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The Hellfire City Wall is stinking, and it is truly worthy of its name. At this moment, Sylvanas is hiding in a dark corner on the city wall, breathing in the bloody stench of the rotten corpses.

Several bone-eating orcs dragged their feet by by not far away. She lowered the brim of her hat, took a step back, and shrank to the depths of the shadow.

These guys are famously cruel and enjoy killing. The ruthlessness is completely reflected in the weapons in their hands - cutting off one hand and connecting it with weapons. In a fair fight, Sylvanas is naturally not afraid, but this is the enemy's territory, and if there is too much trouble, it will only be caught.

Moreover, she herself has no right to act freely. The person who directed this operation was Kadwick, a senior scout in the Castle of Glory. She was just a member of the operation.

This was an extremely risky operation, with only four people including her. Sylvanas was not among them, but the more dangerous the mission, the faster the prestige was, let alone she could hunt orcs from it - she could not refuse any point.

The task is just to simply investigate the city defense of the fortress. The female elf had no intention of staying for a long time and just wanted to solve the problem simply and neatly. If it goes well, it would be better to kill a few orcs before leaving.

Several patrol orcs turned a corner and walked behind the beast bar. Before they turned back, she had two minutes to write down all the defenses here with her brain, which was more than enough.

The sunlight could not illuminate the shadows she was hiding. Huge crates were piled up randomly throughout the city walls and aisles, making her an excellent cover.

There were a few figures carrying crossbows on the watchtower at the corner of the city wall, which should be sentry. But they were chatting with their voices open, and the noise was as loud as cursing. Even if Sylvanas ran over them all over his body, these fools could not hear them.

Because they don't think any enemy with a normal mind dares to come here.

A bloody corpse was dragged to the front of the beast clan by two orcs, and the wolf inside began to go crazy. The sound of flesh-and-blooded biting and the arrogant laughter of the two orcs when they witnessed everything.

"These beasts." Sylvanas cursed inwardly, carefully crossing the rusty chains winding on the ground and passing through the cracks between a pair of tower cranes. This is how the orcs deal with the corpses on weekdays. This is how the ubiquitous stench comes from.

Sylvanas stopped and took some time to calm her mood. Perhaps diverting her eyes was a good choice, but when the female elf glanced outside the wall, she saw the fellow frame wandering on the Hellfire Peninsula, which made her even more gloomy.

The sound of footsteps came from the corner, and the patrolling orcs came back a little early. There was not much time left for her, maybe just a few seconds. She observed the area again, which was the last time. The female elf was about to leave, but the sound received in her ears made her temporarily dispel this idea.

"Do work quickly!" The person who spoke was a majestic orc, with thick muscles on his neck and shoulders like bulls. His hands were replaced by weapons, and they were covered with bloodstains. Sylvanas heard that this was an orc tribe called the Broken Hand Clan, but she could not have imagined that these orcs were so cruel that they wanted to joke about their limbs.

"Move quickly, you lazy pigs?" The orc instigated the two hard workers who were checking the quantity of supplies. Sylvanas witnessed everything. The two unlucky guys were not lazy or abandoned, but their boss happened to be in a torture mood.

"We are not lazy, Lord Galgoma," explained one of the labourers, but he regretted the next second. Galgoma said nothing, but just approached a few steps towards the orc who was quibbling in his eyes. The labourers stumbled back in panic and hurried to the ground. If Galgoma fisted and kicked him, it would not be a question of whether it hurts or not. Anyone who knew the whistle leader of the city wall knew how dangerous Galgoma's "arm" was.

However, Galgoma did not punish the hard work. He just laughed loudly with his two personal soldiers. Orcs who also drank the blood of the demons were a bit arrogant and arrogant, and some were still useless.

The weak are the weak.

Galgoma walked away disdainfully.

Sylvanas, who was hiding in the dark, did not take back his eyes. From the conversation just now, the female elf confirmed who the arrogant orc was. The whistleman Galgoma, the garrison officer of the Hellfire Wall. He heard that this guy's desire for blood had reached a pervert, and he even wanted to eat the heart of a living person raw.

This made Sylvanas hate him so much that he had to pinch the flesh in his palm with his fingertips to control his desire to attack. She was so angry that her eyes turned black. How could she let such a beast live? The ranger took a deep breath and suppressed the urge to shoot again.

But the orc didn't go far and started to yell again, "You bunch of trash, listen!" Galgoma said, "There are no borers allowed in Chief Kagas' tribe. He told me that sometimes, even your most loyal subordinates will forget how much they are. Therefore, we need to remind them from time to time..." His eyes swept across anyone he could see here. Every orc in his eyes retreated one by one.

Sylvanas gritted his teeth and hesitated whether to send Galmago to hell while he was relaxing his vigilance. If it was exposed, he would be dead, but without Galmago's obstruction, the alliance's attack on Hellfire Fortress may suffer less losses.

But I still have many unfinished careers. There was a voice in the female elf's heart that reminded herself that she still had Queldore who followed her, who had not defeated her sister, and had not even found Nathanos.

I can't die yet! Sylvanas raised her head, but she did an action that went against her mind. Her hand carefully took down the bow and arrow, and aimed steadily at the distance, which was promoting how she got any Galmago, the chief of the Evil Orc Tribe.

Before she let go, she was already calculating the possibility of surviving from the city wall, thinking about how to use the cloak to minimize the speed of landing, and in what posture to land to avoid serious injuries.

I will not die, nor will I give up a chance to become famous.

The female elf released her bowstrings, and the arrow flew into Galmago's neck without any mercy...

For a moment, there were roars and footsteps on the city walls. In the chaos, more than a dozen bone-eating orcs rushed over, and they all heard the screams of the whistleman from the bone marrow. At the same time, several orcs present pointed out the assassin's hiding place.

Sylvanas shot his bow and was too lazy to care about the life or death of the person who was shot.

There is only one way to escape!

The female elf climbed up the city railing - Oh my God, it was higher than she thought. The strong wind swept her coat, like a sail crackling. Sylvanas no longer missed this ghost place.
Chapter completed!