Noticing that Prell's expression was very strange, Chen Stormstout asked with concern: "Preel, are you feeling unwell? Take a sip of our Pandaren's wine bar, the wine will drive away all worries and cure all diseases!"
Prell shook his head and looked at Lexa: "Aren't there many hidden demons around this valley? How about we take the opportunity to clear them out?"
Lexa stroked the head of the dire wolf Halasa who was eating meat, and said: "The main ones hiding here are succubi. This kind of female demon is difficult to deal with. Haven't you noticed that we have killed so many orc warlocks?
As well as their summons, is there only one succubus corpse in total?"
Prell scratched his head. He really didn't notice. Rexxar continued: "Succubi are at the bottom of the demon army of the Burning Legion. They are not good at fighting. Most of the time, they rely on their own charm.
They use spells to manipulate and play with the minds of other races, and their racial skill is invisibility. Once they become invisible, even their breath is hidden, making it difficult to detect them."
He grinned: "When I followed the orc army in the Eastern Kingdom, many warlocks liked to summon creatures like succubi, using them as tools to vent their sexual desires and accompany them to sleep. There was even a young man from the Shadow Moon clan.
The orc warlock, who was full of blood, summoned three succubi in succession, and finally his companions found his body in his tent. This guy died of excessive indulgence."
Naturally, he spoke in goblin language, and Pandaren Old Chen coughed: "Hey, Rexxar, there are still minors here, I think we should change the topic!"
Rexxa burst out laughing, Prell, Belga and Snu listened with great interest. Tamra knew the goblin language and laughed reservedly.
Only Antana was not proficient in goblin language and could not understand a single word. She stared at a group of people laughing with her big watery eyes. Although Lestalen understood some of it, she did not understand Lexa's words.
He meant it, so he asked Rasnu: "What is this big man talking about?"
When Snu was about to tell her, Prell glared at him and said to Lestalen with a smile: "Little girl, don't listen to this!" Lestalen curled her lips and ran to play with Misha.
.
Amedeo was still eating the barbecue heartlessly. Even though he had just buried the body of the killed orc in a pit not far away, it did not affect his appetite at all. Pierto sat
In the distance, hiding in the shadows, he also couldn't understand the goblin language, but seeing everyone happy, he also grinned.
"Then, let's just leave these succubi alone?" Prell asked, and Lexa shrugged: "No way, if these succubi don't want to be found by us, then it will take us at least about half a year to get rid of these succubi."
Walk all over the valley.
In fact, the demons of the Burning Legion are not all full of destructive desires. Some of them, like us, were originally intelligent races living on other planets in the vast universe. They were only coerced and oppressed by the Burning Legion, and were forcibly transformed into
demon.
Maybe these hiding succubi are already tired of the endless war! Let them go for now. If they really have the intention to destroy the world, they can't hide here without any movement for so long! "
It seems that because of attacking his former compatriots, Rexxar was in a state of emptiness after the battle. He spoke lazily, and Prell nodded: "Then let's rest for the night and continue to track the army tomorrow.
Goblin convoy.”
So they spent the night without talking, and rested in the valley near the battlefield. Just as Rexxa said, the succubi who escaped invisibly did not bother them, so after resting, the group continued to move west and passed through the Marathon.
The valley north of Norok Meeting House.
Rexxar had sent the Falcon Spire to continue tracking. He continued to lead the way as a guide. After crossing the valley and walking for a day and a half, Rexxar said: "To the west is the village of the Centaur Kyrgyz clan.
Among the five centaur clans, this clan is relatively the most peaceful."
Tamra nodded rarely and continued: "That's true. When we tauren fled the Desolate Land, the Kyrgyz clan had the smallest number of participants in the war. Their relationship with the Malodi clan was average, and they had a very close relationship with the Magram clan.
Bad. But I still have to say that no matter how peaceful the Centaur clan is, they are also the most brutal war maniacs in the entire world!"
The road to Feralas goes from the valley hills west of Manorok Assembly Hall all the way south. This is a path with rugged hills on both sides. Thunder Lizards are often seen on both sides of the road, and there are groups of them.
Scorpions and earth elemental creatures.
At first glance, this place looks extremely wild. The land is all yellow-brown, with few weeds and an occasional tree or two. The flying dust makes the entire sky look foggy.
Lexa led everyone up a small hillside on the west side of the path. He pointed into the distance and said, "That's the Kyrgyz village!" A piece of continuous rolling hills, with a huge valley in the distance, yellow-brown rocks and
Soil, mixed with a little bit of green.
It was a scorching sun, and heat was constantly steaming in the dusty air of the desolate land. Looking at the dry land, Prell couldn't help but ask: "How did you tauren survive in this land in the first place?
"
Tamra sighed: "I heard my father say that when we tauren lived in this land, the hilly grasslands of Desolation were still very lush. But after two or three generations of war, this place has been destroyed by war.
, it became what it is now.”
There were no centaur soldiers on patrol in the direction of the Kyrgyz village, so the group hid in the shade of a hill to rest. The falcon Spire was flying at high altitude for reconnaissance, and Prell's team was not far away from the goblin convoy.
Very far.
As we walked further south from here, the greenness in our eyes gradually became more and more green. Lexa dusted off his cloak and said, "We'll spend the night there tonight!" He pointed to the mountains in the distance and said, "Turn over.
After passing the mountain pass, there is a wide canyon leading from Desolation to Feralas. The centaurs have not stationed troops there, so we can rest safely."
Prell nodded tiredly. Like him, all his friends were listless. They had been traveling under the scorching sun for days and lacked enough water. If it hadn't been for the luggage system and Lexa also had a space ring, I'm afraid they would have to
The water is cut off.
The goblin convoy was also moving at a slow speed, so after nightfall, Prell could even see the bonfires lit by the goblins in the valley in the distance.
The next day, they spent the whole day walking through the valley, and Prell felt as if he had entered another world. The high mountains in the north of Feras serve as a barrier, and there are lush green everywhere, with tall trees reaching into the sky, lush grassland,
Even the scorching sun was covered by the shade of trees that covered the sky.
Under the leadership of Lexa, the group of people went east and came to a large lake. Lexa said: "This is Lake Gardemir. There is a huge tree on the island in the middle of the lake, and there are some dragons."
People are patrolling, it seems to be the green dragon's territory. As long as we don't get too close, it will be fine even if we are discovered by the dragons."
True to Lexa's words, they refilled their water bladders by the quiet and clear lake, and a dragon man emerged not far away with a small dragon head. Except for the head, the upper body looked like a human being.
The lower body is the limbs of a green dragon.
This green-scaled dragon man was carrying a long spear, with a flag tied to the end of the spear. He looked at Prell and his party in silence, and then he silently got in until Rexxar left with his companions.
into the woods.
Rexxar explained: "These draconians don't care if the animals in the forest come to drink water. But if other intelligent creatures appear, they will be able to detect them quickly and come to monitor them. The goblin convoy must not know this.
thing, so they didn't replenish the water here, but there is a small lake to the southwest from here, which should be the place where the goblins rest!"
The group of them rested for a while behind a hillside south of Lake Gardemir. Lexa released the falcon Spire again, and Spire quickly sent back the news.
Rexxar stood up, fed a piece of meat to Spire on his arm, and said: "The goblins seem to have provoked the harpies, or maybe the harpies who were blocking the road discovered the goblins. In short,
They started fighting!"
Prell chuckled: "It's good to fight, let's go and see!"
From Lake Gardemir to the south, you can see two solitary peaks towering into the clouds from a distance, which are like the signposts of Feralas - Twin Tower Mountain. To the northwest of Twin Tower Mountain is the Crow Wind Ruins, where there used to be
It was the city of the elves, but it has long been turned into ruins.
Occupying the ruins of Crowwind is a group of harpies who call themselves the North Spring Clan. Like the harpies in other parts of the world of Azeroth, the North Spring Harpies also make a living by blocking roads and robbing. Compared to their compatriots in the north, the Bloodrage Clan.
, the North Spring Harpies are even more fierce, because centaurs are also their targets.
There was nothing the centaurs could do about it. In fact, a few years ago when Dezpa Khan led the Kokar clan to hunt down the tauren, he was ambushed by the North Spring Harpies. The angry Kokar clan broke into the forest.
, but soon tasted the bitter fruit of recklessness.
The North Spring harpies are particularly good at jungle warfare. The Kokar clan finally escaped from the jungle in embarrassment and had no choice but to deal with these tough female bandits.
When Prell and others followed Lexa all the way to the small lake northwest of the Twin Towers Mountain, the battle detected by Spire was over.
At least three hundred Beiquan clan harpies densely surrounded the goblin convoy of more than a hundred people. A green-skinned goblin who looked like a caravan manager was standing in front of the harpies, waving his arms exaggeratedly, as if to
There is some kind of negotiation going on with the harpies.