She felt the box shake for a moment, and then it fell to the ground, and the light came back into the box, and the lid flew somewhere, and when she crawled out of it, she saw three people surrounding the big-eyed minotaur.

"Alliance?"

An undead and two orcs appeared so surprised that they temporarily stopped playing with the minotaurs.

"I'll protect you. ”

The poor minotaur dragged his bulky body in front of Loria.

She noticed blood in the crook of the cow's leg and several small wounds on its back.

She never thought that one day she would have to beat someone else for the sake of one Buluo.

"What's going on, how can there be a leader here?" The three adventurers didn't attack her as Loria expected, and they didn't even play the minotaur anymore, they just stepped back a little and discussed something, neither leaving nor approaching.

"Are you alright?" asked Loria.

"It's okay, I'm used to it. The minotaur scratched his head in response to her question, and seemed to be distressed by the adventurer's behavior.

Loria noticed that the cow spoke lightly, and there was no emotion in his overly clear gaze about hatred or pain.

What a strange cow.

"Are you often bullied like this?" Loria pointed to the old wounds on the cow's body, and inexplicably felt close to the minotaur, and asked, "Do you want me to help you kill them?"

She hadn't met adventurers for too long, I don't know if it was an illusion, these strange people had little presence in her eyes at the moment, she had a grotesque feeling, as if she could tear those three adventurers apart with a gentle wave of her hand.

The minotaur scratched his head again, he nodded, then shook his head, and then looked down at Loria's size...... It's the size of a helpless puppy.

"They're just joking with me...... presumably even he doesn't believe such excuses, "it's okay, it's not good to fight." ”

Loria sighed softly, and looked at herself in the big bull's eyes, as if that was where she was staying.

But she seemed to have forgotten that she was on the run, and that the distance to the orc camp could be described as close to it.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for a small group of orc soldiers to surround her and the stunned cow.

The stupid minotaur picked up a stone from the ground, as if trying to protect Loria, but surrounded by orc soldiers, he was walking in place and didn't know which direction to face.

"Be careful not to break her neck. An orc in a rare full suit of armor pushed through the crowd and yelled closer, "Take her away, we're going to trade her for a warrior who returns with glory in exchange for the Alliance's cubs." ”

The orcs hadn't bothered to check what she was doing in the last few days, and if it weren't for the prisoners to be exchanged, they probably wouldn't have found out that she had been taken by a minotaur.

"Alright, I'll be fine. Loria patted the minotaur and motioned for him to get out of the way, "Do you want to come with me?"

Openly protecting a human being, his situation may not be too pretty.

"It's okay. The minotaur was stunned for a moment, still repeating what he had said several times, "I'm used to it. ”

Loria frowned, turned and walked away with the orc soldiers escorting her, just concentrating and paying attention to the cow's condition.

"Fuck off, Gamor, go back to your hometown and graze, the tribe doesn't need liars, cowards, and fools like you. ”

Loria tilted her head, it turns out that the tribe is not as keen on killing its own kind as the Scarlet Crusaders.

……

Loria soon returns to her kind, and despite not knowing each other, humans and dwarves ask her with concern if she is doing well, if she has been abused, and why she ran away to this damn land.

But she only nodded and shook her head to answer questions, and sometimes stared at the dead plants on the side of the road, and others thought she was scared, so they thoughtfully stopped asking her questions.

It is said that the Scourge army has gathered outside the city of Stratholme, and the Alliance and the Horde have probably lost the mind to trouble each other, and the armies from all over the country have been drawn one after another, with the cooperation of the Silver Dawn heading north, where only the militia groups remain, and the militia will soon move east to ensure the supply of the front-line army.

"Just check in over there, and I'd suggest you come with us to the Chapel of Light's Wish, where you might be able to turn to adventurers and explorers and find a team willing to take you back to Stormwind. One of the soldiers led her to the camp, and he pointed to a simple table and chair under the blue lion and said, "Where have the paperwork gone?" ”

"May the Light be with you. Loria looked down, she didn't know what her expression was at the moment, but she remembered that Alice had mentioned that she looked beautiful when she wasn't smiling—which was not a good thing to say given Alice's deviation from the mainstream of society.

The soldiers who led the way quickly left, leaving Loria alone in the spot, watching as everyone scrambling to pack their bags, dismantle makeshift tents, and carry supplies...... They all know their past and know what they're going to do, but what about her?

Loria responds to her recent trip, and she should take the opportunity to observe the Alliance's forces at this moment and try to find valuable information...... But she was not interested, and a low shack caught her eye, and she approached.

"Would you like some tools? little girl. The dwarven boss beckoned to her as he packed a bundle of steel weapons.

"Give me a cloak. Loria pointed to the short black burqa in the corner and returned to the crowd, making her begin to feel ashamed of her filthy clothes...... Just as she was about to pay to leave, she saw a shovel leaning against the counter.

The shovel was rusty and didn't look very good, so the old dwarf simply decided to give it to Loria.

"What are you going to do with it?"

"If I meet my father, I can dig a grave for him. ”

The old dwarf's nose was sore, and he almost burst into tears at the answer, presumably thinking of Loria as an orphan girl who had died and become an undead by some poor father—and there was nothing wrong with that.

Either way, he refused to take the money for the cloak.

Just as she was about to leave the camp, a man suddenly grabbed her by the shoulder, and she turned to look to see an old man with meticulously combed white hair looking at her with his mouth wide open in surprise.

"Are you...... Loria?"

Looking at that old face, her empty memory suddenly took on color.