Barren Lands, at a crossroads, when Woking arrived with a team of troll headhunters on velociraptor horses, he saw orc warriors and minotaur warriors clearing the battlefield. Lay away the bodies of their fellow citizens and bury them. The bodies of centaurs and boar people are piled up in piles and then burned until they have been skinned.

Woking looked at the scene in front of him and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. When he saw Dalgard, he urged the velociraptor to run to Dalgard, jumped off the dragon, and asked, "Dalgard, what's going on here?" What about centaurs and boar people? ”

Dargard gave Woking a standard orc salute and said, "Your Excellency, Honorable Chief! The centaurs and boar men have been routed and fled away by us. ”

"What about the casualties?"

"Thanks to the help of the Blood Elves, we have reduced our casualties a lot! The other is that the garrison officer, Lord Segra, is seriously injured and unconscious. Dargard replied.

"What about the casualties of the Blood Elves?" Woking asked again.

"There were less than 100 casualties, including 11 dead!"

"It seems that as Sal said, the blood elves are very strong in combat." Woking thought to himself, and asked again, "The heroes of the blood elves have struck?" ”

"Nope! The princes, princesses, countesses, and dark queens of the blood elves stand in the watchtower to command the battle! Dargard's reply shocked Woking again. When he and Sal helped the Minotaurs fight back against the centaurs, there were a lot of hero-level participants, and just like that, they just drove the centaurs away.

"Where's the Blood Elf Prince?"

"They are directly west of the camp, remembering and burying their fallen soldiers." Dargaard back.

Woking took his leave, leading his guard, the Shadowhunters, to the west of the crossroads.

Quelsara stood solemnly in front of the corpses of the 11 Fallen Blades with the Blood Elf army, each with sadness on their faces, yesterday they were brothers who talked and laughed together, but today they are separated by yin and yang.

Quelsala said the eulogy: "These 11 brothers who are lying here! Die for the revival of Quel'Thalas, for the prosperity of the new tribe! They deserve to be our national heroes! Their heroic spirits will go after the great ancestor Sun King, but their spirit will always live in the hearts of each and every one of us! ”

After Quel'sala's eulogy, everyone present bowed their heads and observed ten seconds of silence, including Woking and his Shadowhunter Guard.

At the end of the silence, the Magister unleashed flames to cremate the warrior's body, and the ashes were placed in a vase of idiosyncrasies to be brought back to Quel'Salas for burial. Quelsara ordered the army to return to the makeshift barracks to renovate, and led only the top brass to the Crossroads Inn, where an Orc Overseer, Sergera Blackthorn, was still being treated, and the Druid Tuga Rune Totem and Shaman** were treating her.

Quelsara turned and met the tall hunchbacked troll, Woking.

Woking looked at Quel'sala, and his dark voice sounded: "Your Excellency is Prince Quel'sala!" Sure enough, it's better to be famous than to meet. ”

Quelsala looked at the troll calmly and said, "Your Excellency is the chief of the Darkspear Clan, Lord Wojin!" Fortunately, fortunately! ”

"I've been listening to Sal talk about how heroic Prince Quelsala is! I was fortunate to meet today, and I want to talk to the prince below! Woking said, "I don't know if His Royal Highness the prince can enjoy it!" ”

In response to Woking's provocation, Quelsala squinted at the troll in front of him, and Quelsala had an urge to rush up and dismantle him.

However, before Quelsala could make a move, Ordaron jumped out in a rage and shouted, "Damn troll, you don't need the prince to do anything if you want to die, I'll give you a ride!" ”