A yellowish glow began to emanate from the horizon, and the scene began to become a little hazy, and the first rays of sunlight finally shone out of the mountains. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Slightly dispelled a little chill from the deep valley.

The forest was silent in a world covered in snow, and every branch that grew from the snow-white trunk was as brittle as glass, and when touched it turned into powder with a click.

Heavy footsteps from far and near, and the different shades of pace show the nervousness of the owner.

This was followed by the sound of rustling, the footsteps of the orc armies of the Broken Hand Clan in pursuit.

In the next moment, countless orcs appeared from the dense forest.

A pair of bloodthirsty eyes glittered blood-red; The orc armies of the Shattered Hand Clan cut through the thorny thorn forest, roaring from the bushes, from under the snowdrifts, and from all sides to attack the Alliance warriors.

"These damn orcs are catching up again!"

"There are at least a hundred of them here!"

"There are more of them here, I can't count them!"

Behind the rapidly retreating Alliance soldiers, a group of young warriors, led by a few Alliance generals, gritted their teeth and cursed, turned around and drew the various "weapons" in their hands: battle axes, heavy hammers, spears, and even wooden sticks.

On the one hand, there are the roaring orcs, and on the other hand, the exhausted Union soldiers, which is extremely detrimental to the Alliance side.

In the snow, ice and fog, several sharp axes slashed through the opponent's neck.

The air sizzled as it sucked into the severed trachea, blood mixed with fragments splattered from the neck continuously, and the lifeless corpse fell limply to the ground with a muffled sound like a heavy object falling to the ground. However, in an instant, the ranks of Alliance soldiers lost dozens of combat forces.

The orc's lunge froze in the cold air, and a rough and heavy axe figure cut off its hollow head, then retracted it like lightning, and the orc fell to the edge of the bushes with scarlet blood.

Lingyun Thunder Palm frowned, and slammed a punch into an orc's gaping bloody mouth, almost knocking it back with a single punch, rolling out with the splatters of blood and broken teeth.

Then he reflexively hammered, and his hands wrapped in black wind and electric light slammed into the face of the orc who was waiting for an opportunity to bow and pounce, like crushing a rotten watermelon, and in an instant red and white splashed all over his body.

"Don't get stuck with them! Walk! Kargas and his elite must still be hunting me down, we ......"

Looking back at casting a fabric spell to heal the few clansmen around him who had been injured in the first round of attacks, Lingyun Thunder Palm roared: "Leave a few squads with me to block their orcs, and the others go first!" Find the Monsoon Grand Master as soon as possible! ”

Lingyun Thunder Palm knew very well that if he didn't do this, all of them would be left here, he didn't want to disappoint Monsoon and Conn, and at this moment, he was still thinking about completing the "rescue mission".

And at the moment, he didn't know that he was about to complete his mission.

……

"Whew! Call! ”

The bitter cold wind carried the snow and ice chips across the vast valley. As far as the eye can see, there is not a single star of vitality in the vast white world.

In such a blizzard and cold wind, even those native, hardy creatures would not be willing to leave their nests in such a day, and go out in the wind and snow to find it uncomfortable.

Winterspring Valley.

Even in Kalimdor, which is full of murderous machines, it is definitely one of the most dangerous places in the eyes of the world.

The unbearable cold, raging snowstorms, brutal bear monsters, and the ghosts of the upper elves are all enough to daunt people, and Monsoon, who is on a mission to search for Anduin, has been in this snowy haunted place for days.

Tightening the leather armor cloak tightly wrapped around his body, the monsoon standing at the top of a small Xiaoice mound leaned against the wall of the cave, and kept looking into the distance with a headache, and now, Anduin had not yet woken up.

The snow and ice carried by the cold wind rendered the whole valley in color, and the monsoon was white as far as the eye could see. Not to mention observing the general terrain to judge the location, it was in this short period of time that Monsoon's eyes had a stinging and sour feeling.

"Ghost weather!"

Rubbing his eyes that were blown out of tears by the cold wind, the depressed Monsoon cursed in a low voice of indignation, and turned around and walked into the cave behind him.

With the movement of the monsoon, a cold wind blew into the still warm cave through the gap, causing the temperature of the cave to drop. The originally blazing bonfire was blown to crackle and sway, as if it would be extinguished at any moment.

He tore over two pieces of dry grass and threw them into the fire, and under the light of the fire that was brightened again, Monsoon, who was sitting on the wall, frowned and focused his eyes on the still unconscious figure on the other side of the fire.

Anduin Ureon.

The one in Garrosh's siege of Stormwind, the missing descendant of the Alliance.

It's just that this noble prince has no previous style at this moment, and his face looks a little dirty at the moment, and his long golden hair is also messy and unruly; The closed eyes, the furrowed brow, and the pained expression on his face from time to time indicated that the prince who had fallen into a coma was not feeling well at the moment. In fact, the situation in Anduin is not optimistic.

Monsoon ate two days of snow and cold wind in Winterspring Valley, Anduin was also in a coma for two days and one night, and now, the orcs were still searching for the two of them, and they were still waiting for reinforcements to arrive.

A few days ago, Monsoon had already sent the news of finding Anduin to Stormwind, and it was time for reinforcements to arrive.

"These damn undead are catching up again!"

"Don't get stuck with them!"

Just as Monsoon was about to find some food near the cave where he was hiding, he heard a familiar cry in the distance, human language.

The thought crossed Monsoon's mind, and he immediately rushed in the direction where the sound was coming from.

When Monsoon arrives at the battlefield, he sees Lingyun Thunderclaw and a group of Alliance soldiers, and after handing Anduin over to Lingyun Thunderclaw, he joins the battle.

"That's ......"

"It's the Monsoon Grand Master, it was Prince Varian who he handed over to Commander Lingyun Thunderpalm just now, we found it, we found Prince Varian!"

When the coalition soldiers saw Monsoon's face, cheers rang out from all around.

"Lingyun, I didn't expect you to find us, now let's take Varian away! Withdraw first! ”

The reason why Monsoon didn't dare to break through in Winterspring Valley was because Anduin was injured, and now, with Lingyun Thunderclaw and the Alliance soldiers taking care of Anduin, he could fight to his heart's content.

"Soldiers of the Alliance, you can evacuate this place, and this place will be handed over to me! Protect Anduin, and I'll go find you! ”

With the departure of the Union soldiers, Monsoon also began to "live stream the slaughter".