It is a small camp in the woods, consisting of three tents.

In the hot and rainy Valley of Thorns, tents are much more rainproof than warm, so the materials of these tents are oiled waterproof and moisture-proof magic cloth. Between the tents, there were boxes stacked. Beside it, under a small canopy, stacked bundles of animal skins, damp-proof powder kegs, and a few spare muskets.

"Come this way." Nesinwari said. He walked around a tent tied to a wooden peg and walked towards a corner of the camp.

He finally stopped next to the carcass of a tiger. It was an adult Thorn Valley tiger with red and black stripes, and it was more than three meters long without its tail.

"This is a thorn valley tiger that we just hit yesterday, and we haven't had time to skin it yet. You know, once you peel the skin and see blood in the wild, if you don't bury or burn it, it is easy to attract scavengers. And we thought it was a sick beast at first, and we didn't intend to eat its flesh. ”

"Sick?"

"Yes, there is something unusual about this tiger and it is very slow to react. When we found it, it neither ran away nor attacked us, but we opened fire without much thought, and the stone jar hit it in the heart with a single shot. Nesinvari replied, looking at Barnier with appreciation? The latter smiled smugly and interjected, "We also made a toast for this successful hunt later." ”

Diego also noticed the abnormality of the corpse, because although it had only been dead for a day, due to the heat of the Valley of Thorns, the tiger had already begun to emit a strong smell of corpses - at a normal rate, it was impossible for the corpse to reach this kind of distance so quickly, and there were too many mosquitoes and flies hanging over the corpse. From a distance, it looks like a small buzzing dark cloud.

Diego held his breath and took a few steps forward. He had to wave his arms to chase away the flies that came at him. But even then, to no avail. He finally had to put on his goggles so he could barely see what was in front of him.

He crouched in front of the corpse and carefully observed the tiger's corpse. He noted. The tiger's fur is somewhat grayish, and there is a yellowish-green pus coming out of the mouth and nose. The fatal wound behind the shoulder blade, which was slightly rotten, appeared to be normal, with only some dried blood and carrion, but some white fly eggs had hatched on it.

"Did the pus from the mouth and nose of the tiger have it when the tiger died?" He asked.

"Yes. But not so much. Necinwari said that he had been to the kingdom of Lordaeron in the north, but had left before the plague of natural disasters that had destroyed the kingdom spread. But even so, at the beginning of that plague. He was still deeply impressed by the plight of those patients. Looking back now, how similar to the tiger's condition was, he couldn't help but feel a little creepy.

Diego circled the tiger and found that he could no longer see anything, so he fled from the mass of flies.

"We'd better burn it, it's just a pity for this tiger skin, so that a tiger skin with only one bullet hole can be sold for a big price in Stormwind." He waved his arms to drive away the flies that were chasing him, and said with some regret.

The old dwarf nodded approvingly, then turned to look at the stone jar. He advised: "Drag it farther away and then light the fire, don't use your hands, use a hook." ”

"It's supposed to have licked the pus that dripped from that necromancer, you know, that kind of thing, if you eat a drop, you can get infected." Diego said. He was a little surprised that the tiger did not get back on its feet, as a dead corpse. It seems that corpses that have died due to the plague of natural disasters must also be brought back to life by necromancers, and Stavin is unaware that he has inadvertently killed a beast.

Diego watched as the stone pot dragged the tiger away with an iron hook, then turned to look at Nesinvari. "Where did you hit this big guy?"

"Near the eastern shore of Lake Neferiti, close to the Goblin Ventures camp, but as you know, tigers hunt a lot. They don't have a fixed nest and often wander far away, and it's hard to figure out where it's infected. Nesinvari replied.

Now it seems that the only way to find Staven's traces is to go to the eastern shore of Lake Neferiti. Diego couldn't help but frown at the thought of this - it wasn't a good place.

To know. As the most notorious goblin organization in all of Azeroth, Goblin Ventures is not that easy to deal with, in fact, they refuse anyone access to their territory.

Goblin Ventures is perhaps the largest trade organization in all of Azeroth, with a presence in both the Eastern Kingdom and Kalimdor. The organization was founded by goblins and employs workers of all races. If the Rendekai are the extreme force for the protection of nature, then the Goblin Ventures are the other extreme, they unscrupulously destructive logging of forests and mineral deposits at the expense of the natural environment, and they never do things without regard for morality and law, and anyone who prevents them from making a fortune will be regarded as a nuisance and violently eliminated.

Diego took a deep breath, then made up his mind, he couldn't just give up, and if the goblins had to stop him, he wouldn't mind talking to them, whether by mouth or with a musket. Of course, you won't necessarily encounter it, and you may not have to enter the goblin camp to find clues about the necromancer.

"You want to go over there?" Elgardine asked suddenly, guessing Diego's thoughts from Diego's fierce expression.

"Yes, there's no way I'm going to give up my right to revenge, it's my only option." Diego said, glancing at Elgardine, who was about to speak, "Do you have any good ideas?" It would be nice if you didn't have to clash with the goblins. ”

"Yes, they often buy some meat from us. You know, we hunt just to get the furs, and as for the leftover meat, we can't eat it ourselves, and we don't waste it by selling it to venture capital firms, and we can get it back for a few gold coins. Elgadine—with a disgruntled sigh from the sidelines—pointed to the other end of the camp. Following the direction he was pointing, Diego saw a number of linen bags hanging from the shelves at the edge of the camp, bulging inside, which seemed to contain the meat that Elgadin had spoken of.

"You mean ......?" Diego's eyes widened as he looked eagerly at Elgardine.

"The next time we deliver meat, we can take you in."

"Next time, when will it be?" Diego asked.

"Just this evening, although the stone jar had salted all the flesh of the beasts so that they would not rot quickly, it would not last long in this damp and hot place. We have to deliver every other day, and today happens to be the day of delivery. Nesinwari said. (To be continued.) )