Diego woke up on the back of a druid bear.

He squinted, glanced at the sky, and saw that it was already daytime, and the sun had climbed right in the middle of the sky.

He moved his arm, still in some pain, but much better than when he was first injured, at least he could move. It seems that Masrae has already treated him.

"It's good to have a wet nurse with you." He sighed inwardly, then looked around a few times, "Where are we?" He asked.

"I don't know, I couldn't tell the direction last night, so I could only pick one direction and keep running." The bear was still running, and he turned his head to look at Diego, "Doesn't the hunter need distance, why didn't you run yesterday?" ”

"You've all rushed up, can I leave you and run by myself?" Diego said angrily, to be honest, when the battle began yesterday, he didn't think about fighting the enemy, for hunters, running is like an instinct, they prefer guerrilla warfare.

Big Bear stopped talking, but Diego could feel him running faster and more smoothly.

"This hairy kid is really innocent...... Diego sighed in his heart. The fur on the bear's back was soft and neat, like a thick blanket, and even though it was running all the time, Diego didn't feel any discomfort.

"It's so comfortable to climb on your back......" Diego stretched comfortably.

"Can you please stop saying it so disgustingly, can't you just move me a little longer?" Big Bear said dissatisfied, he looked tired, and kept panting.

Diego ignored him, instead straightened up and looked into the distance, but saw no one.

"Alright, take a break, the orcs haven't caught up yet." He patted Big Bear on the back gently, "Have you been running since last night?" ”

The bear slowly stopped, then sat down on the ground. "No, I stayed in the middle for a while and gave you a simple treatment."

Diego slipped down its back. He moved his stiff body, he found that his condition was not as bad as he had imagined, the lump on his head had disappeared, and the injury on his arm was not so severe, he felt that he could still grasp something. He didn't know if he was lucky or unlucky, not long after the crossing, he had already been injured twice, but fortunately he didn't die.

"You'd better move your left arm less, the radius bone is cracked, if the recovery is not good, it's a ** annoyance. You know, I'm a wild druid, and healing isn't my area of expertise. The druid didn't change back into human form, he looked very tired, and he casually dug a hole in the dirt and lay down in it.

"I'll sleep for a while, and call me in an hour." Before falling asleep, he said to Diego.

Truth be told, it was the first time Diego had seen a druid sleeping in a giant bear state. The sleeping bear looks a little cute, with its two hind legs tucked up and curled up under its belly, and its two front paws covering the sides of its nose, looking like a giant pom-pom.

"What a lovely child...... Diego exclaimed again. He turned and looked around. He saw that the surface of the land here was completely different from that of Lockmodan, full of ochre-yellow gravel, and in the distance stood a few rugged weathered stone columns, a desolate Gobi desert scene. He immediately judged that this was there.

It was the Wasteland, a barren land south of Rockmodan, which he had visited more than once and explored its prehistoric ruins.

Legend has it that a long time ago, it was a vast canyon with lush vegetation and abundant natural resources. But the arrival of the fire demon Ragnaros three hundred years ago cursed the region into what it is today – the desolate Gobi Desert. It's flat but rocky, and the mountains to the north block the cold air from Lokmodan. For outsiders, danger lurks here, and evil lurks.

Ogres hobbled and wandered the cracked earth, searching for travelers, lions lurking in the canyons, and foraging dragons skimming the dusky sky. Add to that the old rivals of Ironforge, the Palate Monsters and the Black Iron Dwarves, and that's why this terrible place is called the Wastelands. The climate here is scorching and hot. The scorching heat stirred the heat in the air, and it could not bring a trace of coolness to the sultry earth. Only the most tenacious plants such as cacti and flame flowers can survive in this harsh environment.

Diego checked his equipment, the two hand axes were undoubtedly lost, but the bow behind his back was still there, but there were not many arrows in the quiver, probably less than twenty left.

He rummaged around the rocky beach for a while, but found only a rattle-tailed pit viper and a horned viper, which he carefully packed in a leather bag, which was necessary for making a snake trap and could be eaten when he was too hungry to stand it.

Diego was shocked when he first learned about the many recipes for snake meat in the world of Azeroth, and Kalimdor's delicious wind snake was said to be even more delicious, and could transform the person who ate the dish into a pirate, which shocked Diego when he first learned about it - it was neither scientific nor magical! However, some people say that the ingredients of the delicious wind snake are not snakes, but some kind of mutated fish, and it is the mysterious energy in the body of this fish that causes the transformation effect. But Diego never got the recipe for this dish, and I have to say, it's a pity.

When Diego returned from a circle, the druid had woken up on his own, but still in the form of a giant bear, and it seemed that he had not bothered to change back into his human form.

"If there are too many enemies in the future, let's run together, the druids are actually very good at running." The druid said with some gloom that the furry boy still looked guilty for holding his teammates back.

"Well, we're being hunted, and there's really no reason why we can't run away." Diego sat down and said approvingly. In fact, Diego himself was a little remorseful, although he had already found the signs of danger, but he had been hesitating, he couldn't make up his mind, and he didn't tell Masrae - what if it was his own army, if it turned out to be a false alarm, how embarrassing! I have to say that Diego's otaku disease is committed again.

Regardless, his words made Masrae feel better, but the bear child immediately cocked his tail: "What are we going to do next?" Do you want to go back and teach the bad seeds who are following behind you a lesson? ”

Diego moved his left arm to judge, there was still a faint pain, although it usually didn't show any obstacles, but when it came to fighting, it would definitely have an impact.

"No, at least not yet, this hand can't be used hard." Diego said in a deep voice, in fact, if prepared, these pursuers are not a problem for the two people, and after the translocation of light and dark, the two people can completely solve them piecemeal. They all have the confidence to run faster than the orcs.

For Diego and Masrae, the harsh environment is not a big deal either, and both hunters and druids are professions known for their ability to survive the wilderness. The point is that after solving the Dragonthroat Orc Chase, the two of them should return to Rockmodan, from there to Ironforge Fort, and then take the subway to Stormwind City in the south.

"Why don't we continue south?" Masrae Bearskin asked eagerly, the more dangerous it was for the adventurous Night Elf, the more he longed for it. I have to say, this is really a strange flower among the Night Elves.

Diego muttered, he knew how to take the route - from the Badlands to the Scorching Canyon to the west, then through the Black Stone Tower, and then to the Burning Plains of Guò, to the Red Ridge Mountain, where humanity would be.

This road is not easy to walk, not to mention the long time, and there are many dangers and obstacles on the way, and you may die if you are not careful. It's not a game, it's really dead to die, and as for resurrection, it's something that only the supermasters can do, and it definitely has to pay a lot of price, and as for a wild druid like Masrae, Diego can't believe he has the ability to do it.

Diego hesitated for a long time. He wanted to say no, but a demonic voice kept stirring in him, and he knew it was his desire for a thrilling adventure. In fact, every otaku is like this, they firmly believe that they are unique and different. In their hearts, they are also eager for adventure, eager for success, eager to stand in the middle of the stage, and enjoy the excitement and glory. These simple-hearted men, regardless of their age, tend to be more enthusiastic and more easily agitated. What's more, if we say safe, isn't it safer to live before crossing? Why was my heart still so eager to cross at that time?

Diego tortured his heart again and again, and gradually, his heart began to harden, and he finally understood what he really wanted - a wonderful new life! Since this is the case, then there are some things that he must learn to face and experience, and he cannot escape or avoid them.

And for some purpose, he also wanted to go to the Badlands, because for hunters, it was a place that must be visited once. In his memory, there was a yellow leopard called Broken Tooth who lived in this land.

Unlike the druids, who can communicate with wild animals at any time, the relationship between hunters and pets is fixed, for hunters, pets are lifelong companions, it is a contract between hearts and minds, and bonds forged in war. Few hunters give up their pets for hobby or any other reason, preferring to see them as loyal companions and comrades. It's not uncommon to see stories of hunters dying and pets dying on hunger strikes.

Huma, Laxiri, Ruboth, Broken Tooth, ......, how can they forget names that are almost deep in the soul?

"Alright, let's go south." Diego finally made up his mind and said firmly.

"Look, I knew we were a kind of people!" The Night Elf cheered, and at this moment, he looked more like a human than an elf.

"Yes, then the only problem left is to think about how to deal with this bunch of pesky ass worms." Diego agrees that although he has decided to move forward without fear, it does not mean that he will rush into a wave of pigs, even if he knows that it is a pit.

"Do whatever you say, I'll listen to you," the Night Elf said heartlessly, throwing himself into the dirt den, "think about it, I'll get some sleep first." ”

"It doesn't take that much time, I thought, I have a good idea." Diego suddenly remembered a place, and the sinister—so the Night Elves thought—laughed.

Note: In fact, there is a stone dam trail between Roquemodan and Scorching Canyon, which cuts through the entire mountain range, greatly reducing the distance between the two places, so that travelers no longer have to detour through the treacherous and desolate places. But after the outbreak of the Battle of the Three Hammers, the road was cut off by the dwarves for safety. Only those who have the key will be allowed to pass, and Diego and Masrae obviously don't have it.