Diego didn't know what to say, because from the mouth of this forgotten person, it was obvious that there was no more valuable clue to it, and an idea suddenly popped up from the bottom of his heart - to go to the Undercity, to the former Lordaeron! Only there can his past be found.

He followed the crowd to say goodbye to the messengers and left the cave. Walking along the narrow mountain paths, he had been thinking about how he could cross the Endless Sea to a land already overrun by plague and the undead. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he almost stepped on the air and fell off the cliff, but fortunately, a large strong hand grabbed his arm.

"Hey, brother, I can accompany you wherever you go, but definitely not jumping from here," Masrae said playfully after pulling him up, "I don't want my epitaph to go like this: 'There's a Night Elf buried here, and he and his human friends died at the bottom of the Thunder Bluff, leaving behind a haunting love story.' ”

Diego couldn't laugh or cry, but no matter what, the words of this old friend made him feel a burst of warmth.

"Thank you, brother!" He patted the Night Elf on the shoulder and whispered.

They returned to the main peak, with Bane reporting to his father, while Diego and Masrae found a tavern to pass the time. Don't think that the mild-mannered Minotaurs don't like to drink, in fact, their love of wine is not much less than that of other races, as can be seen from the numerous taverns of Thunder Bluff.

They arrived at the Rope Bridge Inn, named after the busy passage behind the inn that led to the Hunter's Heights, which brought a lot of traffic to the inn - and asked for two glasses of Mogaule spirits. Diego drank with all his heart, he wanted to use alcohol to temporarily forget the mystery of his origins, but the more he drank, the brighter his eyes became, and the idea of going to the Undercity came back to him.

"Go, go to Lordaeron, or you'll regret it for the rest of your life." A voice said in his heart.

He hesitated and turned his head to look at the Night Elf beside him. I want to hear his opinion.

"Don't look at me, you know, I've always done whatever comes to my mind, even if it can be a little reckless. But at least there will be no regrets. Masrae shrugged and said freely.

Diego didn't speak, just made a decision in his heart.

"For friendship!" He raised his oak glass, reached for Masrae, and smiled.

"Oh. For friendship! Masree froze, but he raised his glass and touched it with Diego.

The two of them drank it all in one go.

"That's a lot of energy!" Diego let out a long breath and shouted into the bar, "Boss, two barrels of this wine, let's take it with us on the way!" ”

……

Early the next morning, Diego and Masrae arrived at Bane's tent and explained their intentions to him.

"You're leaving?" Bane asked in some surprise, "It's going to be the Midsummer Flame Festival soon, why don't you leave after the festival?" I can guarantee it. You will be absolutely stunned by the enthusiasm of the Minotaurs. ”

Diego realized that the time had entered the middle of June and that midsummer was approaching.

"I'm also very eager to stay, but I have a reason why I have to go, and we can't afford to delay any longer." He said with some regret.

Bane didn't ask them why they were in such a hurry - who could not have a point? But the Minotaur still had a vague sense that it must have something to do with yesterday's meeting with the undead apothecary, as Diego had not looked normal since he left the cave.

"Can I know where you're going? Maybe I can help. Bane said sincerely.

"I want to go to Orgrimmar, and from there, take a goblin airship across the Endless Sea to the Undercity on the Eastern Kingdom continent." Diego thought for a moment and said. This route can be a bit difficult to walk, as the orcs are not friendly to humans.

"Can you enter Orgrimmar? You know, you're a human, even a blind orc can see that. Bane asked, somewhat surprised.

"I'm going to look for Nazaire first? Blood spear. Let's see if he can help," Diego explained, "This orc once led a group of wolf cavalry in the battle to kill Onexia, and we got along pretty well. ”

"I've had it a few times!" Masrae added.

"It's still hard, because before you can find him, you'll be killed by the orcs or captured in a gladiatorial camp - the kind of place where all the humans I've seen in Orgrimmar are kept in that place." Bane said with a frown. "I'm sure the first orc you see will do that, and maybe you won't get to Orgrimmar at all."

Diego realized that he had taken it for granted, he thought for a while, and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Maybe I can ask Kane to write me a talisman or an edict or something, I know that even among the orcs, your father has unparalleled prestige, and they are afraid of him." ”

"This may be the solution," Bane said with some uncertainty, but based on what he knew about the orcs, it didn't seem to be safe, "The talisman may work if you encounter a single orc, but when you encounter a horde of orcs, they are more likely to pounce on you and hack you to death, and then find it as a trophy from your corpse, I know you may not be afraid of these rabble, but you can't kill all the way to Orgrimmar, right?" ”

Diego was a little speechless, because it was true, and Bane was not exaggerating at all - the orcs had completely abandoned their history and beliefs through the contamination of demonic blood, and had become bloodthirsty and ignorant. Although under Thrall's leadership, they are rebuilding their society and civilization, and trying to regain their worship of ancient shamanism, there are still a large number of orcs who are immersed in the thrill of killing and plundering, they have become stupid, greedy, cruel and aggressive, these invaders from Draeno have completely forgotten their identity as outsiders, shamelessly regard themselves as the masters of this world, they are always longing for more and better land, more resources, and eager to continue the war more than twenty years ago. Eager to satisfy his insatiable desires through war and plunder~ Desire! This point from the later Garrosh? You can see why Hellroar has so many supporters.

At times, even their allies, the minotaurs and trolls, were shocked and disgusted by the arrogance and insatiable appetite of the orcs. Had it not been for Thrall's charisma and wise diplomacy in the mediator, I am afraid that this vast tribe of multiple races would have collapsed long ago.

"Don't worry, there will always be a way." Looking at Diego with a frustrated face, Bane got up from the ground and walked out of the tent. After ten minutes, he came back again.

"Can I say, is your luck too good?" He said with a smile on his face, "Kane has decided to send a team of emissaries to Orgrimmar to inform the Horde Grand Chief Thrall of the rebellion that has taken place in Thunder Bluff. ”

"Wow, that's awesome." Diego said overjoyed. (To be continued.) )