They walked along the road for more than two hours, and when they were about to have afternoon tea, dark clouds suddenly drifted from the western sky, and the sky gradually darkened.

"We'll have to go a little faster, if we don't want to get wet." Diego urged with some concern, knowing that there was a Blackwell pumpkin farm on the south side of the road, and they might be able to borrow a night there.

They shook the reins and drove their mounts faster. Dark clouds bring a cool breeze from the sea to the west, blowing through the forest, but sometimes it stops for a moment, and only the song of the cuckoo in the distance and the peck of the woodpecker in the distance can be heard.

Diego frowned, his instinctive feeling was a little uneasy, because the sounds made by those birds were too much and too dense, and they always sounded as they passed, which was not normal.

They walked a little further, but when they reached the middle of a straight about five hundred yards long, which was really rare in the forest, to be honest, they heard the sound of dense horses' hooves hitting the ground.

Diego's heart hung in the air, and the position they were in now could not move forward or backward, and as for running in both directions, he looked at the dense bushes among the trees on either side of the road, and his brow furrowed even deeper.

Amid the sound of hurried horses' hooves like rain beating plantains, a group of cavalry appeared at the bend at the end of the straight. It was a group of Alliance soldiers dressed in Stormwind's standard cavalry armor, and they emerged from the bend in a neat vertical line.

They stood in a wedge-shaped queue in the middle of the road. An officer with a knight's captain's robe over his armor stood at the tip of the wedge, followed by two knight lieutenants. Behind it is a row of three people, and then behind it is a row of four people, all of which are well equipped. But their helmets and visors were lifted. The riding spear in his hand was not flattened either. Their horses have lion insignia on one side of their shoulders, and one-handed swords or battle axes on the other, ready to be removed in hand-to-hand combat. However, they did not carry the "wooden-handled" lances of knights, because in forest warfare, they became a burden to prevent them from turning around. Most of these cavalrymen carried short and light spears of the kind commonly used by infantry.

"Are you here to meet us, Marshal?" Masrae asked curiously, he didn't know much about Stormwind's military ranks. It's impossible to tell which force this is.

"Perhaps?" Wendsol was also a little puzzled, judging by their company insignia flags, these people should be the garrison stationed at the top of the mountain. But he didn't know any of the officers at the front, and the captain of the knights wasn't Thomas, whom he was familiar with.

At that moment, he saw the cavalrymen lower the masks of their helmets. He shuddered, and his heart pounded violently. Because. This action was often the first step before the cavalry could charge.

Sure enough, after this, the cavalry at the forefront leveled the cavalry spears in their hands.

"Retreat, let's hurry back." He said as quietly as he could.

"It's too late, and they'll rush before we turn around." Diego replied in a low voice behind him, it was totally Jedi, even if they turned their heads around. Unable to raise the speed of the horse in a short time, he could only be chased and killed by these cavalrymen. Until death.

The cavalry began to gradually accelerate, and to be honest, if they sprinted with all their might, just over two hundred yards, they could rush almost in the blink of an eye, but these experienced cavalry were using gradual acceleration to put pressure on the enemy, and those opponents who were not strong enough often collapsed because of their pressure.

"Then rush north, Diego, you're at the front!" Windsor yelled loudly, these cavalry were so hostile that there was no point in camouflaging them.

Without hesitation, Diego turned the Kodo and slammed into the bushes on the north side. Wendthor and Masrae followed closely behind him.

Just as Masrae was the last to rush into the jungle, the cavalry at the front rushed past them, almost ramming them into them.

"Don't stop, keep rushing into the woods!" Windsor commanded loudly. Although these cavalry sprinting at high speed could not turn, when they stopped, they could still calmly catch up.

The rough, hard skin of the Kodo beast played a big role at the moment. It almost single-handedly crushed a passage through the jungle. Clumps of weeds, vines all over the place, could not stop its rampage.

But Diego on his back was badly struck, and from time to time branches and vines slashed at him, smashing him all over his body, and he bet that if he hadn't been wearing Asnar's food, he would have been broken by the tendons, or he might have been knocked off his horse.

"Masrae, can't you cast that druid spell of yours close to nature?" He complained loudly at the back, he didn't even dare to look back and look at the situation behind him, because if he couldn't see clearly, he could be knocked off the back of the Kodo by a branch, "I'm about to be sucked to death!" ”

He heard the sound of the Night Elves behind him, and then the next moment, he felt a cheerful voice in front of him, as if the trees and shrubs were automatically moving their branches to make way for them, and not only that, but he also heard a scream and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground in the distance behind him.

He finally had time to look back at what was going on behind him. He saw two horses galloping after him, and Masrae and Windsol bowed their bodies, clasping their horses around their necks, and were not at all slow. Farther away, countless horsemen were chasing after them, but the forest didn't seem to be friendly to them at all, and from time to time someone was pulled off their horses and fell into the grass.

"Are we going to be hunted again?" Masrae complained dissatisfiedly, the hard-working bear kid couldn't remember how many times he had been chased since he met Diego, "Do you want to go back and fight?" ”

"Shit, over a hundred well-armed and well-trained Union cavalrymen, are you sure you have a clear mind?" Diego scoffed loudly, to be honest, he wasn't even in the mood to turn around and shoot, it was better to run for his life at this time.

"Reggie, where are we going?" Diego asked loudly as he turned to Windsor. While he was equally familiar with Elwyn Forest, he didn't think he was better at large-scale combat than the Marshal of Stormwind.

"To the northwest, along the stream, in the direction of Stone Lake." Wendthor shouted in a low voice. (To be continued......)