Even if they desperately struggle to the death, even if they have exhausted all their life-saving skills, the end of the demons is still inevitable.
As if they were resting between a hammer and an anvil, the demons were hammered into powder by the two alliance armies inside and outside the city.
Except for the dozen or so living mouths that were deliberately left behind, all the others were killed.
The ogres fared better than the demons, and by the time the victors finally counted their captives, they had survived more than twenty of them.
However, after extracting the value of the information, what awaits them will be a hard labor that will last the rest of their lives—the Overwatch, which has been suffering from a shortage of manpower, has considerable experience in making the most of every labor force.
Commander Waynes stepped on the sludge of blood and rain and walked in the direction of the city gates.
There, a group of human soldiers was driving the last ogre captives into the fortress.
After most of the night's hard fighting, the soldiers looked equally exhausted, but each of them seemed full of energy and high morale, as if even another hard battle like this could not defeat them.
"Praise be to the Light, folks, and if it weren't for your timely assistance, I'm not sure I'd be able to make it to the sun tomorrow morning."
Waynes greeted him, lowered his body, and said gratefully.
"Praise forever!"
A lieutenant in his thirties stepped out of the crowd and greeted him.
He looked like his leader.
"Salute to you, sir, we've all seen your battles, and to be honest, you've fought very tenaciously, worthy of the Fort Watch Legion!"
The lieutenant saluted the commander and said.
His face was full of admiration, and he did not have the slightest arrogance because he saved the fate of the other party.
"You are the legion of the Kingdom of Stormwind?
Who is the Legion Commander?
Waynes asked with some surprise as he looked at the flag held by the flag bearer who was entering the city.
It wasn't the emblem of any legion he remembered, at least not before tonight.
"We're not the regular army of the kingdom, but a newly formed territorial legion, the Moon Creek Brigade, and I'm the commander of the Lord's guard, the Storm Whip, Christophe?
Falar!
The lieutenant introduced himself.
"I'm Waynes, the commander of Fort Watch, do you mean ......?"
"Yes, you guessed it right, our lord Diego?
Lord Aznar is also here, and he is behind!
Farrar nodded, confirming Waynes' guess.
"Wow, an earl!
That's a ......"
Waynes didn't hide his surprise, but he hid his disdain very well - hmph, another coward far from the battlefield!
But people must know how to be grateful, at least they have sent their own guards, and they have saved their lives, and they can't ask for more.
As the two men were talking, Waynes noticed a human dressed as a hunter and a tall, lanky Night Elf walking through the gate together.
The human looked young, in his mid-twenties, tall and strong.
He wore a long cloak with a hood, but the hood had faded to the back of his head, revealing fiery red hair and gentle eyes.
He was dressed in unpretentious black leather armor and held a dwarven musket in both hands.
The mud and blood stains on his body made Waynes realize that he had taken his previous ideas too seriously.
"Lord Earl, this is the Commander of the Fort, His Excellency Waynes."
Farrar turned and introduced himself to his lord.
"Praise the Light, Your Excellency, Salute to you, to your selfless assistance!"
The commander walked over and saluted gratefully.
"Praise forever, Your Excellency, and also to you, to your heroism and tenacity!"
The young man hurriedly replied, he pulled his hand out of his gloves and wiped the blood on his face, but this action made the blood all over his face, "I'm sorry, just now an evil orc quietly touched my shooting position and made my face bloody!"
” "It's an unforgettable experience for a musketeer, unlike a big-headed infantry like me, who every time they fight, their robes are either the blood of the enemy or their own blood, and they are never clean anyway!"
Waynes said with a smile, that was the usual mockery of the front-line soldiers towards the archers and musketeers, but it didn't contain much malice, "He didn't hurt you, did he?"
” "Huh, how come?
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The blood was all from the orc, and he had a long Golon finger bone around his neck, and it took me a great deal of effort to cut his throat.
Diego said angrily.
Coincidentally, the two of them suddenly burst out laughing.
There was no doubt that fighting side by side was the most effective way to bring the two men closer, and after a few short conversations, Waynes realized that the Earl was not an aggressive rooster nobleman, and Diego found that His Excellency the Commander was similar to most Legion commanders, rude but straightforward and honest.
"Is this my friend Masrae?
Bearskin, as you can see, is a Night Elf druid, and the bear he has just transformed into must have impressed you.
With a smile, Diego introduced to Waynes.
"Wow, the Night Elves are rare here at the Watch Keep, and I salute you, Lord Bearskin, I've seen your compatriots in the gardens of Stormwind, but none of them are as powerful as you, and they almost single-handedly blocked the entire demon army!"
"Salute to you, Commander!
May Elune guide your path!
Masrae replied.
A few more people chatted, and Waynes glanced at the messy streets, all of them were busy in an orderly manner, treating the wounded, containing prisoners, and cleaning up the battlefield, and a few of them seemed a little redundant.
"Well, Lord Count, let's go to the castle and have a drink, I remember I have a bottle of Overwatch spirits hidden in my cupboard.
Just clean up and finish the rough work and let the cubs do it.
As for your people, my adjutant Rethorne will take care of them!
” "It's an honor," Diego nodded, "you can call me Diego!"
” "Alright, Diego, you can call me Waynes," the Commander chatted with Diego and Masrae as he walked in the direction of the main castle, "You're Bon Varian?"
Has King Ureon been sent to support us?
” "No, the King didn't know that the situation at the Watchdog was so dire."
"It's not unusual, and I didn't know until tonight."
Waynes's tone became serious, "These demons and ogres are like mushrooms after the rain, suddenly coming out of the ground, you know, there hasn't been a single demon crossing the line in the past month, and the scale has never exceeded one squad." ” "Is there something wrong with the Dark Gate?"
Diego pretended to speculate, though he was almost certain that this was the case.
"Perhaps?
Maybe I should send a team over there to take a look, and in fact, it's almost time to send out patrols every month.
Waynes said with some concern, glancing back at Diego, who looked equally worried, "Diego, since it wasn't the King's order, how did you remember to come to the Watchgate?"
” "We're here to defend the Watchtower."
Diego said lightly.
"What ?!!"
Waynes stopped abruptly, turned his head and looked at the young man in front of him in shock, and couldn't help but be in awe.