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Chapter 365: Alleria Fortress

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

Danath Trollbane was furious. The pain and unwillingness made the Alliance's deputy commander almost lose his mind. He swung his two-handed axe like crazy and chopped down a big tree that three people could hug in a few strokes. When the treetop fell, the huge vibration made his battle-hardened warhorse uneasy, and it stamped its hooves restlessly.

"Things have come to this point, and I don't recommend that we continue to move forward rashly."

The Quel'dorei male ranger next to him said this, his voice flat and cold, seeming rational and inhuman.

"Tasretha! That's Kurdran! Our brother! Kurdran is dead! I know you elves are emotionally cold, but do you really feel nothing at all?"

Danath threw away the axe, grabbed the Quel'dorei's shoulders with both hands and shook him back and forth. His roar at close range sprayed a lot of saliva on Tathreza's face.

The male elf didn't say anything, and didn't even have any expression. He let Danas shake him. When Danas let go and slid to the ground and knelt crying, he elegantly pulled out a silk handkerchief from his leather armor and gently wiped the "pearl cream" off his face.

Tathreza, Ranger Lieutenant of the Alliance Expeditionary Force, is one of Alleria's most capable lieutenants.

After Turalyon arranged for Danas to become the Alliance vanguard, he led a ranger force and the dragonhawk knight squad led by Kurdran and has always been Danas's right-hand man.

This wasn't the first time the elves had worked with human commanders, especially Danath Trollbane. In Tath'reza's eyes, he looked young enough to be his great-grandson, or even younger. Even his personality was childlike. In the elves' words, this Danath was very... childish—he was always emotional and easily swayed by negative emotions.

But these humans have a fearless, selfless spirit.

These soldiers are extremely brave and will never hesitate to sacrifice their lives in dangerous situations. If the chance of survival is limited, they will not hesitate to give the possibility of survival to their comrades.

This was what Tasreza admitted. He had seen it many times on the battlefield. These humans, their lives were so short...

The elf wiped the saliva from his face, looked helplessly at Danas who was lying on the ground crying, and finally gave his scarf away.

Danas pushed away Tasreza's hand holding the scarf.

"I've decided,"

He got up from the ground and wiped his face carelessly.

"Everyone, abandon your horses and charge into Auchindoun with me. We are going to kill all the orcs in that haunted cellar!"

"I'm sorry, Commander, I can't let you give such an order,"

Tasretha shook his head and pointed to the sparse troops behind him.

"Most of our men are cavalry, and abandoning our horses would be unwise. Furthermore, we've been chasing too far and are now disconnected from the main force. With the road ahead unclear, we should hold on and wait for reinforcements."

"What do you know? You don't have any family or friends who died on the battlefield?"

Danas waved his hands to add momentum to himself, a bit like an Italian.

"You cold-blooded archery machine!"

The nerves on Tasreza's face twitched, but soon returned to normal.

He raised his fist, placed it in front of Danas's eyes, and then unfolded it, revealing the silk scarf.

"This was given to me by my wife before she died defending Silvermoon City during the First War of the Orcs."

Tasretha gritted her teeth and said this.

"First, I'm not your lieutenant. I only take orders from Lady Alleria Windrunner. Secondly, we can't move forward in our current situation. If you continue to act on your own will, not only will you fail to avenge Mr. Kurdlan, but you and your young men will also die in that haunted crypt!"

The Elf Ranger was right, Danas actually knew everything.

He looked at the silk scarf in Tasreza's hand and knew that what he had just said was very offensive.

And the elf was indeed not his adjutant, but he could not remember when Turalyon and Alleria had arranged this guy to be by his side. Could it be that they thought he was too reckless, so they arranged this always calm elf to watch over him?

Frankly speaking, this guy is really capable. Danas has no idea how many times his calm planning has saved him from death and turned defeat into victory.

It was also during the constant running-in that Tasretha gradually became his de facto deputy, but he had never been officially appointed. In fact, the brothers were very convinced of this elven ranger.

"I'm sorry... I mean, um, I'm sorry about your wife's misfortune... I..."

"It doesn't matter,"

Tasresa put the scarf back into her pocket and her face returned to calm, as if what had just happened had never happened.

"The troops need to rest now. This woodland is a very suitable place. Tomorrow morning, there will definitely be a turn for the better. Please believe me."

Looking at the Elf Ranger who vowed so confidently, Danas could only nod his head.

He announced to his troops that they should rest on the spot for the night, but were not allowed to light an open fire to cook, because he had actually penetrated deep into the tribe's defense line like a sharp knife.

Danas slept well that night and had a dream that he hadn't had in a long time.

I don’t know if it’s because the magnetic field of Draenor is different from that of Azeroth. Danas hasn’t dreamed for a long time since coming to this world. But last night, Danas dreamed of a lot of things.

Kurdran, this poor dwarf brother, Turalyon, Khadgar, and brothers far away in Azeroth, there are so many things, so confusing, but when I wake up I can't remember what I dreamed about specifically.

He rubbed his eyes and stood up from the big tree he was leaning against.

The scene before him made him a little distracted.

where is this?

In the clearing in the forest ahead, several tents had been set up, and a fence made of branches and shrubs was built around them. Soldiers were busy working in an orderly manner, making it look like a small camp.

"you're awake?"

Tathreza's voice came, and the elven ranger crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking at the confused commander leisurely.

"Welcome to our camp. We will use this place as a relay station to support the front line."

"What did you do?!"

Danas opened his hands with his palms facing upwards,

"You told us to rest for a night and come out the next day, but you made our boys build a camp here overnight? You, you!"

Tathreza smiled.

"The warriors volunteered. This is the only green land we have since arriving in Draenor. The orcs have desecrated our homeland and destroyed our Eversong Woods. Now we want to occupy their forests, too. This is Quel'Thalas-style revenge."

"I really don't know what kind of revenge this is..."

Danas shook his head helplessly. The camp had almost been set up, and it would be useless for him to get angry now.

"So, has this camp been named yet?"

"Alleria's Fortress,"

Tathreza smiled and said,

"But don't worry. This camp was built very easily. Our reinforcements arrived last night while you were asleep. They helped build the camp. Of course, they also gave it the name."

"Reinforcements? Who's coming?"

"there."

Tasreza pointed to a man in a priest's robe in the camp who was using holy light to heal wounded soldiers. The soldiers were all in high spirits and cheered his name loudly.

"Alvin Priest!"