"Maybe I've found your lord."

Sylvanas shouted.

Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to the elven ranger. In the ruins, Sylvanas picked up a tattered cloak with a longbow, which was so badly worn that it was even stained with orc blood, but the emblem painted on the cloak could still be seen. It was the head of an eagle, proud and unyielding. All the Hammer Dwarves also recognized the emblem, which was the emblem of the Hammer tribe, the Griffon Warrior.

"Oh, no......"

The dwarven knights wept as they saw a bloody corpse lying beneath the cloak.

The dwarves were so sad and grieving that Sylvanas couldn't stand it anymore.

"Look."

She walked over to the corpse and flipped it over with her longbow, so that everyone could see the face of the dead dwarf. That's not the Hammer Lord Vorstad at all...... Rather, it was a warrior of the Copperbeard Clan......

"The dwarves who have been captured here are not only your high lords, but also other dwarves, and even soldiers of other races."

Sylvanas said coldly.

"But that's our lord's mantle!"

Frank shouted.

"As prisoners, does it matter who wears whose clothes? For demons and orcs, the captives are the same, they are just experiments. ”

Sylvanas continued—

"But we can be sure that your High Lord was still here three days ago. Now, all you need to do is find Naga's trail to find Furstad. ”

Sylvanas's analysis was instantly accepted by everyone. The Hammer Dwarves, who had complained about the Windranger just now, all cast grateful glances at her at this moment...... For the Hammer Dwarves, right is right, wrong is wrong, you help them, they will remember you as good, in their world, relationships are so simple. So much so that usually their character likes to go straight. Not at all shy about it.

"So what are you waiting for? Go find those Naga now, my Warhammer can't wait! ”

Frank shouted. It can be seen that the dwarven knights beside him are also full of hope and high morale. They belong to the kind of people who give a little sunshine and are enthusiastic when they have a little hope.

"The key thing is that it is not easy to find traces of the enemy on this continent, we must hurry, otherwise, with just one rain, the traces of Naga can be wiped clean."

Sylvanas said solemnly.

With a sharper eye than a hunter, Sylvanas led the Hammer Dwarves on a trail of the Naga. Finally, a week later, they stopped in front of a huge lake. The snake-like creatures disappeared by the lake. There is no doubt that they dived into this lake. At the same time, Furstad's griffon squirmed over the lake, crying out in mournful, further proving that Sylvanas was right. The Hammer Lord Vorstad is under this lake!

Although it is a lake, Ares estimates that it is larger than an ocean. There is no end in sight to the shoreline, and the water does not look calm, like waves crashing against the reef, and the pale blue water washes ashore over and over again, leaving a fluorescent foam. The shores of the lake are beautiful, but with them comes dangers. The pale blue water of the lake is due to the shadow of the sky, and the fluorescent foam indicates that the waters may have been polluted and that not all creatures can live here......

"We must go down!"

"How to go down? We don't have scuba equipment, do you know how deep it is? What dangerous creatures await us? ”

Standing on the shore of the lake, they didn't need Ares to remind them, and the dwarves themselves were red-faced. Some fanatical dwarves want to go naked like this and find the High Lord Furstad. Another, somewhat sane Hammer Knights objected to such a foolish approach.

"Going into the water blindly will bury us. We're gone, and the Great Lord has no hope of being saved! ”

A tattooed Hammer Knight yelled. In the face of Franck, the already fanatical griffin knight, he has no way to speak to Frank in good words.

"Are we just standing by the lake and doing nothing?"

Frank yelled back.

The two dwarves stood on the shore like this, fighting to the death, and even began to fight each other...... And Ares didn't bother to pay attention to them, and stood by the lake by himself, thinking, and thinking......

"You've got a way?"

Sylvanas didn't know when she followed. She looked at Ares with clear blue eyes.

"Hmm...... How do you know? ”

Ares turned and said.

"What can you hide from me?"

She smiled.

"Well, when did the much-anticipated Windranger know me so well?"

Looking at Sylvanas's beautiful face and figure, Ares replied lightly.

"When you're in Quel'Thalas......"

Sylvanas took a step closer, looking closely at Ares' familiar yet unfamiliar face.

She almost put her hand on Ares's face, but it was a tacit understanding that kept both of them deliberately at a distance.

"Alas, although it has only been five or six years, it feels like a lifetime away when I think about it now."

Ares sighed. Thinking back to the past, I was still a little dick, and meeting Sylvanas was like seeing a goddess, and the whole person was soft. And now......

"Hehe, stop feeling emotional. Tell me what you think. ”

Sylvanas said with a soft chuckle, resolving the embarrassment.

"Actually, my idea is very simple, remember what the priestess said when we set off from the Night Elf camp?"

Ares asked in a low voice.

"Remember, she said the Orc's camp would be dangerous, so let's be cautious."

Sylvanas said, tilting her head.

"No, it's not this."

"What's that?"

"As she said, the reason why the expedition team doesn't attack the demons in this area is because they are not strong enough. And reinforcements from the Grand Druid are on the way. ”

Ares said with a smile.

"You mean to use their army to help us find the Hammerleader?"

"No, it's not utilization, it's a common goal."

"But the Naga may not be their enemy...... They were going to target the demons, and now that the demons and orcs were killed, they wouldn't do anything more. ”

Sylvanas returned melancholy.

"It wasn't before, but it is now. You know, the reason why the Night Elves are here. They are passionate about the protection of nature, and it is clear that the continent is suffering terrible damage. This destruction is man-made, that is, the Naga is responsible. Do you believe that this water, this giant lake, is naturally formed? ”

"I don't believe it, this must be the result of some kind of force intervention."

Sylvanas replied.

"Yes, some kind of force, the power of the Naga, they are pumping water from the entire swamp, which is bound to destroy the ecological balance of the Zangar swamp. The Night Elf druids would not agree, and war would be on the verge of breaking out. Also, I told them that Naga might be an ally of Illidan. In their eyes, Illidan was a traitor, a servant of the devil. With a combination of reasons, they are bound to attack the Naga. ”

Under the blue light of the swamp, Ares methodically analyzed.