Angelet quickly went to meet the officer, Grayson Shadonbrek, one of Lothar's lieutenants.
"Grayson, where's the Lord?"
"The Lord is at the dock. He has noticed your team and ordered you to lead the troops to guard the city gate of the dock area to buy time for the soldiers and civilians to retreat. We will abandon Stormwind City."
Angele angrily demanded, "Why is it my team? Are you sending my men to their deaths by covering their retreat in this situation?"
Grayson said anxiously, "It's not just you. All the remaining organized troops have been transferred to the defense. Your orders were only to hold the city gates, while Peter and Abner were ordered to lead a cavalry countercharge to delay the tribe's attack."
"How long do I need to guard it then?"
"Four hours. Lieutenant Commander Tyrosus is maintaining order during the evacuation. He'll leave two evacuation ships for you. Hurry and deploy them. I need to pass on the message to the others!"
Angelet had no choice but to lead his team to the city gate and wait for the arrival of the tribal army. He looked at other areas of Stormwind City. Fires were burning, golden lion flags were falling from one area to another, and crying sounds were heard in the distance. He couldn't help but feel indignant. The soldiers had fought hard for many days, but the victory was influenced by an assassin.
However, he soon gave up some boring emotions. The tribe's army had already attacked the city gate. Groups of green-skinned, fanged orc warriors rushed up with battle axes. These orc warriors were very powerful. Angele led his men to fight them to the death, but they were still retreating. Fortunately, two teams of reinforcements came to reinforce Angele's team, so they did not collapse immediately.
Time passed by, many soldiers fell, and Angele was becoming increasingly exhausted. He shouted, "Retreat! We can't hold on any longer."
"No, sir, we've been abandoned!" a soldier suddenly shouted. Angelet turned around and saw the last two ships had already started moving, heading north. Shocked and furious, he cursed, "Tyrosus, you son of a bitch! If I see you again, I'll chop you in half."
But more and more soldiers discovered this scene, and they couldn't help but wail in despair. Many of them lost their fighting spirit and were chopped to the ground by the tribal soldiers. There were fewer and fewer soldiers next to Angele, and many brothers who had followed him for many years died in battle. In the end, only he and another seriously injured companion were left, forced into a corner.
Faced with his companions dying one after another and the orcs surrounding him, he had already put his own life and death aside. He made up his mind and cursed the orcs around him: "Tosar Cok! Tosar Cok!"
His pronunciation of Orcish was not standard, but the orcs around him had understood what he said, and each of them had an angry look on their face. One warrior even raised his axe to chop, but was quickly held down by his companions. The orcs surrounded him, but did not move forward.
Angele was a little surprised. He didn't understand what this sentence meant, but when he led his troops to fight against the orcs, many orcs had cursed him like this when they were surrounded, so he remembered the pronunciation of this sentence. Just now, he just wanted to curse a few times to get it over with. He looked coldly at the orcs around him. After all, the worst that could happen was death.
The orcs made way, and a nearly two-meter-tall bearded one-eyed orc came forward with two heads hanging on his waist. Angele recognized them. One was the captain of the knight Abner who led the counter-charge, and the other was also a famous warrior in the city defense army. He spoke a few words to Angele, and when he saw that Angele didn't understand, he roared at an orc shaman beside him.
The shaman cast a non-threatening spell on Angele, who understood what the one-eyed orc said:
"Human, what qualifications do you have to call the great warriors of the Warsong clan cowards?"
Angele didn't answer. He just looked coldly at the orc opposite him. The orc continued:
"But a warrior as strong as you really shouldn't die under siege. Your head deserves to be one of my trophies."
"Under the witness of our ancestors, I, Captain Isaac of the Warsong Clan, will fight you in the sacred Battle of Makgora to the death, in order to uphold the honor of the Warsong Clan!"
As Makgola uttered these words, the surrounding orcs roared fanatically, staring at the two of them with bloodthirsty eyes.
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