To the surprise of the adventurers, the orcs did not chase after them on the journey away from the statue of Lothar. Perhaps in their minds, these passing adventurers should have already run away, instead of lingering around the statue.

After passing the statue of Anduin Lothar, they continued east. For the rest of the journey, the group was still as peaceful as before, but almost everyone knew that some things were different, except for Masrae, a heartless second cargo.

From time to time, Windsor swept Diego with an incomprehensible gaze, his eyes full of hope and expectation, but more of a firmness, a determination to have a successor to his career, a wish has been fulfilled, and he is willing to die generously. Thinking of the choice of the marshal in his previous life, Diego's mood began to become heavy.

In fact, only Diego knew in his heart that he had not undergone any physical changes in that inheritance miracle, only his heart, his spiritual world, and he could feel that his heart had become solid and indestructible. It's more like a personality force that infects and assimilates him, giving him the mental strength to fight against evil.

More than ten days later, they saw a large area of ruins of the city not far from the north of the road. Hundreds of years ago, after the death of the King of the Mountains, Anwemar, the Black Iron Dwarves who had lost the internal struggle in Ironforge were exiled here and built a city that belonged to the Black Iron Dwarves themselves, Thorrison. But with the arrival of the Firelord Ragnaros, the city is now in ruins.

If you're brave enough to dig through the ruins, you might even be able to dig up a few good things buried in the ash with the escaped Black Iron Dwarves who didn't come. After all, weapons or equipment produced by dwarves are synonymous with quality in any era.

However, it is worth a lot of money, although the Black Iron Dwarves have moved to Dark Furnace City as a whole. But there are still some black iron scavengers who can't give up their homeland. These self-proclaimed guardians of the Black Iron Remnants are hostile to any intruder who dares to covet this Black Iron legacy, and will not hesitate to fight for it.

To the east of Thoreson, about four or five days away, is the territory of the Firebelly Ogre, a great force in the Burning Plains.

The Giant Mallet, an active volcano that is still erupting, is located in the northern part of the burning plains, far from the main pathway. The fire-bellied ogre is here. Miraculously, there is still a source of water deep in the belly of this volcano, which is full of scorching magma, and the amount of water produced is so large that it even gathers a pond in the cave. You know, in the smoke-burning plains that are dry everywhere, it's enough to drive everyone crazy. Black Iron Dwarves, Black Stone Orcs, Humans, Dragonmen, almost all the intelligent races on the Burning Plains have flocked here, paying attention here, but many years have passed, and this magical volcano is still in the hands of the Firebelly Clan, which makes people have to sigh at the ferocity and power of this ogre.

These ogres from the south knew how to use magic, but their muscular physique made them no slouch in hand-to-hand combat. If an ogre is armed with a club, he can use it to kill the strongest dwarven warriors. The Firebelly Ogre is said to be the remnants of the orc army that passed through during the Orc Wars, and some of them, especially those who have been modified to have two heads, are highly intelligent, completely different from their stupid kind. At least, they knew the need to own a piece of territory.

As a result, this brutal race unilaterally claims the Burning Plains as ogre territory, but after the defeat of the orcs who invaded Azeroth, this claim seems somewhat unfashionable. Because the Alliance will not allow such an event to happen, as they will not give up the only way to the north, and the new tribes, the Black Iron Dwarves, and the Dragons will not be able to accept the ogre.

However, the word diplomacy is clearly not in the ogre dictionary, and the ogres in this fortress do not have any alliances, and they are determined to drive any other race from the land. The Mallet Stone is heavily guarded, and the volcanic valley is crisscrossed with ogre fortifications. Ogres do not show kindness to anyone of any race other than their own people, as can be seen in the torn limbs hanging from trees in the wilderness next to the barracks. Most of the carrion-eating creatures live here, as the scraps hanging from the trees are a rare delicacy for them. In return for this twisted symbiosis, if someone dares to break into the area, these scavengers tend to drive him away from the ogre.

However, Diego and his party did not intend to come over to test the ogre's determination to defend their territory, and they looked at the mountain from a distance for a moment, and then took a step and turned south.

At Blaze Peak, north of the Hammerstone, the new tribe had set up an outpost near a cavern there, but Diego wasn't in the mood to touch the head because it wasn't on the way to Red Ridge Mountain. Moreover, he was not a racist, he did not discriminate against tribal races, and he remembered very well what Tirio Fording said: "Race is not honor, and I know some orcs, who are as honorable as the noblest knights; I also know of some humans, who are as evil as the most brutal of the undead scourges. ”

He knew that blood feuds and old feuds could not be eliminated by fighting side by side for a short time. Despite the fragile agreement, as the rift between the tribe and the alliance widens with conflict and friction, a full-scale war between the two is bound to recur. As a human being, Diego knows very well that his ass has to sit there, and this is not about morality and character, but about the most basic position.

They went south for five days and one morning. It was almost noon when they finally saw the mountain range that separated the Burning Plains from Stormwind, the Red Ridge Mountain. This is the border of the kingdom of Stormwind, and behind this mountain range is the territory of that fantastic human kingdom.

The travelers became anxious, and after a long trek through the wilderness, they were eager to return to civilization and enjoy the hustle and bustle of the world. Even Diego was a little excited. He shook the reins of the Kodomon and motioned for it to go faster.

But in fact, they were a little farther away from that mountain than it seemed. They spent two hours, and had lunch on the way - to be honest, a few of them really didn't want to live on these hard meat stalks anymore, but the reality was always helpless.

It was probably time for afternoon tea when they arrived at the valley, the pass leading to the Red Ridge Mountain.

Tempted to head to Lakeside right away, Windsol begged them to come with him first to ask for help. After all, the big thing they were about to do was too lonely for the three of them alone.

So they did not enter the pass, but walked east along the mountain. It wasn't long before Wendsol found a path hidden in the undergrowth of grass - sometimes you have to admire the tenacity of life, and in these places near the south of the burning plains, some low, drought-tolerant plants had begun to appear, and the ash and ash left behind by the burning of the plants that had previously lived in this land mixed with volcanic ash to provide them with abundant nutrients.

Along this rugged mountain road, they climbed up the mountain. The mountain was so steep that the three of them sometimes had to jump off the back of the Kodo beast and walk up the mountain. Truth be told, a big creature like Kodomon is not good at climbing mountain trails, and is more than happy to drive through the wilderness than this kind of mountain trail. But it wasn't long before they arrived at the destination of their trip, Morgan's sentry.

The camp is hidden in a small mountain nest. A sturdy wooden wall blocked the exit from the valley. There was a door on the wooden wall that could be lifted up, but now it was closed. At the ends of the wooden walls were improvised arrow towers, on which several soldiers in chain mail were guarding with bows and arrows. They didn't look like they hadn't seen blood, because even when they saw something like Kodomon, they were only slightly surprised and nervous, not panicked.

"Praise the Light!" One of the soldiers, who looked like a leader, shouted loudly. This way of greeting strangers was very popular among the lower soldiers of the Alliance, as they believed that the green-skinned orcs who were accused by the demons would not shout like this, and even if the orcs who wanted to blend in with the camp wanted to shout like this, their demon masters would not allow it. It has to be said that the little people have the philosophy of survival of the little people.

"Eternal life and eternity!" Windsor replied loudly, a little impatient, "I'm Reginald Windsor, hey, Fidel, is that you?" Open the door, don't you recognize me? ”

"It's because of you that I can't open the door." The Fidel said solemnly, his expression was strange, and he looked like he was holding back a smile, and he was holding back his breath.

"No one can open the door without an order!" A nearby sentry explained that he looked like he was smiling as well.

"Well, then, is Marshal Maxwell there?" Wendthor asked helplessly, he turned his head a little embarrassed, looked at his companion, and whispered, "Hell, what are you doing?" ”

"The marshal is on vacation, it seems that he and Nesinvari have gone hunting in the Valley of Thorns, and it is estimated that it will take two to three months to return." The man on the wooden wall replied.

"Vacation? I was captured by the Black Iron Dwarf, but he went on vacation? Wendsol couldn't help but scream. Shock and disbelief were written all over his face. In fact, not only him, but Diego also felt incredible, what he saw and heard in this camp almost completely subverted the memory of his previous life, is this still the Azeroth he remembers? This is the rhythm that is going to collapse!

On the other hand, Masrae watched it with relish as if he were watching a play, you know, in Teldashir, but there are very few such bloody dramas.

"So, who can sue me about who else here I know, I mean, except Morgan." It took a long time for Wendsol to come back from his trance and ask a little depressed.

"Then it's just old man Auralius." The sentinels looked at each other and said sympathetically.

"Okay then, let's get him the word out, I hope he's not drunk." Windsor said weakly, looking like he didn't have much hope.

There was a sound of wooden ladders moving from the tower, and one of the guards climbed down the tower and headed into the camp.

It wasn't long before Diego heard a clanging of footsteps from within the walls. The footsteps sounded very hurried, and after two minutes, the footsteps stopped behind the wooden wall.

A gruff voice howled on the other side of the wooden wall, "Is that you, Reggie?" ”

"It's me, Auralius, you old drunkard, Holy Light willing, you're not drunk yet!" The marshal shouted with joy, he peeked through the crack in the wooden wall, and let out a long breath.

"I'm drunk, who will open the door for you!" A thick voice shouted inside, and even the people outside the walls could hear the joy in the voice.

After more than ten seconds, the wooden door opened, and a stocky figure appeared in front of them.

It was an old dwarf with a gray beard. The hair on his head had fallen out, and the remaining hair was tied in a short braid at the back of his head. He had a typical dwarven appearance and a chest-length bushy beard, a headband on his head, and a suit of chain mail covering important parts like insect arthropods, covered with shiny steel plate armor. It looks like a shiny silver scarab.

"Hey, Reggie, my old friend! I'm so glad you're alive! The old dwarf wiped tears from his eyes, rushed over and hugged Wendthor by the waist—the only position he could get.

"I didn't expect me to survive, it's going to be tough," Wendthor said with emotion, patting the dwarf on the back as he looked through the gate into the camp, "It seems that a lot has changed here during my absence." ”

"You can't blame McVial, Reggie. After you were captured, he organized people everywhere to rescue you, and he even hired a team of adventurers out of his own pocket to lead the team to rescue you, but Katrana Presto's~ forbade anyone to leave the camp. In a fit of rage, he quit and went with Hermet to the Valley of Thorns. The old dwarf said sadly, and he led Wendthor to the camp, chattering with Windthor as he went, looking no different from any old man.

Kodomon was left outside the gate, tied to a hitched stake. Diego had a hard time convincing the guards that the behemoth wouldn't suddenly run wild in the camp, so he had to do that, but Diego never thought that the stake, which was no thicker than Kodomon's thigh, was binding on it.

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Note: Hermet Nesinvari, Azeroth's most famous hunter, a living legend, and the author of the autobiographical travelogues The Green Hills of the Valley of Thorns, The White Thunder-Elephant Hills, and The Snow of Northrend.