5.

At a certain point in the eastern area of Duskwood, there are small but brutal fights appearing. It is a fight between around twenty humans and five to six orcs that currently proceed in full swing manner.

Despite the fact that the Stormwind soldiers are far superior in number and equipment, the fight didn't appear to be one-sided bullying but evenly match in power. This is because of the skills, tenacious vitality, and unbelievable explosive muscle power of the greenskins that almost count as cheating compare to a normal human.

Standard battle gears of the Stormwind Kingdom are a one-handed sword, a kite shield, and one set of iron armor. Most of the attacks cannot be lethal enough to endanger the orc's life, sometimes it wasn't even affecting their movement and being judged as a scratch compared to the orc's body size.

What about the orc? Their arms are larger than the human calves. Not to mention the weapon, just slamming the fist in full power may enough to bend the armor and squash body inside. With this exegete body difference, there need at least three times of human number to be the orc down.

If following this theory, the fight of six against twenty turns out to be an even match fight, not only the orc has a very high chance to win. Although victory belongs to the human side it must exchange with very high casualties.

But that's the case when both sides are normal foot soldiers.

"Lok-tar!" One of the orcs roared, smashing its wooden mace at one of the footmen and sending him flying away almost three meters before dashing to the next target. However, before it can do that, there are three iron swords coated with a golden aura that appear out of thin air stabbing into its body. The pain from iron that impales and the golden light that burns the flesh and blood make the orc stunned before howling hoarsely.

This kind of wound is big enough to threaten its life but not enough to directly kill it. The orc wand to use the last moment of life to drag a couple of soldiers down with him but the attacker won't give him the chance to do this. In the next moment, there is a golden light shone brightly in front of the orc. Making it instinctively close its eye.

When seeing that the target losing its sense of sight, Eskalios gets close to it and then swings the sword in his hand to cut one of its leg, making it lose balance and fall to the ground before chopping the orc's head off.

"Another one down." Eskalios think. His face didn't show much excitement and panic like the first time he fight the orcs but became much calmer.

He then swept his eyes through the battlefield after chopping the enemy's head, locking his target on the orc that look strongest and orcs that gain the upper hand in the fight then created dozens of swords, intercepting their movement and helping other soldiers kill them.

After that, he looks at the last remaining orc before finding that it was already killed by the soldiers that fight with it. This makes Eskalios sigh with relief. Ending another battle in his mission.

It's been one week since he became Stormwind's soldier and work in the Duskwood forest. This week, he and his team which is composed of more than twenty soldiers patrol all over the danger zone. Dive deep into the east side of the forest. Helping the peasant and people who still living in the Duskwood to go to the Westfall area.

Although the fight has ended he did not just slump on the ground after the intense battle but looked around and spoke loudly, commanding another soldier to bring the injured to let him treat their wounds.

Fighting with the orc is like fighting with a weaker version of Hulk. These soldiers did not have the same physic like Loki that could sustain the smashing impact. After finishing the fight they also have many degrees of injuries varying from deep wounds to broken limbs.

But this does not matter. Under Eskalios's holy light, their wounds are quickly healed with the speed of the naked eye.

"Are all finished? But those three…" After healing everyone, he depressed speak while looking at three bodies that laying flat on the ground.

Fighting with orcs is a very high-risk job, not everyone can have the luck to survive till the end of the fight. These three are unlucky people who were killed, one of them has a deep wound around the neck, and the other two broke their necks from impact and died on the spot.

Although Eskalios's holylight skill is very superb, he is still at the level of healing not resurecting (not to mention wether it can do in the real world or not) so if the soldier died like this he really cannot do anything.

"Sir Eskalios, you did not have to feel sorry. If it's not for you, we may have died from the fight or the wounds many times already. What you did to make us alive is already great and all of us feel very grateful to you, sir." Seeing his expression, the captain of this team spoke.

Although he has a higher rank than Eskalios, the boy's strength is there. Eskalios made a huge contribution in many previous fights and save many people's life by holy light, this make the captain and other soldiers maintain very high respect for him.

"I know. It just…a little depressed." Eskalios spoke with a low voice.

In this one week, apart from finding the remaining refugee, the indispensable thing is fighting with the orcs. With a large number of the Tribe scattered all over Duskwood, there are small-scale battles like this occurring at least one time per day, and if their luck is particularly 'good', this number may rise to four.

With this amount of high-intensity fighting, it's normal to have a loss in the team. The most obvious example is the squad's number of people. There are almost thirty people when they start the mission, but now they're just barely twenty left. And this leads to a huge change in Eskalios' mentality too.

Eskalios admit that he is a sentimental person. He will feel bad even if he had to part away from someone who just met at the game center, not to mention the death of people.

War is one of the best situations to strengthen friendship. Eskalios fight with them, eat with them, and travel with them, although it's just a couple of day, this makes him feels close to these group of footman more than some classmates that study with him for many years at school. Watching them die one by one is something that makes him, people from modern society which not accustomed to death, feel so painful.

Fighting accumulates experience, losing steeling his heart. Eskalios has a huge qualitative change in both body and mind, making him look calmer, older, and more depressed. Completely different from the look of normal people when he first comes to Azeroth.

"How long do we have to do this job? This is already one week now. We did not even know if there were any people remaining in the Duskwood." Eskalios ask. " And the other order about engaging with the orcs as well. We are just two-thirds remaining from the original numbers. Don't tell me that we need to fight till the last person."

"No no no, we did not need to do that, sir Eskalios. From the order, we just need to intercept the orc and not let them go to the Westfall area until most of the civilian has moved away. We only need to hold on just another week before the end of the mission." Sensing his dissatisfaction, the captain hurriedly explains and speaks the further information.

This makes Eskalios have a deeper understanding of the mission content. This mission can be said to be a huge operation of Stormwind Kingdom. Apart from his team, there are more than five hundred soldiers that divide into small teams and did the same thing as them. But the different point is that they are no BUG existence like Eskalios so the death rate is much higher so they need to went back to the camp at west fall to refill the people before continuing the mission.

"This…is this alright? Doing such a dangerous job, don't you feel unwilling?" Eskalios ask. He will not mention how did this captain know about the other team's situation since they did not have any communication means, not even a horse. (Author: It's just some loophole in my writing, you don't have to think about it, Mr.Eskalios) The thing that makes him even more incomprehensible is the fact that the soldier of Stormwind Kingdom doing something like dividing into a small team and playing guerilla warfare. In his opinion, the soldier in the medieval period did not have enough discipline to do this kind of operation.

"No, why do we have to feel unwilling? This is our job to protect the kingdom when it is in danger. To protect its citizen and King's Llane!" The captain speaks with confidence, his eyes filled with unwavering loyalty to their king as well as the others.

Eskalios feel a little complicated when he saw this. This kind of concise and patriotic to execute the order without any hesitation. At the same time, he also understood how could the kingdom do such an operation that need a very high discipline like this.

Although Azeroth looks like the medieval era, it still has some differences. The most obvious is about time. The Stormwind Kingdom has existed for thousand years ago. Just this is enough to create a very solid foundation and the king could establish huge numbers of official soldiers. And the Wrynn family is also the line of wise monarchs. This makes the Stormwind Kingdom have some structure base of the country in the 19th to 20th centuries with a professional soldier, but with a more patriotic sense.

It is true that the noble also occupies a large part of the power and jumps out to make trouble from time to time, but with this kind of operation that Eskalios doing, just relying on the king's prestige to make the soldier work hard is still more than enough.

"That's it, if you think like that then I have nothing else to say." Eskalios did not discuss this matter any further. At the same time, he also has a bit of a complicated mood in his heart.

As a boy who grew up in an era of exploding information internet, his world is much wider than these people, but also lacks a bond with his nation and didn't care about serving the country. When seeing a soldier who risks their lives for their kingdom without any complaint is quite new to him. And this makes his heart begin to change one way or another.

"Let's stop thinking about this for now. This soldier doing this of their own accord, I have nothing to say about it. Moreover, the more I fight, the faster I will unseal Sang Mandeok's power." He thought to himself.

He killed and fight more than fifty orcs this week and he has a feeling that his power's seal is almost at the limit, and soon, he will unleash his power…from one percent to two percent.

When thinking of the fact that there are ninety-eight to go, he also feels a little bit discouraged. He clearly did his work diligently, but there isn't even taken the first step yet, This makes him almost want to talk to the star soul of Azeroth right now.

But thinking is thinking. He still honestly doing his work. After clearing the battlefield, he and the other soldier head to their next destination.

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Sorry for disappearing. I need to go to another place with my mother. I will post the story regularly after this.