilian mail saved his life again. He rolled sideways in the air, pointing the gun in his hand behind him.

He saw an orc thief looking at him in surprise, as if he was wondering why the dagger in his hand failed to play.

"Hey, hello!" Diago greeted softly, and then he pulled the trigger. A bullet burst out from the flower of flame blooming at the muzzle, hitting the thief directly on the chest, knocking him back and falling.

But before he could land, a giant bear had already charged forward and hit the orc with a "bang". Diago dared to bet that he had heard at least five sounds of bone breaking. Then, the giant bear slapped it with one claw and slapped the orc to the ground, smashing a huge piece of dust.

"Okay, Masley, enough! He is dead!" Diago's eyes twitched a few times, and quickly stopped Big Bear's corpse abuse.

He walked up and pulled the orc's head with the barrel. Perhaps the neck bone had been broken, and the orc's head was turned over weakly, revealing the tattoo on one cheek. It was a long sword pattern surrounded by flames.

"What is this?" Masley asked strangely.

"The Fire Blade Clan, maybe they're doing it behind the scenes." Diago replied. He knew that he had already had evidence to point all this to the Fire Blade Clan. "Take this corpse, it's very valuable."

"Okay, listen to you," said Masley, who turned back into human form, dragging the corpse's ankles with one hand and walking towards the Taurus Druids.

The people who came over were full of admiration. The battle just now was extremely fast and the rabbits were rising and falling. They didn't even react, and everything was over.

This gaze made Masley very fluttering. He threw the body towards a young tauren druid: "Look at it, this corpse is very valuable. Perhaps we can find clues about the main messenger behind this attack from this corpse."

The latter hurriedly picked it up and tied it behind the saddle of Kodo.

They rushed towards the camp. At this time, the battle there was nearing its end. The broken centaur army was like a stray dog, panicked around the camp and fled to the south. The Taurus cavalry did not pursue it - they could not catch up, but would be kiteless by the centaurs until they died - but blocked the gap in the fortress and closed the door and beat the dog.

When facing races that are weaker than them, wild boars are often more brave than anyone else, but once the situation is unfavorable, their courage will fade away immediately. For them, escaping - they call strategic advancement - or even surrender, is not so unacceptable. At least by this method, after losing the protection of the demigod Agamagan, the wild boars are barely survived in the cracks of various races. Of course, it is not so pleasant.

When Diago arrived at the camp, he saw the scene of wild boars kneeling all over the ground. Some orcs were angrily confiscating their weapons and driving them to the beast clan of the camp, where they would be under the custody of the wolves eyeing them. For these ferocious beasts, these unarmed prisoners were no more difficult to deal with than a group of hares.

This process of driving away is definitely not civilized. Orcs who have lost many comrades in their arms will inevitably have to fill these robbers with old fists, but no one will do the job of killing prisoners. Because no matter how irritable it is, for the orcs, killing unarmed prisoners will never be considered a glorious thing, let alone so many Taurus allies watching.

Diago came to the camp gate - not the broken gap, and saw Bain Bloodhoof and Dezko waiting there. This was the courtesy of the Tauren, because entering any barracks must obtain the consent of the guardians, even if it was broken, even if they were rescuers here.

"Salute to you, you won a great victory worth erecting a monument!" Diago smiled and congratulated him formally.

"It is our victory, because you have your credit," Bain corrected, "we will be recorded in the orcs' songs and sung forever."

In fact, orcs have always been not as barbaric and ignorant as humans. They have simple hieroglyphs, but they are not popular - similar to humans, literacy has always been the right of a few people - traditions, precepts and history are mostly spread and inherited through oral narration and folk songs. There are many kinds of folk songs of orcs, including those that record famous figures, and those that record large historical events. Of course, there are also some songs used to encourage morale - they generally call them war songs.

"I don't think they will allow a human to appear in their own ballads," Diago said.

Bain wanted to say something, but at this moment, an orc walked towards him. He was wearing a pair of iron-gray plate armor—not the whole set, only a few pieces, covering important parts—and was conspicuously covered with some blood. He was carrying a big stick with iron at the top, and he had a chaotic black beard, and his bare head was bare. Following him, Usek, his adjutant.

"Kal? Battle Scar." Seeing the tauren waiting at the door, Usek hurriedly walked up and introduced to them, "One of our best commanders of the signpost."

Then he turned around and introduced to his chief: "This is Bain Bloodhoof, the son of the Taurus Chief, and the commander of the mission to rescue us. This is Dezko Morning Chaser, the second in command of the mission. This is the nobleman from the Storm Kingdom, Viscount Diago Asnar, and this one, the druid from the Night Elf Kingdom, Lord Masley Bearspie."

"Thank you for your timely arrival, which saved many lives." Although he was a little surprised by the complexity of this team, Kagal Zhanhen still bowed deeply and expressed his gratitude to their rescue. The group returned the gifts one after another.

"Please come in and have some rest. I think you will definitely be more tired than us when you rush to help you for a long distance," he enthusiastically invited everyone into the camp. "But it is precisely because of your arrival that we have not been stolen and we can still enjoy some things left to entertain you."
Chapter completed!