Using "lockpicking", Carlin easily unlocked the chains on the golden griffin's legs, and he rode on.

Grabbing the reins from the griffon's back and pumping the griffin's back hard, Carlin hurriedly ordered, "Quick, go to Stormwind!" ”

The griffin let out a loud cry and flew into the sky.

Behind him, Madison or Sargeras could be heard shouting and cursing from under the tower, but Carlin ignored it.

As it darkened, the griffon flew north and flew over mountain after mountain, and it was fast...... But after flying on the back of a griffin for a while, Carlin sensed something was wrong.

The griffon suddenly became a little incessant, and seemed to be very agitated, and almost jolted him off several times...... Even turning around and flying back on his own initiative, Carlin tried to correct the deviation by all means, but the griffin became more and more irritable and completely uncontrollable!

Based on the habits of the griffons that Medivin had "taught" him when he first harnessed them, Carlin tried a few things, but was never able to get the griffons to continue to obey his orders......

"Looks like Sargeras is summoning it!" Carlin made a judgment.

Unleashing the slow-fall spell on himself, he jumped straight off the griffin's back...... And the golden griffin could not wait to turn in the direction of Karazhan, and with its huge wings struck the night sky, and answered the call of its master.

Carlin also looked back in that direction, wondering if Sargeras had chased after him...... May the mighty Demon King disdain to do such a thing!

……

After falling smoothly to the ground, Carlin began to search for a way to Stormwind through the dense woods of Red Ridge Mountain.

Use spells to determine the direction and rely on the map in your memory to locate Stormwind...... By daybreak, Carlin had already made his way out of the jungle and found a slightly rough path.

There seemed to be no trace of pursuit on the road, and there were no demons falling from the sky.

After a short rest, Carlin was on his way...... However, along the way, there were almost no people, which made him alarmed.

While passing by a farm, Carlin saw a somewhat brutal scene:

A nearly wrecked carriage was parked in front of the farm, its contents looted, and the body of the coachman lay on one side of the carriage, and on the other side of the carriage was the fresh skeleton of a horse...... It was almost chopped alive, and the flesh was cut off.

The farm was even more miserable, and in the middle of the farm, Carlin saw a suggested incineration site, and the contents had been burned to ashes. In all the other rooms, the doors were broken, and the remains of countless domestic animals were thrown to the ground haphazardly.

Carlin frowned with some anger!

No wonder there are almost no people along the way, it turns out that this area has been invaded by orcs not long ago.

I just don't know if those orcs left......

"Warning!" The all-knowing eye said in a cold voice: "A large number of creatures with strong hostility are approaching the host? ”

A black line appeared on the hillside in the distance, and Carlin couldn't help frowning: "Is it an orc?" ”

Time was precious, and he didn't want to get too entangled with the orcs...... Glancing around, there didn't seem to be any good cover around other than this farm, and Carlin simply turned around and shrank directly into the farm.

Anyway, this farm has been plundered by orcs, so I don't think I'm interested in coming in again, right?

……

"These creatures, called 'orcs' by their hosts, are about 200 in number, they are very well-equipped, and they seem to be searching for something!" As Carlin retreated into a small room, the All-Seeing Eye explained to him.

Carlin nodded, taking in his surroundings.

Like the other rooms, it's very messy...... However, on the floor not far from Carlin, Carlin saw a pool of blood.

At the same time, there are traces of blood and something that has been dragged.

Thinking of the incineration site in the yard of the farm, Carlin could guess what had happened in this room before...... Its owner was brutally slaughtered by the orcs, the belongings and food in the house were looted, and the corpse was taken to the incineration ground and burned.

Resisting the foul smell in the room, Carlin waited for the orcs to leave, but he didn't expect them to stop at the farm.

"Let's rest here!" I heard the orc leader shouting loudly.

It uses a lingua franca, and since there are many large and small tribes within the orcs, there are even more languages to count...... After settling in the Black Swamps, they generally use the easy-to-understand lingua franca of Azeroth as their main language, making it easy for tribes to communicate with each other.

More than two hundred orcs quickly settled on the farm, and Karin's expression became very solemn at this time.

Subconsciously, he shrank into a corner of the room.

A few minutes later, two orcs walked into Karin's room and sat down on the shabby bed.

They seem to be ready to rest here?

"What a spicy dog, relying on the favor of the big chief, after all, let the elites of the blood cave clan search for some fugitives, it's really hateful......" An orc shouted loudly, his lingua franca seemed a little non-standard, and sometimes he even had to express his meaning with movements.

"Yes, it's not just the Bloodhole, it's Twilight's hammer, the tyrannical...... The three major clans of the tribe have almost exerted all their strength, and they are just looking for a fugitive......" The other orc also asked with some displeasure.

"By the way, what's the spicy fugitive looking like?"

"I've heard, and supposedly resemble those human warlocks...... However, it is said that it is thinner and has pointed ears......"

The two orcs didn't notice that the object of their search was actually in the same room as them.

Because when he sensed the approach of the two orcs, Karin immediately used the stealth technique and hid himself in a corner of the room.

But he didn't expect to hear such important news:

So, the target of these orcs is actually themselves?

And it's not just these orcs, the three big clans are all trying their best to search for their whereabouts?

There was no doubt that Sargeras had done it, and Gul'dan was now nothing more than a front for him to convey his orders. …… Carlin frowned, wondering what to do next.

"By the way, do you smell anything strange?" The orc, whose lingua franca was not standard, sniffed his nose vigorously.

The other orc also sniffed and nodded: "Yes, it feels like there are other things in this room?" ”

Their eyes turned to where Carlin was.