The Hillsbrad Hills belong to the hinterland of Northern Xinjiang. It is the most fertile plain land in the Kingdom of Alterac. It is surrounded by the human countries of Northern Xinjiang in the center. It is a safe zone all year round, even though it has been causing a lot of commotion recently.

The invasion of green-skinned orcs did not endanger the safety of the hills. In such a place, it is obviously unlikely that a fully armed knight would appear.

But as Rogelio is an experienced old ranger, he is unlikely to make such a mistake, but when he thinks of the recent orc invasion that shocked northern Xinjiang, and then compares it with the historical memory in his mind, Tai

Ryan's breathing suddenly quickened. If he remembered correctly, at this time, the orcs seemed to be trying to attack humans across the sea.

Thinking of this, he patted Rogelio on the shoulder:

"Let's go! Let's go over and take a look!"

After entering the woods, Tyrion saw the blood on the branches keenly. He drew out his bow with his backhand, and Rogelio on the other side drew out the sword from his waist at the same time. The two of them pressed towards the slightly in front of them from two directions.

The trees shook, and they saw a knight.

Rogelio was not mistaken. The flash just now was indeed caused by his staggering running. Tyrion frowned when he saw the knight's wounds.

There was a hole in his strong plate armor, and the flesh and blood inside was turned out and there were signs of burns. This was a fatal injury, and it looked like a scratch caused by artillery!

There are artillery in this world, and the power of artillery that uses part of the magic technology is not necessarily weaker than the ones Tyrion has seen. But the problem is, in the hinterland of Hillsbrad Hills...how can there be artillery?

"Ahem...you, you are elf...rangers?"

The knight also noticed the ranger, but before he could speak, Tyrion leaned down and pressed his hand on the knight's neck. Rogelio cooperated very cooperatively and handed over an elf secret medicine. Tyrion was a little rough.

He stuffed the secret medicine into the knight's mouth, took out the water bag from his waist, and forced him to drink it.

"Ahem! Listen to me, rangers..."

Before Tyrion could ask, the knight panted and said, "I know you usually have little interaction with humans, but now, you have to help us..."

"On the east side of the hills, on the coast... Orcs blocked the sea between Nanhai Town and Menethil Port. Nanhai Town is full of wounded people. Our three ships used to transport the wounded have already... those

Butchers, they... they want to kill all our wounded... Please! Please save them!"

Tyrion put his hand on the excited knight's shoulder noncommittally and asked in a deep voice:

"What's your name? What are you going to do through this forest?"

"I...my name is Joe, Jor Al. I am the aide-de-camp of General Gavin Rudd...I am going to go to Durnhold Castle to ask for help, but unfortunately...I may not be able to survive Durnhold."

That's good."

A flash of pain flashed in the eyes of the knight named Al, followed by a touch of calmness. He grabbed Tyrion's hand and said firmly:

"But the wounded in Nanhai Town...ahem...please, they are all heroes. Even if they want to die, they must die on the battlefield, not die tragically without the ability to fight back...Please,

Elves, I have nothing to give you...but..."

"We have our own mission, humans, so unfortunately, please allow me to refuse!"

This straightforward rejection made the El Knight a little desperate, but when he saw the iconic green Farstrider cloak behind Tyrion, the knight suddenly trembled, and he shouted with his last strength:
Chapter completed!