"Emerald Council?" Prell thought the name was familiar, but he couldn't remember it for the moment.
"This is an organization of a group of poor lower elf druids who have abandoned the path of magic, believed in the way of nature, and want to heal Felwood. They are a branch of the Cenarion Circle." The tone of the high elf warlock was still full of disdain.
Prell suddenly remembered it. He looked wary and pointed at the sorceress with both hands: "You are the remnants of the Burning Legion, the group of people hiding in the Shadow Fortress in the Gardinar area of Felwood Forest!"
The sorceress laughed loudly: "You are a kobold who knows many secrets that are not known to outsiders! I am indeed from there, but please don't worry, I am not interested in you people!"
She suddenly whistled, and a dark brown hellhound happily jumped out of the carbonized woods behind her. This hellhound was bigger than Prell, and its body was covered with disgusting scales.
It has patterns, pointed teeth, and a bloody mouth dripping with green saliva, corroding the ground into small holes.
This hell dog had two tentacles on its head, which were constantly swaying back and forth. It rubbed its head against the sorceress's leg affectionately, and then stared viciously at Prell and his group with a pair of green eyes.
Chen Stormstout has already assumed an attacking stance, Tamra Wasteland has also grasped her battle axe, Belgar and Snur are guarding Lestalen behind them, and Antana has also opened her bow and arrow.
Only Amedeo huddled at the back of the team and shivered, because he felt that the hell dog looked at him with really evil intentions.
Prell wanted to use the "Eye of Observation" to check the sorceress's information. The high elf suddenly laughed: "Have you not seen enough after watching it for so long? Kobold? You are so impatient to know more about me.
many?"
The tentacles on the hellhound's forehead suddenly swayed, and then Prell's eyes blurred and he saw nothing. His expression suddenly became solemn.
The sorceress patted the Cerberus on the head and said cautiously to Chen Stormstout: "Pandaren, I don't have any ill intentions towards you, I just want to ask for directions. Please don't be nervous, we are all just passers-by on the journey.
There is no need to fight and kill!"
Prell translated her words, and Chen Stormstout waved his bamboo staff proudly: "Since she is unwilling to fight, please leave as soon as possible!"
Prell then said: "Are you going to Stonetalon Peak? I'm very curious about how you got here. Stonetalon Peak is in the northwest of Scorch Valley, but the centaurs and tauren are going to fight, so I'm afraid you can't pass.
It’s the canyon we must pass through.”
The sorceress sighed helplessly: "Thank you! It seems that kobolds can still communicate. Those dirty centaurs and flying birds don't even know how to communicate. Well, let's say goodbye!"
Prell hesitated for a moment, then said righteously: "I want to warn you, Warlock, if the demons of the Burning Legion want to cause trouble in this world, they are destined to be destroyed. Although I don't know if you just found it casually.
This is an excuse to make enemies of the night elf druids, but I still say that it is best for you to hide in the underground castle of Jadenar.
If you dare to come to Stonetalon Mountains, we will not let you go!" He said in a threatening tone.
"Haha, this is the first time in my long life that I have been threatened by a kobold!" The sorceress sneered, and then her face changed and she smiled: "As I said before, please don't worry! My masters
They are tired of destroying the world. They just want to stay quietly in this wonderful world and enjoy the free life after the long and constant war. If you don't come to provoke us, then we will not provoke you!"
She stretched her waist lazily: "That's it, can I leave now?" Prell made a "please" gesture, so the sorceress took her hellhound and twisted her waist.
Go north.
Tamra Wasteland asked eagerly: "Are we just going to let her go? She is such a dangerous person. I wonder if she is an accomplice of the Centaur and is going to be detrimental to my people?"
Antana also looked at him with the same worry. Chen Stormstout took back the bamboo stick and said: "This woman's power makes me very uncomfortable. The smell of that dog is very...how should I say? Very evil. What the hell is she?"
What’s the origin?”
Prell has roughly guessed the identity of this woman. She may be the blood elf Brylin who lives in the Sun Stone in the game. Firefist gives the player a chance to go to Stonetalon Peak to kill a certain number of Cenarius's descendants and night elves.
The tasks of the botanist.
Ten thousand years ago, the Burning Legion invaded. Some of the scattered demons lost contact with the repulsed legion. They neither wanted to continue to invade Azeroth nor return to the legion, so they fled Mount Hyjal and hid in
Felwood and established his own base.
These demons named their base Jaedenar after Kil'jaeden, one of the leaders of the Burning Legion, and occupied the place that once belonged to the druids to sleep deep into the Emerald Dream.
The big beast's den was named Shadow Castle.
Obviously, Braelyn Firefist was assigned by Shadowkeep to cause trouble for the night elves. Because as a branch of the Cenarion Circle, the Emerald Council is committed to restoring the polluted Felwood, and it will inevitably have conflicts with the Night Elves.
The forces of Shadowkeep are in conflict.
So in order to take revenge, the crazy sorceress Braylin Firefist was sent to the Stonetalon Mountains to attack the night elves at Stonetalon Peak. But Prell couldn't understand how Braylin Firefist was.
When she arrived at Charcoal Valley, she could obviously reach Stonetalon Peak directly by passing through Ashen Valley and climbing over the mountains.
"So, this is a crazy warlock who was sent by the devil to find the night elf druid's troubles, but ended up going in the wrong direction!" Prell took his speculation as a conclusion and finally concluded.
"Wow, can the Holy Light really tell you so many things?" The Pandaren was full of interest. While listening to Prell's story, he even took out the wine gourd and took a big sip.
Tamra Wasteland still didn't quite believe it. She felt that Prell, a kobold, just opened his mouth. How could Prell know so much information from just a one-time encounter? Although it did sound like it.
That was the case, but Tamra Wasteland still doubted the authenticity of these words.
Prell didn't explain that much to him, but Belga and others, and even Antana Fengyu believed in him. After all, Prell had never lied to anyone before.
The encounter with Braylin Fire Fist was just a small interlude. The group continued towards the mouth of the valley on the south side of the Charred Valley, and then they discovered at least twenty corpses along the way, including the unlucky Chimera and the Basilisk.
, and a tree man.
In a small forest near the entrance of the valley, they found about thirty more Blood-Rage Harpies that had been killed by the group. Judging from the pale green corpses, it was obviously Braylin Firefist who had done this.
Tamra Wasteland's face was gloomy. She still felt that it was a mistake to let the enchanting sorceress go. What if Braylin Firefist was actually with the orc warlock from Thunder Ax Fortress and came to detect the tauren?
Moving forward, that's really a mistake.
From the Coke Valley to the Desolate Land, there is a long and narrow canyon connecting it. Like the Coke Valley, there is a layer of black and gray mist floating in the air. The hillsides are bare, with trees that were carbonized and burned by the hellfire.
, blown by the wind in the canyon, it had already turned into dust and dispersed between heaven and earth.
Then they found a centaur sentry at the mouth of the canyon on the side of the Coke Valley. Tamra Wasteland led the team and hid behind a rock halfway up the mountain. He pointed at the centaur patrolling around the sentry and spoke with a
A voice full of hatred said: "It's the Garak clan and the Kokar clan!"
From the appearance point of view, there is no difference between the Garak and Kokar clans, except that the Garak clan advocates blue. These centaur warriors like to tie their hair up, whether it is the clothes they wear, or tied to their arms and horse legs.
The cloth strips are all blue.
The Kokar clan, on the other hand, advocates red, not that bright red, but a dark red that looks like dried blood. Unlike the Garak clan, which generally likes to wear cloth and leather armor, the Kokar clan prefers to expose their strong muscles.
"Do we need to destroy these guards?" Prell asked. Tamra Wasteland shook her head: "Since the destruction of this valley, the five centaur tribes have scattered everywhere. The main force of the Kokar clan has moved to the Barrens.
land, while the Garak clan wanders in Thousand Needles.
It's just that these two most ferocious clans were once united and controlled by a warlord. They have been nomadic in the northern part of Desolation, not only to prevent us tauren from returning to Desolation, but also to search for us everywhere and hide them.
of tribesmen.
Once they appear at the mouth of the valley, it means that their large forces have been assembled and may soon cross the canyon. But before arriving at the front line, they will definitely conduct a sweep of the entire Coke Valley. It seems that if we want to pass, we can only
Over the mountains!"
"Then let's set off!" Prell stood up and said, "The mission given to us by the chief is to detect the guerrillas in the rear. This time we will turn their rear upside down just like we did in the Barrens.
!”
Belga suddenly laughed, and Chen Stormstout patted his chest: "I didn't go with you last time, but this time I want to contribute to the warm-hearted tauren friends!"
Antana Wind Whisper said calmly: "I just want to kill a few more centaurs to avenge my companions!"
Lestalen flapped her wings. This little harpy girl didn't understand the degree of danger. Her courage seemed to be fluctuating in Prell's opinion, but she was afraid of rats and snakes and not afraid of killing.
It's so weird and harmonious.
Amedeo began to tremble again. He looked pitifully at Prior and then at the guide Tamra. Wasteland nodded: "Let's go!" Then he trembled even more.