This treant actually spoke Darnassian. Although no one except Prell could understand it, everyone heard that this syllable with a certain meaning was uttered by this treant.
Prell was stunned for a while. He didn't know much about elemental creatures, and then he heard the tree man continue to say: "Thank you! Thank you for your help!" Prell waved his hand: "It's nothing, you're welcome!"
The tree man showed a happy expression: "Ah, hello, my name is Genar Ye Ban. Thank you and your friends for helping me, kobold!"
"Do tree people also have names?" Prell couldn't help but said to himself. Genar Yeban nodded and said seriously: "Yes, I have a name. My name is me."
My mentor named it for me.”
"Mentor?" Prell suddenly became interested, and Genar Yeban obviously rarely had contact with other intelligent races. He seemed to be very happy with the conversation, so he continued to talk along the topic.
Probably because he realized that Prell and his team had no ill intentions, and that this strange team was filled with various races, including races he could not recognize, Gennar Ye Ban didn't have much regard for Prell and the others.
He was very defensive and told his story once again.
Genar Yeban was originally an ordinary oak tree growing in Ashenvale, taking root next to a moonwell near Lake Yris on the north side of Ashenvale. Influenced by the moonwell, he accumulated a lot of life
Essence, and was eventually awakened by Odanus, the jungle guardian who patrolled Ashenvale, and became an autonomous tree man.
Odanus is the demigod of the wilderness, the embodiment of the essence of life in nature, and one of the descendants of Cenarius, the king of the jungle. He awakened this oak tree full of life energy and named it Genar Yeban.
, and taught him how to guard and care for the forest.
After the Charred Valley, originally known as the "Green Valley", was destroyed by the hellfire summoned by the orc warlocks, Ordanus also received news from the night elf druids located in the Stonetalon Peak in the valley on the northwest side of the Stonetalon Mountains.
, so he sent his disciple Genar Ye Ban.
But the war in the Charred Valley continues. The tauren, the harpies of the Bloodfury clan, the centaurs, and the orcs are fighting for survival and robbery here. Therefore, the druids of the night elves, the guardians of the jungle, the dryads and the tree people finally
Plans to restore the land were abandoned.
But Genar Yeban still stayed, and this was his second time coming to the Charred Valley. Originally, the second task Odanus gave him was to go to Feralas to guard the forest, but this nature-loving tree man
I couldn't bear to see what Coke Valley looked like now, so I wandered around this area for several months, trying to bring some greenery back to Coke Valley.
According to Genar Ye Ban, Coke Valley could have given birth to tree people like him who had independent consciousness and could communicate with other races. However, the war destroyed everything, and the life essence accumulated in Coke Valley was destroyed by evil spirits.
It can be destroyed by the flames of war, so many angry wandering tree people mutated.
He once tried to comfort these angry tree people to calm down their anger, but the life elements in these elemental creatures condensed from the essence of life were disordered. He could only issue some simple instructions to order these.
Angry Treants do some extremely simple things.
Genar Ye Ban sighed and said: "When I was young, I used to travel around with my mentor. How beautiful the Coke Valley was at that time!" Prell did not ask when this "young" was.
Needless to say, this tree man has lived for a long time, at least hundreds of years.
"I just don't like dealing with this kind of immortal species!" Prell muttered enviously, and then he asked: "Then what are you planning to do now, Mr. Tree Man? Is to continue to stay in Scorched Valley?
Or heading to Feralas?"
Genar Ye Ban looked a little sad: "This burning land is wailing, but unfortunately I don't have enough ability to protect and repair it. So why do you and your companions appear here? You actually have so many races,
Kobolds, harpies, tauren, quilboars, and green-skinned orcs, my God, is that a furbolg?”
Prell was surprised that he recognized Rexxar's race, and also knew about the wild boars that are only distributed in the Barrens, so he patiently said to the curious tree man: "Those are the pandaren from the Endless Sea.
It’s not a furbolg!”
Genar Ye Ban approached Chen Stormstout and looked at it carefully. Being watched by a tree made the Pandaren a little uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but scratch his furry chin.
Until he almost lost his patience after looking at the Pandaren, Genar Ye Ban looked at Pierto Thunderhorn again: "Is this a soul walker born only among the tauren race?"
Prell couldn't help but scratch his chin. He felt that this tree man was full of curiosity about everything: "Yes. I didn't expect you to know so much!"
Gennar did not reply, and moved closer to Lestalen again, scaring the little harpy so much that he quickly hid behind him. Gennar Ye Ban carefully stretched out his branch-like arm, and touched his dead wood-like fingertips.
Suddenly a small white flower bloomed.
He gently picked off the small flowers and brought them to Lestalen. The little Harpy girl took it in her hands with her head tilted up. Gennar smiled softly: "What a cute little girl!"
It was probably because Lestalen had a beautiful face, and except for the wings and feathers, she looked very much like a night elf, so she won Gnarl's favor.
"So my friends, why are you here? Maybe I can help you." Genard said humbly.
"Ah, we are just a group of adventurers. Our journey was blocked by the centaur army, so we wanted to do something to help our tauren friends." Prell said casually.
Genar did not feel that Prell was deceiving him. The intelligent race he came into contact with the most were the night elves scattered in Ashenvale. Therefore, he was simple-minded. He just felt that Prell and his party did not look like bad people.
So I believed him.
"So, what exactly do you plan to do?" the tree man continued to ask. Prell pondered for a moment and looked at Gennar's eyes. The tree man's eyes were shining with green light, which was the brilliance of the essence of life. He
I felt that this tree man did not look like a spy, so I thought for a while and said: "Repelling some Centaur patrols, it would be best if we could find their food storage base!"
"If you plan to burn the centaur's food and grass, I know the location." Although Genar was simple-minded, this tree man had lived for many years, and his long "tree" life had taught him enough knowledge, so he immediately guessed
Come to Player's intention.
Prell was overjoyed: "Where is it?" Genard pointed to the north with his branch arm: "In a small valley over there, just north of the middle of the entire valley."
Prell immediately translated Gennar's words to Lexa, and Lexa shook his head: "I have seen that location through the 'Eye of the Beast'. There is a camp there, and it is tightly defended. It is difficult for us to
Close."
He drew a map on the ground. Prell looked at it carefully. After listening to Rexxar's explanation, he gave up the plan of burning the Centaur's food and grass. Obviously, Dezpar Khan learned the lesson of the Barrens.
Once, the logistics camp was set up diagonally behind the army camp. According to Spire's reconnaissance, hundreds of troops were stationed around this small valley. It was quite difficult to get close.
In any case, Prell expressed his gratitude to the enthusiastic tree man. Genar Ye Ban then said goodbye to the group and walked slowly towards the foot of the mountain to the south. Preel looked at his slow movement,
I can't help but feel a little worried. With the speed of the tree people, it may be difficult to escape the next time they encounter a centaur patrol.
So they quickly cleaned up the battlefield, and then continued to head east. They wanted to rush to the next hiding place before other centaur patrols discovered it.
In the afternoon of the next day, the group stumbled through the large scorched woods and drilled into the mountains along the rugged and scorched mountains.
Tamra said: "There is a small valley over two mountain passes to the east, where we can spend the night." She was the guide, so everyone followed her and continued to cross the mountains.
The wild boar Amedeo no longer grunted to express his dissatisfaction. Since being "rescued" by Prell, he has been running around with him, and he feels that his hooves are worn to pieces.
After climbing over two mountain passes with difficulty, there were gradually more and more living trees on the mountainside. After passing through a cedar forest, they saw the valley that Tamra mentioned.
A small stream that was not wide meandered through the mountains in the distance. There were about four or five unconnected woods scattered among the small valleys. It was different from what he expected. Prell shook his head.
: "There are actually harpies hiding here!"
At the farthest end of their line of sight, there were several dark figures with vaguely flapping wings, washing something by the creek. Prell said: "It seems we can only spend the night outside."
Before he finished speaking, Spire suddenly screamed in mid-air. Lexa had already drawn out his axe, looking warily at a small forest not far from the mountainside.
"Eh? Why is it you? How many strong men are there?" A pleasant voice came from the woods, and a graceful figure slowly walked out, followed by an ugly hellhound behind her.
"Brelin Fire Fist?" Prell, who was holding a long sword, looked at the woman who came out. She was the same woman they met when they first set foot in the Scorch Valley.
"Wow, you actually know my name, Kobold! It seems you know too much! To be honest, I can't help but want to kill you!" Braylin Fire Fist laughed.
He got up, and the hell dog also roared at Prell.
"It seems that you are really a road idiot. Haven't you found Stoneclaw Peak yet?" Prell was still pointing his long sword at Braylin Fire Fist. The eyes of this high elf beauty lit up: "Aha, you actually
There is a standard weapon of the Burning Legion! Which unlucky Doom Guard was killed by you?"
She gently stroked the hellhound's head with her slender fingers and said, "I have no ill intentions towards you. Let me state in advance that this is not because I am afraid of you. I just don't want to have a meaningless fight."
Tell me, why did you break into the territory of the harpies under my protection?"