It is a huge castle-like building, made entirely of rough granite strips of stone. As the headquarters of the Theramore Fortress, the castle appears to be very busy, with occasional heralds in a hurry walking from here to other parts of the fortress.

After a few words with the guards at the gate, Diego was allowed to enter the fort. Others remained outside, including Guanhaifa.

Diego unexpectedly discovers that another nobleman who is riding with him - Roy? Jangorod didn't follow. He estimated that this nobleman with a lot of pomp and circumstance might have to take a break before reporting for duty.

Unlike Diego's residential castle, this castle was used exclusively for military purposes with few windows, so the interior was a little dim, but the torches in the iron rings on the walls were blazing and brought some light. Diego followed the guards and made his way up the floor, the winding staircase, the heavily guarded, and the iron-clad oak gates all recounting how difficult it was to conquer.

The guards stopped outside a hall on the third floor.

"Diego of the Wild West? Viscount Asnar came to report. He introduced himself to the guards standing outside the hall.

"Okay, please wait." The guard replied succinctly, glancing at Diego and turning to step inside.

After a few minutes, he walked out of the hall again.

"Your Excellency Duke Fotagen, please come in." He said politely.

Diego thanked him and walked through the door. Walking through a short corridor, a simple hall appeared in front of him. In the middle of the hall was a large oak table, around which several people were standing. Diego recognized Berval at a glance? Vortagan.

"Hats off to you. Your Excellency the Duke, Diego? Aznar came to report for duty. Diego walked up. Bow deeply.

"Kudos to you, too, Viscount Asnar." The Duke replied. He looked at Diego's tired face, "It seems that your journey has not been easy. ”

"If you're talking about the storm the other day, that's true." Diego did not exaggerate the difficulties encountered, to put it mildly.

"While I understand that you desperately need a break to ease the fatigue of this journey, before we do that, let us meet with Lady Prodmore and Commander Samuer." Boval turned to the side and introduced Diego to his companion standing beside him.

Diego turned his gaze and the first thing he saw was a sexy and charming blonde woman in her mid-thirties - few could be sure of the real age of a female mage - wearing a corseted purple robe. In his hand, he held a staff with a green gem at the top. Diego recognized who she was at a glance.

"Salute you, ma'am, and salute your great victory at Mount Hyjal, and all of Azeroth will remember your sacrifice and dedication." Diego saluted respectfully, and while he was critical of the woman's ways, he was impressed by her accomplishments and contributions to Azeroth.

Jaina? Prodmore didn't speak, just smiled and showed him kindness, and Diego didn't see any incomprehensible loneliness and exhaustion in those peaceful and friendly beautiful eyes—she had been through so much pain and torture that she had learned how to hide her deep feelings.

Behind her. It was General Samuel, the commander of the Theramore Fortress, a middle-aged man in his forties, whose complexion had become dark from years of wind and sun. He wore a white robe embroidered with a golden anchor, and his face was resolute. Energetic.

"I've heard of you, young man, that you've awakened Bolval with Windsor. And drove away Onexia," he nodded appreciatively towards Diego. "I gotta say, great job!"

"Alright. Come and have a look," Boval beckoned to Diego, pointing to the huge map spread out on the table, "and tell me what you think." ”

Diego stepped forward and saw that it was a map of the muddy swamps, but it was not detailed, it only showed the terrain on both sides of the road from the port of Seramo to the barrens, and the situation in the southern part was blank.

He looked at Samuel in some surprise, and the latter couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

"We're too tight to explore the swamp," Samuel explained, blushing, "and it's full of crocodiles, venomous spiders, velociraptors, and wind snakes, and the squad can't penetrate it." ”

Looking at Gianna and Boval, who nodded in agreement, Diego suddenly remembered that it was now the twenty-third year since the Dark Gate was opened, and only two years had passed since the establishment of Theramore. He realized that he could do more.

"I'd like to hear something about these places," said Diego, pointing to the blank space on the map, "I have a goblin friend who once drove over this area in a goblin airship, and the airship crashed and almost died there, and it was only with great difficulty that I managed to escape back to the hot sand harbor. ”

"Yes, there was a goblin airship that crashed in that area last year, and the fire and sound from the explosion can be heard even in Theramore, and I have detected it with a spell, but I have found nothing." Gianna nodded, confirming that he was right.

"Your friend is ......," said Boval, somewhat confused.

"Bijill? Chain pliers, I met some time ago in the Valley of Thorns, he used to have a goblin airship, he was employed by the Hot Sand Conservation Society, you know, these goblins from Hot Sand Harbor always like to make holes all over the world......" Diego explained half-truthfully, he knew this goblin, and the latter did drop an airship in the swamp, but that was in a previous life, at that time Bigill? The pliers were at a loss, and Diego did him a great favor by rescuing him from his predicament and bringing him back to Hot Sand Harbour.

Diego didn't know as clearly, but let's be honest, everyone knows what the real purpose of these Hot Sand Harbor goblins who claim to "protect these precious monuments scattered throughout Azeroth" is just by looking at their badges - a pile of gleaming gold coins with two shovels stuck in them!

"Tell me," Samuel suddenly came to his senses, "what did he see?" ”

"He's seen a large group of ogres here," Diego pointed to a blank spot on the map, "they belong to the Stonehammer Clan." ”

Samuel hurriedly picked up a quill and marked it where Diego had just pointed. Diego, on the other hand, continued to move his finger south: "He found a large number of dragonmen in this area, numbering thousands, and some young dragons mixed in among them. He didn't look very carefully, because you know, there were some mages among the dragonmen, and he didn't dare to lower the height of the airship too low. ”

"Are you sure?" At this moment, even Bervar and Gianna's eyes lit up, because the newly hatched dragon never went too far from the mother dragon, which meant that this place was not far from Onexia's lair.

"I'm sure." Diego said categorically that in his previous life, he had been to that place more than once, and he would not be wrong with his eyes closed.

Gianna straightened up sharply and ordered Samuel, who was marking on the map, "Samur, immediately send the Dwarven Griffin Knight to reconnoiter this area. ”

"But, ma'am, you know, the swamp is filled with a perennial fog, and it's hard to see what's on the ground when you look from the air." Samuel said with a sad face.

"Then order the Brute Hammers to land and conduct fire reconnaissance!" Gianna immediately decided. Diego couldn't help but feel a chill, you know, the Hammer Griffin Knight has always been known for being good at air combat, not good at ground combat, and I don't know how many people will die in this landing reconnaissance. He stole a glance up at Boval and Samur, and saw that both of them had not changed their faces, and they looked as if they were taken for granted. Diego suddenly realized that he was still not suitable to be a commander, and he couldn't pass the test just because he wasn't hard enough.

"As you wish, ma'am!" Samur saluted and left.

Gianna turned her head to look at Berval and Diego.

"We'd better decide another matter now, who to send to negotiate with the tribe and coordinate the attacks on both sides." (To be continued.) )