The ambush in the primeval forest on the west side of Lake Mystra had just ended. The busy kobold and jackal soldiers were carrying and sorting the corpses of their comrades and enemies. Gonzalo hurriedly landed on the ground and had just transformed into a human form.
, and said to Prell: "The Silver Wing Sentinel has appeared!"
Prell blew a whistle, and a group of kobold musketeers and a group of harpy soldiers followed immediately. Then Prell raised his legs and headed in the direction Gonzalo pointed.
Behind a small forest grassland, Prell saw Vallini Starfall, the proud female night elf captain, followed by more than a dozen female night elf archers scattered around, holding light bows.
them.
The racial talent of the night elves is shadow escape, which can hide their whereabouts in dark or gloomy environments. Prell guessed that there must be more female shooters hiding around Vallini Starfall.
Vierline Xingzhui still said in that cold and arrogant tone: "Kobolds, you did not follow my request and still caused damage to this forest. As compensation, the captured food will be handed over to us.
Bar!"
Prell laughed angrily. For the first time, he felt that the night elves were actually quite shameless. Since it was a war, it would inevitably cause certain damage to the terrain and environment of the battle. Obviously, this female officer planned to "rob
"Last time.
"I know which place has more food. There is a lot of food hidden in the mud swamp in the north of the Barrens. Why don't you go there? Moreover, these food are our spoils. You are trying to get something for nothing. I personally still
I'm very happy to give you some charity!" Prell said with his eyes rolling.
"Then, on behalf of the Silver Wing Sentinels, I would like to thank the Kobold War Chief for his charity! Sisters, go and pull those two carriages back!" Without the unexpected irritation, Vallini Xingluo suddenly smiled.
, and then waved his hand.
"This..." Prell was speechless for a moment. A burly jackal opened his bow and arrow, looking at Prell, waiting for his order.
Prell pondered for a moment, then waved his hand: "Give it to them!" He roughly understood the attitude of Villini Star Pendant, and the other party didn't want much. It was neither robbing nor begging.
Instead, it was more like he took the initiative to take a small gift from Prell.
"The employees of these venture capital companies are very tenacious!" Vierline Xingluo suddenly said without a clue: "The recruits under your command are also doing okay!"
"Thank you!" Prell responded, and then Verlini Xingluo said: "I personally suggest that you bury these corpses on the spot, and it is best not to cremate them! Okay, you can rest for a day, please hurry up
Leave Ashenvale!"
Prell didn't say anything. Vallini Xingluo smiled and led her soldiers to drive two carriages of food. These were brought by Grays with the army and were burned by Prell in the battle.
The captured ones were headed towards the direction of Lake Mystra.
The figures of the Night Elf Silver Winged Sentinels had just disappeared into the forest. In the woods in the north, a ball of pure white moonlight-like light moved over not far or near.
A curved staff suddenly stretched out from behind the tree, with a small lantern woven from a certain plant hanging on it. The moonlight-like light was emitted from the lantern.
A half-human, half-deer creature slowly walked out. His deer body was reddish brown, and he wore a light green cloak covering the deer's back. The upper body of a strong night elf male was wearing a coat made of feathers and plants.
He wears a colorful robe made of fiber and has a pair of huge antlers behind his pointed ears.
He has a thick beard, his left hand is like a tree branch, his right hand is normal, and the staff is also held in his right hand.
"Another unobservable object!" Prell blinked, a little depressed. For some reason, he felt a surging and passionate power from this creature, but its aura was very peaceful.
Could it be Cenarius? Prell stared at the other party in confusion and glanced left and right. The soldiers following him suddenly became alert. Even the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield in the distance were attracted and became alert.
.
Gonzalo stepped forward, stroking his chest and saluting: "Dear Lord Odanus, it is a pleasure to meet you!" Odanus, the son of Cenarion, the leader of the tree dwellers in Ashenvale Forest, and the guardian of the jungle, looked at Gonzalo.
Salo said something and nodded: "Nice to meet you, Gonzalo Swift Wind!"
He looked at Prell: "So, are you Prell Windshear, the great chief of the Kingdom of Thresh? I am Odanus, the son of Cenarius!" He tapped the ground gently with his staff.
Kudos to Prell.
Prell felt very uncomfortable. You must know that since the establishment of Thresh Kingdom for a year, he has been trying hard to hide it from the outside world, especially the venture capital companies. But obviously this cannot be hidden from the night elves.
"Greetings to you!" Prell lowered his head slightly and asked first: "I wonder what the Jungle Guardian is here for? What are you doing?"
"Borrow me a step to speak!" Odanus was very kind. He spoke slowly and unhurriedly. He thought that he had also benefited from the jungle guardian in front of him, and no matter from which aspect, Prell was very good.
Feeling that there was no reason to confront Odanus, he shouted to the soldiers behind him: "Continue to clean the battlefield!"
Ordanus took two steps deeper into the woods. He looked at the corpse lying on the ground, his eyes full of sadness, but in the end he said nothing. Gonzalo followed the two men obediently and left.
About ten steps.
Noticing that Prell had been staring curiously at the small lantern tied to the top of his staff, Ordanus smiled: "This is a unique firefly that lives in the trees in the forest."
Prell nodded in enlightenment. Just as he was about to speak and ask the question he had been preparing, Ordanus spoke first: "For my disciple Vindinar Kuoye, I want to express my gratitude to you and your companions.
Apologize for my arrogant attitude. In fact, after my father sealed Gogorok, I have been paying close attention to him. But at that time, I was traveling far away, and I didn't expect that it was the mountain giant family of Feralas who noticed it first.
abnormal."
His humble attitude immediately made Prell more fond of him. Odanus continued: "I have been paying attention to you since then. The use of the Holy Light in the world of Azeroth, using the Holy Light as a power
, its origin is quite early. But the Paladin profession has only been around for more than ten years. So I am very curious about the sudden appearance of a kobold favored by the Holy Light on the continent of Kalimdor."
He paused for a moment: "That's why I paid more attention to you. Please forgive me. I'm not someone who peeps into other people's privacy at will. This is just my little personal curiosity.
You have done many things in the Stonetalon Mountains, and I have heard many stories about you from the Cenarion Circle. The tauren druids all said that the Holy Light gave you the ability to see the future. So,
Dear Kobold Warchief, do you know much about the Burning Legion?"
Prell hesitated for a moment. Odanus' words were very straightforward, but he didn't intend to talk too much to a stranger he met for the first time.
But fortunately, Odanus didn't seem to seek anything from Prell. It seemed that he had already acquiesced in Prell's knowledge of certain things, but continued to say slowly: "Twelve years ago, a meteor
It fell in the Northrend continent in the north. My father once went to inspect it, but Malygos, the blue dragon king of the Spellweaver, was stationed there, and there was Wyrmrest Temple as the dragon's cemetery. It was difficult for ordinary people to go there.
Lingering for too long.
Since the end of last year, a plague that can turn intelligent races and all disturbed creatures into undead has been raging in the north of the Eastern Kingdom continent at the beginning of this year. My father believes that it may be related to some anomalies occurring in Northrend.
And we speculate that this may be some kind of signal for the Burning Legion to invade again. For the night elf race that suffered the first invasion of the Burning Legion and repelled it, we need more allies to face this together.
There is always a huge threat to the world.
In the continent of Kalimdor, the only allies the night elves can choose are the tauren and the Kingdom of Thresh, which has always been on good terms with the tauren. This is why I came to meet you.
Dear Warchief Prell, if the world of Azeroth once again faces the invasion of the Burning Legion, and the night elves will once again raise the banner of resistance, then you are willing to stand with the tauren, stand by the night elves, and become each other's best friend.
Trusted ally?"
Prell sighed. He had always felt that the world of Azeroth was really in trouble. Of course he was willing to work with the night elves and tauren to resist the invasion of the Burning Legion, because according to the historical events he knew, the Holy Mountain of Hyjal
The defense war may begin this year.
The night elves, the orcs led by Thrall, the new tribe composed of the Darkspear trolls and the tauren, and the alliance forces represented by Jaina Proudmoore, united together for the first time, and the outcome was that Archimonde was "embraced"
"Tree Kill".
Now that he knows the outcome, he can participate in the war to improve his personal reputation, the reputation of the kobold race, and even the various races within the Kingdom of Thresh. Naturally, Prell is very willing to do so.
But he still looked embarrassed: "After all, the Kingdom of Thresh is newly built and weak. I'm afraid we will hold back the powerful night elves!"
Odanus laughed heartily. He was a loyal elder, but it didn't mean that he knew nothing about the world of other intelligent races. Prell's words were just to seek favors.
So he said: "The Cenarion Circle has some influence in the night elf society. I think the night elves also need some minerals and other products produced by the kobolds to prepare for the next possible war. This is
This is what the night elves must do!"
It's refreshing to talk to smart people. Prell thought to himself. He knew that with Odanus' identity and status, he wouldn't use some superficial words to deal with him, because Odanus had already made his words so clear. How could he
Is there any unethical reason?
So Prell said: "If this is the case, then our Kingdom of Thresh will become the night elves' staunchest ally against the Burning Legion! We are willing to provide all help that meets the strength requirements based on the strength of the kingdom!"
Ordanus smiled. He felt that the short kobold in front of him was as smart as goblins and humans.
Seeing that on the battlefield in the distance, the kobolds and jackals had sorted out the corpses of the swamp reinforcements and arranged them neatly together, Odanus sighed slightly. He did not blame Prell and Venture Capital.
The war between the companies was not angry because of the destruction of the forest by this battle, but just said: "Let me do you a small favor!"
He took two steps closer, raised his staff, and chanted a spell loudly, and then a small green leaf suddenly bloomed from the top of his staff. The green leaf expanded rapidly and grew into a flower. That
The flowers spurted violently, and countless green lights enveloped the entire battlefield.
The light flashed, and dozens of big trees that were cut down in the battle and burned quickly recovered and returned to their original appearance. Countless pits collapsed on the ground, and countless vines sprouted from the ground, each cautiously
The ground rolled up a body and dragged it into the pit.
Those pits seemed to have spirituality, shrinking automatically and turning into flat grass. Odanus said: "Perhaps the venture capital companies can no longer come to find the bodies of these war dead, so they can rest in the forest."
Bar!"
Prior took off his hat. This was his last tribute to Grylls and to an enemy who resisted tenaciously to the last moment.