What will happen to Varian, Locke doesn't know and is a little big... Because the situation was very urgent at the time, the portal temporarily opened by the wizards was very unstable, and he was supposed to leave with Varian, but unfortunately he was caught by Onexia before he could enter.

Now Locke can only hope that Varian will be safe, time and space have begun to be chaotic, and the future of Locke is not completely guaranteed that it will develop as he is familiar with.

And the most important thing is!!

The Alliance cannot afford to lose the kings of the two main human kingdoms at once!!

Especially at this special time!!

Locke could even have imagined that if he and Varian really couldn't go back, the alliance would fall apart...

The kingdoms of humanity, lacking a key leader, will also be completely scattered, and there will be no chance of reuniting under one banner. Dwarves and gnomes may choose to break away from the embrace of human friendship in a desperate state of disappointment, abandon all ground territories, shrink all ground fortress strongholds, close the gates of their Ironforge Fortress, and completely seal themselves in the caves of the mountains...

And the Night Elves and Blood Elves, who are already inseparable from humans, are also very likely to go down the worst path...

At that point, there will be no need for the tribe to conclude a peace pact with a scattered alliance...

If possible, Locke would have preferred him to return to Stormwind as soon as possible. Without this fateful catastrophe, Varian may be more composed than before. With him and Kalia here, even Lordaeron has a good chance of ensuring stability.

"Human, what's your name?"

Thoughtful, Locke was thinking about it, and he turned his head to look at the source of the voice, which was the light-blue-skinned Night Elf man Bloor.

Locke didn't rush to answer, he looked at the druid, who was waiting for his answer, and then turned to look at Valella, who was leaning against the edge of the cage and looking out at the trees.

Claire Murphy, Lordaeron's. Descendants of the nobility. ”

Although Locke knew some information about the two of them, and also knew that in his own space-time two-dimensional, the two of them were Varian's good friends in the future, and they were also 3v3 teammates in the arena here, but...

It was Varian, not himself, after all, and who knows what the two of them and themselves will be like in the future? So he didn't tell the truth, and he had this incident with Varian, which was relatively secretive and couldn't be exposed.

But for the time being, consider them good guys, because they really didn't do anything bad in the history of Warcraft...

"Human nobles? Sooner or later, Rhaegar will pay for it," Bloor shook his head helplessly, "he's getting out of line." The alliance and the tribal peace treaty is already fragile, and in doing so, he would create a very bad role model in the tribal society. ”

"Isn't it the same with humans?" Valera pursed her lips and turned her head to look sarcastically at the Night Elves, "Here, there is no difference between humans and orcs. ”

"That's right, people...", thinking that it might not be good for her teammates to call humans in the future, Varela loosened the hood buckle around her neck and changed her tone to as calm as possible, but despite this, Locke still heard that her tone was a little arrogant... This is actually quite normal, most elves really don't have much interest in short-lived humans, unless they (they) are really interested in the humans at the time, and they will not deliberately understand.

"Murphy? It's okay for me to call you Murphy, right? My homeland Quel'Salas, are they okay? ”

The elves of Quel'Thalas... It's really an elf who has just come of age.

"It's okay," Locke said, rubbing the back of his head uncertainly, he hadn't paid attention to it in a long time. But it's not a big deal, after all, they've already made an alliance with Lordaeron, and they have more than three legions of men there to help them defend against the scourge of the undead...

"Huh? Your eyes? "Locke finally noticed something unusual about the elf in front of him! Valera's eyes are the green of evil powers!!

It is different from the dark blue or sky blue eyes of the High Elves, and it is also different from the elves that Locke has seen before who are only called blood elves. Valera's eyes are green, and even in her sockets there are ethereal green flames that want to float out of them, but they disappear automatically when they leave their sockets... It's amazing, but it also makes people subconsciously feel dangerous.

"Your eyes!? Could it be that your archmage Romans has returned? He's back from the Outlands? Locke looked into Varela's eyes in surprise!

"This... Your Excellency the Human Lord! Valera said angrily, and she pointed to her face with a delicate finger for Locke to take a closer look... There is still a little baby fat on his face, a blood elf who has just become an adult...

"I'm just an elf just coming of age, how would I know these things? The skill of extracting magic is something we are born with. ”

"But your eyes are clearly the sequelae of sucking evil magic!" Locke had to ask, knowing that Azeroth didn't have many evil powers, not even Origin Magic.

"Damn it," Valera twisted her head to the side in a boring way, muttering in a low voice, "How do I know where it came from..."

"Hmph, the blood elves who are willing to fall..."Although Broel was closing his eyes and recuperating, the whisper in his mouth was still clear enough for Locke to hear.

He hurriedly pretended not to know to divert the topic, everyone knew that this matter was a reverse scale in the blood elves and could not be touched.

"Bloor, Valera says you're an elite gladiator?"

Bloor politely opened his eyes and looked at Locke and nodded, "I've been bought by Rhaegar for a while, and I've been training for a while, until he dies... I've won a few fights with him. ”

"Bloody Eyes?" Locke was curious about this orc who had only heard the name.

Valella said with a slight sarcasm on the side, "Then you must have been beaten a lot!" Everyone knows that the orc Bloodeye was the heads-up king of the Doom Arena last year... I'm still a little surprised if Bloodeye has ever been your partner, are you proud? Or rather, you are so filial to your tribal master. ”

"Shut up!" Bloor, who had a green beard and light blue skin, held the antlers on his head, and turned his face to look at Valera viciously, "I chose it myself!" It was I myself who sold myself to him! Valera! I'm not like you blood elves! ”

"Willing to fall! Stab in the back! ”

Valella must have heard those eight words.

Valella exploded in an instant, her slender eyebrows rose in an instant, and her two long ears turned stingy and blood-red.

Locke hurriedly tried to divert the topic again, "Valera! Are you going to be a gladiator? But you're still a kid..."

It's just that this time it seems to be a little too useful to divert the topic, and Valera's anger suddenly came to him...

"I'm not a kid!!" Valella looked at Locke and said in a hurried tone, "Okay! I'm very young and young for elves! But we are not the same as you humans! I'm much older than you! ”

Almost without the need for magic recognition, Locke had already sensed a different taste of magic from the trace of breath wafting out of Valera's eyes because of her anger.

It seems that Romans has really returned from the Outlands. This proves that Silvermoon City really has a way to contact the Outlands and their princes...

"Yes! When the Scourge killed my whole family, it tried to capture me! I was still a kid indeed! Valera looked at Locke angrily and said, "But since my parents died, I've been able to live on my own!" I've done a great job, I've been playing with forest trolls in the woodlands, and I've even evaded the Scourge undead chasing me again and again! ”

"What I want to tell you is! I! Not one! Kids! ”

"Not in the early days!!"

"Yes, yes, I was wrong. You're not a child anymore..."Locke looked at her petite body, her eyebrows, feet and face were slightly immature, and he could only apologize against his will...

Only a child cares so much about whether he is a child or not...

"So, how did you get caught here and shackled?"

"Uh... This..."Valera, who was still angry, turned red, and looked down at the side for a moment of dumbfounded thought, "I fell in love with a shaman's amulet... I want to steal it..."

"It's really not a big deal, really!" Perhaps afraid that she would be underestimated, Valera looked up again and hurriedly argued, "I didn't expect that cunning shaman to set an alarm trap on the amulet..."

"After they caught me, they threw me into the orc prison. But before that I could do that, I'd wounded several orc guards! It's true! ”

Compared to the average height of the orc guards of more than two meters and two, the stout body... Look at Valella, who is less than 1.7 meters tall, petite and thin, she is indeed very powerful! It gradually overlapped with the impression I knew, but the one in front of me was smaller.

Seeing that Valera wanted to look for sure, Locke smiled and nodded, "I believe in you!" Rhaegar wouldn't let a nobody help him win the title. ”

Valella was overjoyed by this, and she continued, "It may have been my bad luck that day, I wanted to escape from prison, just in time for them to sell me to Rhaeggar... That's why I'm here. ”

But before Locke answered, Bloor, who had been listening impatiently on the side, answered, "I'm not surprised at all about the blood elves! Because sooner or later they are unlucky, they are scheming, they are naturally rebellious, they are cowardly! They are simply not to be trusted! ”

Alas... Locke sighed...

The Blood Elves and the Night Elves, two elven races that were originally of the same clan, would quarrel over the conflicts of the ancient times and the events that had happened over the years whenever they met... This is true for both commoners and elves with status.

"Bloor! You slander me! Don't let me slander my race! You can trust us! Sure enough, Valella was furious again, furious at Bloor's insult to her race, "We fight with all our hearts and souls for our choice!" We make allies from our enemies! We will take revenge! We will take revenge on all who despise us! ”

"But here! You can trust me! I'm definitely your trusted teammate!! ”

Bloor didn't speak, he just glanced at the angry Valella a few times before turning and leaning against the corner of the cage and lay down.

"Sleep, Murphy, it's going to be a long time to get to Orgrimmar."

The feeling of being empty and unusable filled Valella's body, and Bloor's evasion made her feel angry and nowhere to go.

She and Bloor had been in this cage for a while, and during that time she and him, they had quarreled with each other, and they always knew how each other would react.

"Humph!"

Valella snorted angrily, and she lay down too, turning to her side...

Locke, who is a human, looked at the two elves lying on the left and right sides, and then lowered his head with a wry smile and looked at the shackles on his hands and feet.

Since he woke up just now, he has secretly tried many times, trying to break free from the shackles that bound him with his own strength, but all of them have failed without exception.

The Light is locked, and the joyful singing that used to be in their bodies is gone. Whenever a new light is generated in his body, it will soon be absorbed by the yellow dust suspended in his body... Not only that, but the dust left in my body makes my muscles sore, weak, and uncomfortable every time I move too much, it's like being hollowed out of my body...

Because of this, he was bullied by a crocodile just now...

Now that he is in Kalimdor, he is about to reach Orgrimmar and reach the main city of the orcs, and he must solve the problem of limiting his strength as soon as possible, otherwise he is really not sure about leaving.

Lying on the ground of the cage, Locke pondered a solution as the car swayed on the pothole-ridden hard mud road.

If anyone can help him in his current situation, there are two candidates in front of him, one is the Rhaegar orc shaman who grabbed him, and the other is the night druid Broel beside him.

The former may let themselves play in the arena and find ways to help themselves, and the latter may help them because of their teammate. But what is certain is that neither approach may work, but both may work.

I don't know what this unknown dust is, but it's very effective at limiting the energy of powerful professionals, and I can't rule out the possibility that they can't help it...

With a messy brain, Locke, who had been thinking about it for a long time, finally couldn't stand it...

Alas, let's sleep, I've been floating at sea for too long, and I can finally sleep peacefully...

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