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www.mpzw.com) Just how difficult the road through the Tribal realm was, Gilles now felt acutely.

Beyond the Hillsbrad Hills, where Alliance and Horde adventurers were in full swing, Gilles made his final respite at a Dalaran remnant settlement in the southern part of the Silverpine Forest, where roaming magicians kept Alliance travelers safe.

After leaving the final sanctuary to the north, the Night Elf Thieves haven't encountered a single creature that could be called an ally for a full week.

He always chooses the most difficult trails in the forest in the middle of the night, and when he finds something unusual, he immediately hides and waits for an opportunity to sneak away from danger, and when the darkest hour before dawn comes, he will go to more remote places, look for hidden objects such as tree hollows, and spend the whole day without moving.

The benefits of this are obvious: after a week of deep dwelling into the Forsaken's territory, he encounters no dangers worth describing other than a few giant mutant spiders lurking in the depths of the gloomy forest, and the disadvantages are just as obvious: he moves slowly, and in the depths of the forest, where there are no signposts or references, it's easy to get lost.

Gilles is not a 'pure' Night Elf, though he uses hermit better than some of his native citizens...... But the dark and dead forest didn't make him feel at home in the slightest, except that he was uncomfortable.

He was clearly more accustomed to the spacious, translucent stone houses of humans than to tree hollows.

Rather than being caught by the undead and doing strange things, it's better to start out honestly and take the path. ’

Late one night, Gilles, who had been comforting himself in this way for days, noticed that the trees were thinning out, and before long he saw a vast expanse of water that shone cold gray under the moon.

The Night Elf suddenly had a sense of confusion, and for a moment, he thought that he had walked to the North Sea with his head down.

"Lake Lordamere?"

Hiding deep in the forest, Giles kept spinning the map, guessing his location...... Poor at reading images, he soon found himself completely lost in despair.

Now there are only two paths to choose from – go back in time to find the path through the silver pine forest, or walk north along the lake...... Until the Undercity.

It's dangerous no matter how you look at it.

Just as he was struggling in his heart, and even wanted to continue to run back into the depths of the forest, a loud roar suddenly came from afar.

After a moment's hesitation, he decided to see what was going on, and expertly concealing his breath, Gilles ducked into the shadows, sneaking and slowly approaching the direction where the voice came from.

Carefully brushing aside the last bush leaf that stood between him and the shore of the lake, he was the first to see a large crowd of undead, and as he reflexively tried to turn away, he noticed two ...... surrounded by undead Two humans.

Gilles was too far away to see their faces, but both were tall among humans...... The most suspicious thing was that one of them had his hands around and seemed not to worry at all about being surrounded by a dozen undead, while the other man with his back to him and a heavy cloak was wrapping around his hands...... Cloth?

Why are Aboriginal humans here...... Gilles, who quickly determined the identities of the two, thought that yes, it was said that there were a considerable number of humans living in seclusion on the shores of Lake Lordamere.

After a little hesitation, Gilles, who had spent his days in a strange environment, decided to find an opportunity to help these two humans, who were considered to be in the same camp.

He pulled out the dagger at his waist and clenched it in his hand, holding his breath for nowhere.

Gilles felt that he was not the opponent of a dozen undead spirits who were almost equal to him, so he had to quietly close the distance while planning a rescue plan.

"Don't store the filth of the world!"

The man with his back to Gilles suddenly shouted in a hoarse voice, "How dare you stand in the way of my destiny......"

Although it is very imposing, the wording is somewhat strange.

I couldn't figure out if it was a natural disaster or a dozen undead of the Forsaken looked at each other, but they just tightened their grips on their weapons.

"I hear! it is the voice of the Light to me! it tells me to follow the call of the soul!"

The man continued to roar, as if he was afraid that he would not be able to attract more undead.

Fate, soul, and calling, these three words are used in two sentences...... This is no longer the middle two of ordinary Cheng dù, Gilles, who is slowly advancing, silently thought, he is a little hesitant, should he continue to help them...... After thinking about it, I felt that the second disease also has human rights, and I can't see death without help, so I continued to move forward.

"The call from the depths of my soul keeps urging me forward, and my heart is tormented every moment!"

The man threw Dou into the sky neatly, and roared domineeringly across the lake-"Stop me from going to where my sister is, you are killing yourself!"

Gilles Kiyosumi stumbled, almost falling to the ground, and at the same time released his stealth state. How can there really be a creature like Sister Control!

Before the Night Elf finished sighing, the man with short black hair who had been clasping his hands around him whimpered quietly, he clapped vigorously, and said in a choked voice, "That's a great point!

'Can you join the undead?'

At the same time that Gilles asked in his heart, the man who was originally regarded as the second middle school, but was actually a sister control, rushed to the undead who surrounded them with his bare hands.

Mixed with shouts of 'Light give me strength' and 'For my sister', he knocked down an undead with his fist, snatched the one-handed sword clenched in the rotting palm, and began to kill as if he were wielding a mace.

The black-haired man sniffed and said 'deep into my heart' from time to time, and before he could finish his feelings, his companion smashed all a dozen undead to the ground, unable to move.

Only then did Gilles notice that the man who had beaten the undead was like eating, with his hair loose and his beard unkempt...... Quite peculiarly, he has a ridiculously pink beard.

It's a cute color for a girl, but it's hilarious to put on such a hoarse voice and a rough appearance.

There's such a guy as an older brother.,I'm really sorry for that sister.。

Giles couldn't help laughing, completely unaware that after a week in the forest, he looked just as sloppy.

……

A clump of long, shaggy pale pink hair danced lightly under the red moon.

No amount of tricky attacks could hit its owner, and the enraged orc warrior slammed his shield into the smirking Lori.

"Dissipate!"

The sweet voice came, and Lori disappeared, and in an instant she appeared behind the orc, lifting her leg and kicking him.

Before the orc warrior could turn around, he saw the blonde Lori, who had been slowly reloading in the distance, raising her gun to her head.

There was a bang, and then there was no more.

The orc fell and disappeared, and Anne, who was leisurely wiping the barrel of the gun, found Loria with her hands around her body, squatting on the ground and shivering.

Isn't it strange that vampires are not afraid of the cold?