In order to emphasize the concealment, the headquarters chosen by Namulia Ringe for the Secret Passage is far away from the core area of Highmountain. It is located on the western edge of the mountains. It is a desolate mountain that almost no one cares about.
Ever since Sharlayan and Stellagosa returned from their trip, the area near Eagle Claw Peak has been quiet most of the time. Whenever a caravan with two heads passes by the mountain, it will attract a lot of people to watch.
This shows how boring the peripheral members of the Secret Path are.
When Sarlayan and Emeril came to the edge of the camp together and tried to take a distant view, a dozen tauren hunters had already crowded the cliff.
"Cough~"
Emeril coughed slightly, and the tauren who were gearing up to discuss something hurriedly stood in two rows, as if they were ready to obey orders.
"Hey~"
Emeril sighed helplessly: "You should disperse, concentrate on training, and don't be disturbed by the movements around you."
"yes!"
The Hidden Path is a secret organization composed of elite hunters, and Emeril will be very cautious when inviting core members.
Most of the core members are busy with their own work on a daily basis. In order to maintain the normal operation of the camp and the smooth flow of intelligence channels, the Secret Channel has been maintaining close cooperation with the Gaoling tribe.
These peripheral members are potential rookies sent by various tribes in the High Mountains to receive training in the Hidden Path. As long as they can meet the standards, Emeril does not mind officially recruiting them into the Hidden Path.
This can also be regarded as a reward for the selfless support given by the Secret Path to the Gaoling tribe for thousands of years, a kind of favor exchange.
After the group of burly tauren dispersed, Sarlayan, Emeril and others finally saw the commotion at the foot of the mountain.
Stella Gosa narrowed her eyes and asked Emeril with a slight surprise: "Ms. Shadow Guard, are those creatures who are skilled in using the earth element?"
"Yes."
Emeril's expression was a little solemn: "They are the Drogbar, another local race in Highmountain."
From Sharlayan's perspective as a high elf, Drogbal's appearance is extremely ugly.
These creatures with khaki skin have green faces and fangs, and their pair of wild pig-like ears are still fluttering in the wind.
Their upper bodies are somewhat stooped, they wear very crude armor, and their hands holding crude weapons such as wooden clubs and stone hammers have sharp nails. At first glance, you can tell that they are an incompletely evolved primitive race.
But these ugly creatures possess strong earth element magic skills. Whether they are warriors charging forward or spell casters hiding behind and concentrating on chanting spells, it seems that every Drogbal can cast two earth spells at will.
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"A semi-elemental creature...that's an apt way to describe it."
These dozen Drogbar were attacking a tauren caravan, and the caravan's guards were fighting fiercely with the attackers.
If it was just Drogbar, well-equipped tauren guards could handle it.
But I don’t know what means these Drogbar used. The ones at the front fighting the tauren were actually two two-headed giants holding big trees in their hands.
The two-headed giants are not the same species as the ogres from Draenor. They are native creatures of Azeroth and have lived in this land long before the Sundering.
It's just that at that time, there were no mountains raised due to plate movement, nor was it called the High Mountains.
The two-headed giant has very low intelligence and will only act instinctively most of the time.
It's not surprising that these guys attacked the caravan, but what's strange is that they would actually act together with Drogbar.
Emeril frowned and explained: "Two-headed giants often rob passing tauren caravans. The simplest way to deal with it is to throw some food to them to divert the attention of these big men, but this time..."
"look."
Emeril raised his hand and pointed to the overturned deer cart behind the caravan: "This caravan clearly dropped food that could attract attention, but these two two-headed giants ignored it at all and continued to attack the bull heads crazily.
Protected by people."
"I suspect..." Emeril looked at the Drogbar with a gloomy look: "The Drogbar may have mastered some kind of spell that can control the two-headed giant, which is obviously not a good thing for the Gaoling tribe.
"
On paper, the Secret Path remains neutral in the internal strife in Highmountain.
But the human heart is made of flesh.
The High Mountain tribe has worked hard to provide logistical support for the Secret Passage for tens of thousands of years, so it is normal for Emeril's stance to favor the tauren.
In any case, it is not convenient for Emeril, the leader of the Secret Path, to take action himself.
And those tauren apprentices who were still undergoing training could not defeat these obviously well-prepared drogbal robbers.
Emeril could only turn to Sarlayan for help.
To Sarlayan, the appearance of these drogbars was considered as someone giving him a pillow after he fell asleep.
Just when he was bored at this remote "farmhouse", someone took the initiative to bring toys to relieve his boredom.
Of course, Sharlayan could not live up to Drogbal's kindness, and readily agreed to Emeril's request.
"Leave it to me, it's just a good time to move your body."
The situation is urgent and there is no time to go down the mountain slowly along the mountain road.
Emeril planned to call the two giant eagles in the camp to send Sharlayan and Stellagosa down the mountain as soon as possible.
"Wuhu~Take off!"
Just as he turned to say hello to the support staff behind him, Emeril suddenly heard a strange cry from Sarlayan.
Turning back to check, the scene in front of him shocked Emeril.
Although it is not convenient to transform into a dragon in person, Sarlayan is also a druid after all, so transforming into a raptor form is not easy.
The little crow who was inseparable from Sarlayan was now lying on the back of the white eagle that Sarlayan had transformed into.
When Emeril turned his head, Sarlayan had already spread his wings and started gliding downward at high speed.
"Gu?"
The white eagle companion standing on Emeril's shoulder tilted his head and made a confused cry. He thought he saw his own kind, but he felt something was wrong.
Emeril comforted it with a wry smile, then turned his eyes to say something to Stellagosa.
"Miss Stella, you... um? Where are you?"
Stellagosa was even more direct. At the same time as Sarlayan took off, she waved her finger to draw a portal and appeared at the robbery scene one step ahead of Sarlayan.
This kind of short-distance teleportation that can directly reach the target location has no difficulty for Stellagosa, a blue dragon.
This group of well-trained Drogbar reacted very quickly. As soon as Stellagosa came out, the ground beneath her feet began to move, and several rock spears were about to emerge from the ground.
"Pa~"
Stellagosa lifted her long, white and slender legs under her robe, and lightly stepped on the ground.
The effect of counterspell was traced back to the source of the spell, and one of the casters among the Drogbar Raiders suddenly burst out with a rock thorn in his chest.
This guy's vitality is very strong. Even though his chest was torn apart by rock thorns, he can still scream loudly.
The other casters hurriedly tried to quell the spell riot in their companions, but at this time, the white eagle transformed by Sarlayan had already swooped down to less than 20 meters above the caster team.
"Tina, hold on tight!"
"Okay~"
After warning Little Tina in advance, Sarlayan returned to his human form in mid-air, stepped into the void and launched a heroic leap, accelerated in the second stage and then crashed into the crowd of Drogbar.
"嚓~"
Quel'Sera slashed down, ending the pain of the screaming spellcaster. Before the others could react, Sarlayan took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar.
"hold head high!!"
Dagur and others who were waiting for the good news far underground could hear the roar of the dragon that shook the whole country. The tauren from the four major tribes of Gaoling immediately arranged to go out to check the situation.
In the open wilderness, the sound wave attack effect of the dragon's roar is not as obvious as indoors.
Even so, the few unlucky ones who were relatively close were shocked to the point where their ears bleed, and they temporarily lost their hearing. They covered their ears in pain and screamed strangely.
“So noisy!”
One of the two-headed ogres turned its head with red eyes, raised the giant tree in its hand, and smashed it down at Sarlayan.
"It's so noisy, I'll crush you!"
"boom!"
The impact of the giant tree smashing down all the Drogbal casters who were already unsteady on their feet were thrown away, and a large amount of dust was also raised at the scene.
But what surprised everyone present was that the two-headed giant's hand was slowly and passively raised. A seemingly "frail" arm held the lower end of the giant tree with one hand, forcing the two-headed giant's hand upwards.
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"Smash me? I'm afraid it's not that easy."
Sarlayan, who had veins popping out on his neck and forehead, had obviously used all his strength. The opportunity to wrestle with the two-headed giant was not common, and he was quite happy at this time.
"Let's go!"
The last effort pushed the giant tree upwards for a certain distance, and Sarlayan swung Quel'Sera in his right hand, cutting off the giant's "weapons" in both hands along with three fingers.