It was late at night, and everything in the Giant Hammer Fortress was quiet. Only the soldiers who had been tired for more than half a month were snoring one after another. Even the sentry guarding the door was sleeping tightly, but in the dark outside the fortress, shadows were moving silently.

Unaware of it, the fortress gate was slowly pushed open. The shadows passed through the gates and sneaked into rooms, launching a ruthless massacre. When they walked out of the room again, the daggers in each hand were covered with dripping blood.

Masley slept very deeply. He relaxed all over and leaned softly on the ground, not realizing that two black shadows had climbed the stairs along the stairs. The two black shadows tiptoed toward the giant bear, then raised their daggers and pointed them at their eyes.

Under the faint moonlight, the two black shadows revealed their true appearance. They were two goat-like monsters. Although they had torso like night elfs, they had many beast characteristics, such as goat-like long horns, anti-joint legs and hoof feet, and lion-like long tail. Their fingernails were as sharp as claws, while the fluffy purple hair covered most of the face-slimming, leaving only a sinister and evil face.

That was Sartre, the kind of demon that was best at stealth and assassination among the Burning Legion. In fact, they were not native demon races, but transformed from the corrosion of the fallen night elves. They have always lurked in remote corners of Azeroth, secretly serving their demon masters.

Sartre looked at each other and then stabbed hard together, but the moment they stabbed hard, a deafening thunder suddenly exploded in the air.

Masley, who was awakened by the thunder, suddenly opened his eyes, but saw two sharp daggers stabbing towards him. He instinctively wanted to turn his head to avoid this insidious attack, but he had just woken up and could not control his stiff body. He watched the dagger pierce his eyes. With a biting pain, the red blood covered his vision like a giant screen, and he could no longer see it!

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Masley screamed in horror and suddenly woke up from the deep nightmare. He sat up from the ground and looked around in fear. But he saw nothing. Sartre, who had not attacked, was still closed, and the heavy snoring of the soldiers was still echoing in the fortress.

It was just a nightmare! Realizing this, he let out a long sigh, and then he realized that his fur was soaked with sweat, which was cool and uncomfortable. He stood up, shook his body hard, and splashed the sweat beads everywhere. But at this sound, the thunder sounded again.

Wait, Lei Ming? He turned his head in confusion and looked in the direction where the thunder sound came. He was surprised to see that a fierce battle was going on in the wilderness several miles away to the east!

There is a fork in the road leading to the Sorrow Swamp and the Watch Castle. At this moment, thousands of people are fighting to the death. Human shouts and demons are endless. The sounds of weapons impact and musket shooting continue. From time to time, blazing fireballs cross the night sky, explode in the crowd, lit more than a dozen human-shaped candles.

"Damn it! What's going on?" Masley was shocked. He stretched his neck and looked over there, but after a few seconds, he jumped up suddenly. Because he saw a bright bullet mark tearing the night, almost passing through the entire battlefield and penetrated into a fear demon's body.

This is really familiar! Whether it is the holy light shining on the bullet or the low whistling sound when the musket is fired, there is no semicolon in the entire Azeroth except for Diago's death gaze!

He quickly transformed into a cheetah form and ran quickly into the fortress.

"At up, get up!" he shouted loudly as he ran.

But the soldiers were too tired, and they all slept hard, and no one woke up. He finally rushed into the room where Christopher was sleeping and slapped the latter's face with one paw.

"Get up, the devil is in!" he shouted loudly in his ear.

"Where? Where are they?" The captain of the guard who was sleeping in the scent of the sun climbed up from the ground, touched the sword he carried with him and waved it a few times in front of him. He tried hard to spread his sleepy eyes, trying to see who was in front of him.

Even though he had already taken a few steps back, Masley was almost cut by him. The big cat squatted aside and waited quietly for a few seconds. He didn't speak again after Christopher woke up.

"Just a few miles away, we are fighting with our people."

"Warring? Who led the team out? Why didn't you call me?" Christopher looked around and found that everyone in the room was still there, snoring and snoring. The two of them had been making noise for so long and didn't wake them up.

"It's not the Storm Whip, it's Diago. Your Lord is back with reinforcements!" Masley said excitedly.

"Are you sure?" The captain of the guard was stunned for a moment, and it took him a few seconds to realize what this meant.

"It's true!"

Christopher didn't say anything. He waved his clenched fists hard, walked to the other person who was sleeping soundly, and started to scream with kicks and kicks.

"Get up, damn it, get up quickly!"

A few minutes later, the entire Storm Whip appeared in the square in front of the fortress gate. Although they all looked sleepy and sluggish, they were still intact last night. Most of them fell asleep without even removing their armor. Now it seems that they have saved a lot of effort.

"Guys, Lord Lord has already rushed back to lead reinforcements and is fighting the demon cubs a few miles away," Christopher announced loudly in front of the queue. A burst of cheers rang out in the queue, but Christopher raised his hand to signal them to be quiet, "What should we do?"

"Is it necessary to say, of course I'm having sex with them!"

"Kick them hard on the butt!"

"I also need a demon horn as a heirloom!"

The soldiers shouted in a verbal voice. Looking at the excited and flushed soldiers, Masley suddenly realized that Diago was the spiritual pillar of this army. From the plague land to the western wilderness, to the curse land, to support them to follow them all the way, and even willing to die for him, the only thing that the fanaticism and loyalty to this saint cannot be replaced by anyone commanding it.

After a brief mobilization, the whip of the storm was quickly released. In order to ensure the suddenness of the attack, they did not set up a torch, but to save horsepower, they kept walking with their war horses. However, the dragon cavalry wearing heavy armor rode their pack horses slowly along the way, and they had to dismount after they arrived at the battlefield, and what they needed to accumulate was the strength of the warriors, not the horses.

It is worth mentioning that even in the days when food was out of stock, no one proposed to kill horses and eat meat. The benefits of this practice are now fully reflected in the fact that all the soldiers of the Storm Whip are not short of mounts, and even the three priests in the army rode a few tame cold-blooded horses.

They walked in the dark for more than half an hour and finally arrived at the battlefield.

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Chapter completed!