The only safe and necessary thing Dinin could think of was for Brand to rush to Lordaeron's royal city and tell King Terenus what had happened here.

He wasn't sure what a commoner's voice could do, and in fact, Dineen wasn't even sure if he could gain the king's trust with his words. This is also the reason why he did not rush to the royal city to seek the power of the ruler in the first place. Since his words have no basis, he can only do it first.

But this kingdom also needs to be warned, the sooner the better. They must act quickly, otherwise the Cursed Sect's conspiracy, once successful, will cause terrible harm to the people, no matter what stage it progresses.

And it was also necessary to divert Brand's attention. At this time, it was useless to be annoyed that he had accidentally revealed the fact that the cursed sect still had remnants in his previous casual conversation, and he had to stop this kid from rushing into the blood. Albert had Dineen behind him to clean up the mess, and Brand wasn't so lucky.

Of course, Dineen didn't express such thoughts. He wrote down what he knew about the Lich King and the Cult of the Damned into a letter, sealed it and gave it to Brand. The latter, after solemnly swearing not to open or lose the letter, asked: "To whom should I give this letter?" ”

This stumped Dineen. Even though he grew up in Lordaeron, can you expect a boy of that age to do anything other than get into trouble? What's more, Dinein's sensitivity to politics is simply a mess, and even now he can't figure out how many marquis or generals there are in the Stormwind Kingdom, how can he know what the ruling class of Lordaeron is.

He thought for a moment, and finally decided, "The only people you can trust are Ser Uther and His Majesty Terenus, don't give the letter to anyone else." ”

This is undoubtedly a difficult request. But Brand agreed without hesitation.

"Wait a minute."

He was stopped by Albert, who had been listening with a strange expression. The paladin stepped forward and handed him a letter as well.

"I'm guessing you'll use it." He smiled, "I'm one of them." ”

"Who did you tell him to take this to?" Dineen raised his eyebrows, "Your father?" ”

Albert, who had always shown that he didn't want to contact anyone who knew him, would take the initiative to come forward, and Dineen was also surprised. But then again, when this letter is sent, there won't be another group of people chasing after them, right?

"How so." Albert immediately shook his head, "I wasn't going to get caught yet." ”

Oh, it seems possible.

"This letter is for my mentor." The paladin explained, "He's in the royal city, too. With my guarantee, he will relay the news you have brought to His Majesty Terenus. ”

Such an affirmative tone surprised Dining. It was not difficult to meet the king, and it was customary for the king to meet regularly with representatives of the people, listen to their petitions and help them as best he could. But how to convince the king is a big problem. When Albert said this, it showed that his mentor would believe his guarantee and try his best to convince the king.

But he was relieved when he thought about it. Albert's talent is excellent to his own eyes, and his character is impeccable, so such an excellent student will naturally be valued by his tutor, and of course, there will probably be family reasons. Either way, it's a good thing that Albert was able to help.

"That's it." "But I must stress again that the contents of this letter I have written must not be seen by others. Not anyone, especially yourself. And, if necessary, you can ruin it. ”

In his letter, he outlined the weaknesses of the Cursed Sect and how to deal with it, and if it was taken advantage of by someone with a heart, it would really be a sight to behold.

Well, that's what it means literally.

"I promise." Brand said firmly.

Dinin said no more, and turned to beckon Sal and Albert to leave.

***

Follow the avenue northwest of Tallenmere and you'll reach the Alterac Mountains.

At the foot of the mountain was still full of greenery, but as they climbed along the winding trail, the plants on both sides became scarce, and thin layers of hoar frost coalesced on the weather-beaten rocks. Occasionally, you can see shepherds driving cattle and sheep and pedestrians hurrying with goods on their backs. Whenever this happens, they will hide and wait for each other to pass by, or quietly bypass.

Despite this, Sal was in a happy mood as if he was about to fly. As he walked, he stared at the snowy peaks in the distance, imagining the clansmen he had never met, and from time to time he reached into his pocket to touch the rough piece of fabric, and there was an unconscious smile on his face.

His performance made the other two feel good. It was a pleasure to walk through the stenching dark lair of the Cult of the Damned.

Towards noon, the three of them stopped to rest for a while, and after lunch, they discussed and chose a direction, and turned off the main road and headed into the depths.

The Frostwolf Clan lives in seclusion away from human tracks, and Dinin naturally will not follow the path built by humans. The search must have been very difficult, but fortunately, Dinin didn't plan to face the orcs directly, as long as he found the slightest trace, Thrall could follow the clues. As for whether the Frostwolf Clan can accept him, it depends on Thrall's own efforts.

The young orcs were inevitably apprehensive about this. In addition to his tossing and turning at night, this was revealed by his efforts to learn the culture of the tribe from Dining. Even Albert could understand orc language, which was a bit of a funny bonus.

But Dinen is not an orc after all, and in order to avoid misunderstandings, many things need to be carefully considered before he can be taught to him. However, Dinen also convinces him not to be nervous, most of the orcs will remember the heroic stories, and the rest of the details are recorded by the people in the clan known as the Torchbearers. As for tradition, the exiled Frostwolf Clan must not be too rigid in their observance of etiquette.

"It's enough to show who you are." Albert said, "Believe me, Sal, you are no less noble and valiant than the noblest and valiant of your people. ”

Sal was taken aback by this: "I'm glad you trust me, friend. But I still think you're overestimating me. You see, I'm neither a hero nor a big man. It would be an exaggeration to compare me to Hellroar or Doomhammer. ”

"Then that's the key." Dineen interjected, "Humility is a good thing, but arrogance should also be there. You're not a hero, but you're not guilty. You have not brought them calamity, nor have you brought them shame. Rather, you have come to ask for a right to live freely among your people, and this right is innate, and you can be humble, but you don't have to plead with them in a low voice. ”

Albert nodded approvingly, "Don't be ashamed of your past of being raised by humans, my friend. Blackmore put chains on you while you were young and ignorant, and if you bow your head and stop struggling, you should be ashamed. But you set him free by your own strength and fooled him severely. And as you can imagine, the two of you haven't settled your accounts yet. ”

He didn't give any tactfulness to the fact that he was also human, and he didn't hide his support for Thrall's revenge, even if it was a lieutenant general in the kingdom of Lordaeron. In his opinion, Blackmore's actions and schemes are simply disgusting, and Sal's own excellence highlights this even more.

Sal accepted the words gratefully, and he looked much more perked.

But the young orc had more to face on their way home than they had already prepared.

***

"—Seriously, are we sending Sal home? In fact, it's sending the white tiger back home! Dinen growled.

"I'll be honest, partner, I really don't understand your cold jokes!" Albert avoided the splash of snow a little awkwardly, "And I think this is the kind of time to-"

"Roar!"

The tall ogre let out a deafening roar and waved the stick in his hand like crazy. Albert flashed to Dineen's side with a tumbling roll, and raised his voice to finish his words: "-Not for small talk!" ”

"Oh, this blood stinks!"

Thrall, who succeeded in the raid, pulled his axe from the ogre's calf, inevitably drenched in gushing blood. He wiped his face as he ran, feeling like he didn't have to eat at night.

"It's not surprising that the blood of meat eaters is generally more stinky, and vegetarian ones are much better." Dineen replied to him solemnly.

"I'm asking you not to say such suspicious things before eating, okay!" Albert yelled uncontrollably, completely forgetting what he had said in the last sentence, "If this continues, I will doubt your race!" ”

Dinein, who had already circled behind the ogre, did not answer him immediately, but instead held the hilt of his sword and jumped high. The blade slammed into the broad shoulder, and then cut a deep, long wound with the force of the fall. The pain-stricken ogre suddenly let out another roar of rage, but Dineen had already kicked it in its back, drew his sword with reverse force, flipped through the air for half a circle, and landed firmly on the ground, spilling all the steaming blood on the snow.

Then he slowly replied to the paladin's complaint: "Isn't it more economical to not be able to eat and vomit after eating?" ”

Sal almost laughed again. Albert roared angrily, flung out the hammer in his hand, and struck the back of the head of the ogre, who had turned to face Dinein. After a muffled thud, the brain-splitting ogre threw himself forward and fell to the ground, not moving.

All three breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. Thrall glanced sympathetically at the clearly enraged ogre. Albert glared fiercely at Dinein, who looked away casually, and then raised an eyebrow.

"There's another one there." He pointed the others in the right direction, "Don't let it run, I don't want to be chased by an army of ogres." ”

This is said without the consciousness of the first attacker, but ogres are extremely aggressive creatures, and it is impossible to slip under their noses safely. Since they weren't here to jump into a hot cauldron to fill their stomachs, Dineen decided to cut through the mess quickly.

The three of them were scattered and surrounded by a tacit understanding. The ogre, who had planned to escape, was suddenly even more frightened, but his fat body couldn't run, and he was easily blocked at the exit of the valley. Seeing this, the ogre howled loudly, waved his hands wildly, and threw a bolt of lightning!

"Be careful!"

This time he was caught off guard, and the two people who were blocking in front dodged left and right in embarrassment. Seeing this, Sal, who was following behind the formation, couldn't help but jump back and be on guard.

"It can cast spells?" Sal said unexpectedly.

"What's so strange about that!" Dinen shouted, "Even the fishmen can throw ice arrows!" ”

"What's the matter with those apprentices in Dalaran who can't even learn basic spells?" Albert was a little speechless.

"Maybe the teacher's eyes are not good!"

Small talk is small talk, and the movements of their hands are not slow. Albert spun around and joined Thrall to draw the ogre's attention, while Dineen took off his bow from his back. No way, although he is better at melee weapons, his archery skills are the best of the three.

Three arrows in quick succession all hit the ogre. The latter threw spells indiscriminately, but there was no precision at all under the panic and pain, and even flew to the high cliff in a few strokes. Dineen didn't pay any attention to the lightning that was flying around, waited intently, and then opened his bow and pulled the string!

The speeding arrow plunged swiftly into its throat, and the panicked ogre recklessly tried to pull it out, but the blood flowed faster. It struggled for a moment, and finally fell to the ground with a heavy blow.

Blessed with the staggering weight of fat, Albert, who was closer, even felt the ground tremble. He stooded on his feet, only to find that the shaking had not stopped. At the same time, there was a dull collapse sound on his side, and he subconsciously turned his head to look, and his face suddenly changed: "Dining! ”

Dineen was quicker to sense the danger coming from behind him. Without hesitation, he charged. The silver trail swept through the air, and he stopped the car beside his companion before looking back.

The white waves rolling down the hillside made him think of the lightning that had struck him, and he instantly understood what was happening. But at this time, he had no other countermeasure, only one way-

"Run!"