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Sir Lothar is leading a team of several hundred people to the Dark Swamp to investigate the situation.

Recently, soldiers from the Swamp of Sorrows reported to King Llane Wrynn in Stormwind that their outpost in the Swamp of Sorrows was attacked by a group of green trolls.

Of course, this is because humans do not know that the orc race exists, so they mistake orcs for trolls.

King Llane Wrynn therefore sent his childhood friend and leader of the Stormwind Brotherhood of the Iron Horse, Anduin Lothar, to investigate the details of the matter.

The Iron Horse Brotherhood is a military force affiliated with Stormwind City. It does not have many members, but each one is the elite among the elite.

If Wu Yue's panel is used to display strength, then more than half of the members will be shown as elite strength.

The remaining people also have their own strengths and are by no means weak, which also leads to their small number, only a few thousand people.

In Stormwind, the Iron Horse Brotherhood even has the same status as Stormwind's Royal Legion.

Therefore, Anduin Lothar, as the president of the Iron Brotherhood and one of the highest military generals in Stormwind, sent him to investigate this incident, which shows that King Llane attaches great importance to it.

Sir Lothar was walking on the moist soil of the Dark Swamp. Because of the abundant water, the ground was covered with dense, low plants.

The tall trees around blocked out the sunlight. The swamp looked very strange because of the lack of sunlight. It seemed as if there were pairs of invisible eyes watching them from the sparse fallen leaves around.

So far, Lothar and his men had only seen these strange-looking trolls not far from the camp in the Swamp of Sorrows, but after leaving the Swamp of Sorrows, he and his soldiers never saw them again.

Lothar had already discovered that the "trolls" were hiding their traces, but he was not worried because most of the hundreds of people he brought with him were members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood.

So even if they encounter those trolls, it will not bring them too much danger. If the number of trolls is small, they can deal with the matter directly. If the number of trolls is large, they can also retreat calmly.

But I don’t know if it’s a trick of God, but the things that everyone is very confident in doing well will not go so smoothly in the end.

Lothar is walking with his soldiers in the jungle of the Swamp of Sorrows. They are moving deeper into the Dark Swamp to explore the source of the appearance of the "trolls" this time.

At this time, Losa felt that something was wrong with the jungle. The jungle was too quiet. Since the beginning, the sounds in the jungle had decreased a lot.

He looked up at the birds in the trees. They stayed quietly in the trees, none of them flew down, and from time to time they looked towards the lush grass area ahead.

Lothar became alert and quietly ordered a soldier beside him to inform the others to prepare for battle.

Perhaps the soldier's actions were discovered by the orcs, but a large group of orcs rushed out from that area.

But Lothar had also completed his preparations for the battle. A group of warriors raised their shields and stood in the front, while archers raised their bows and arrows behind him.

Lothar watched intently the distance between the orcs and them, and when they got close, he shouted: "Shoot!"

After that, a large number of arrows were shot at the orcs, knocking many of the rushing orcs to the ground. The orcs also reacted and shot some sporadic arrows, but most of them were blocked by the shields of the soldiers in front. After the orc soldiers approached, the human warriors also rushed up.

At the moment of the confrontation, they felt immense pressure. Each of them was an elite soldier among humans.

But they felt tired when they raised their shields to face the force of the orcs' axes, which made them realize that their elite strength might be only slightly stronger than that of these orcs.

If an ordinary human soldier faced any of the orcs here, he would definitely be suppressed. What's more terrifying is that these orcs are pouring in from all directions.

“There seem to be quite a few of them.”

Lothar thought in his mind that now, he was using the long sword in his hand, Quel'Zaram, to continuously kill the orc warriors around him. His armor and sword were stained with the blood of orcs. He seemed to have turned into a slaughterer, continuously slaughtering the lives of orcs.

No orc could take the sword in his hand. Anyone who tried to do so had become the ghost of the sword in his hand. In just a short while, dozens of orcs had been chopped down to the ground by Lothar.

But no matter how many orcs he and his soldiers killed, nothing changed; they kept popping up.

At this moment, deep in the jungle, a green fireball suddenly appeared and hit a human warrior in the melee in front. The explosion swept him and several other humans around him.

Lothar looked in the direction of the fireball, where stood an orc who was slightly shorter than the other orcs, but the orcs around him unconsciously formed a circle around him.

The human hunters in the melee tried to shoot arrows at the orc warlock. The arrows flew accurately towards the warlock. The orcs around him used their bodies as a shield. Even if they were hit in the body, they kept cutting down the flying arrows.

More and more green flames appeared on the battlefield, and more and more orc warlocks appeared on the battlefield. Some even directly tied up the human warriors with the evil flames. The orc warlocks sucked their vitality out of their bodies. In a blink of an eye, the human warrior's body shriveled up, and the flames on the orc's body seemed to be even more vigorous.

Under such circumstances, Lothar had to issue an order, an order he had never thought of before coming here.

"Warriors, retreat."

Although the orcs could not understand human language, this did not prevent them from seeing the humans' actions clearly. They understood that the humans were beginning to retreat.

The orc commander seemed to have issued an order to pursue and surround the orcs. The orcs kept moving forward to block Lothar's way back. They formed a circle and surrounded the human warriors.

Lothar swung his sword and cut off half of the bodies of several orcs who were blocking the way back. He gave new orders to the warriors in his loud voice.

"Kill the orcs standing in our way and prepare to break out."

The melee continued, and the human side was divided into two teams. One team continued to block the attacking orcs in the front, and the other team forced back the orcs who were blocking their retreat from the rear.

The warlocks encountered some trouble at this time. Some human thieves mastered the power of shadow. They approached the warlocks with weak defense silently and stabbed them to the ground with daggers coated with poisonous venom.

But the moment they appeared, they were overwhelmed by the orcs around them. Only a few were able to escape the orc frenzy after the assassination. It was a one-for-one game.

The key lies in whether these warlocks dare to continue to come forward and exchange with humans. These thieves are also the elite of the Iron Horse Brotherhood.

This is also because they are in the jungle, and the terrain here provides these stealth fighters with a huge advantage, otherwise they would not be able to easily harvest the warlocks among the large number of orcs.

Few orcs fear death, but they need to consider whether it is worth risking the lives of so many orc warlocks for such a scouting team.

This race drank the blood of Mannoroth and had already become manic, but the warlocks, as spellcasting units among them, still retained some sanity.

But even though they knew they would die, many warlocks still followed the humans and attacked them, but the number of warlocks was much smaller than before.

The pressure on Lothar and his men suddenly decreased, and the team trying to break out kept moving backwards. At this rate, although they would lose a lot of people, they should have hope of breaking out in the end.

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A day later, Lothar was still trying to escape. They had successfully broken through several times, but were soon surrounded by the orcs who surged in again. They fought non-stop throughout the day.

They even had to continue their journey after only resting for a dozen minutes at night. They were even caught up by orcs once because of this dozen minutes of rest.

The enemies seemed to have discovered their unusual fighting power and were constantly sending more people to capture them.

Their original team of nearly 900 people was reduced to just over people. Only a few thieves were left in Lothar's team, and the other thieves sacrificed their lives in exchange for the death of the warlock who was chasing them.

Correspondingly, the number of warlocks chasing them is also small.

“It would be great if someone could pick them up.”

Lothar thought about it, but he quickly dismissed the idea. This place was still some distance away from the base in the Swamp of Sorrows. Even if they discovered something and rushed over, they would probably still face the problem of how to rescue them from the orcs.

It was already the afternoon of the next day, and they were continuing their journey, trying to reach the troop camp in the Swamp of Sorrows before the next orcs discovered them.

At this time, the roars of the barbarians were heard again around. After a day, Lothar confirmed that these barbarians were definitely not trolls.

He had experienced wars with the trolls and had a certain understanding of them. Through comparisons in various aspects, he realized that this was a completely new race that he had never seen before.

But no matter who they were, Lothar now had to face their encirclement again. A warlock who was a head taller than the surrounding orcs led the orcs to surround them again.

The orcs around him didn't seem to worry about him being ambushed, and there were no other orcs guarding him. He looked at Lothar and the others, with one corner of his mouth raised, and spoke in orcish, which Lothar could not understand.

"Finally found you"