"The war is over, and I have to go back with my people. Damn, I've had enough of the climate here, it's so humid that it's like a water mask on your face! Logging forward every day, such a thing is only you can think of it! ”

A few days later, the advancing troops encountered a denser woods. At this point, the Hammer Leader Vorstad grew impatient and clamored to return to Azeroth with his troops, to the Eagle's Nest.

His reason is simple, the Alliance has already captured the Hellfire Fortress, there is no need to continue further into the planet, and the threat of the orcs has been lifted. Yes, his reason was as simple as that, and the other leaders of the alliance could not find a reason to refute him.

After all, the Hammer Dwarves had already said before they joined the Alliance Expeditionary Force that they would only join the expedition as allies, but they would not obey the Alliance's leadership, which meant that no order from Varian could command the Hammer Knights, so when Furstad proposed a plan to return, no one could stop him...... Not even Varian.

"High Lord, although I have no authority to ask you to stay, I still hope that you will think carefully before making a decision. The war is not over. There is more than just a stronghold of the Hellfire Fortress on this shattered continent, there may be other demonic portals as well, and Azeroth will only be safe if all portals are completely closed. ”

In the face of Vorstad's irritability, Varian tried his best to persuade the Great Lord of Eagle's Nest Mountain not to go his own way. However, Furstad seemed to have made up his mind, and he could not listen to the persuasion of others present......

"Demon portals? Where is it? Don't use the word maybe, Varian, I'm undeniable that you're a warlike king, but I'm not going to let my people waste any more on this pointless path. See? Luo Ning's men, more than a hundred people, when they were rescued, there were only about fifty people left, there are too many dark creatures on this planet, you can't kill them at all, and there is no need to be an enemy of them, they will not pass through the dark gate, they will not invade Azeroth, as for the demon portal you said, tell me when you find it. But before that, I have to get my fighters home. I won't continue to waste time here with you. ”

Varian tried to retort, but was stopped by a gesture from Vorstad, who immediately continued—

"Don't forget your promise, King of the Storm, that our cooperation is based on freedom and equality, and now I'm going to take my warriors home, and I said that I wouldn't put my men in danger in the Outlands."

Furstad said categorically. The two Hammer Dwarves behind him were expressionless the whole time, as if they were just two guards standing guard. It is true that although a small number of the Hammer Dwarves want to stay, most of them still obey Vorstad's wishes, and they will go wherever the Great Leader wants them to go. What's more, after a big war, going home is indeed a good choice.

"Well, well, since you are so determined to leave, what else can I say?"

"Let me send a team to escort you back to Azeroth."

Varian sighed and continued.

"Thank you for your kindness, Varian, but I don't think there's any need for that, your people are too slow, griffons are the fastest creatures in the air and on the ground, we can reach the Dark Gate in three days, and at the speed of your men, it may take me a month to cross the Hellfire Peninsula. Let's leave it at that, I'll let my people fix it for the day, and then we'll go our separate ways. ”

In the face of Varian's kindness, Furstad did not show a trace of friendly gratitude, but responded to Varian as cold as a rock. This made Varian a little helpless. However, the pre-war agreement cannot be violated, and the Hammer Dwarves did enter the war as a third party, and even if they withdrew from the battlefield at the most critical moment of the Alliance, Varian did not blame them for their power. Just like the Blood Elves led by Winlessa, they are only allies...... Not part of the Alliance......

"Well, good luck, High Lord."

Varian sighed.

With that, Furstad turned away with a blank face. Ares and Jean stood beside Varian, grim expressions. On their way to the Outlands, they lost another reliable ally.

In the rare clearing of the Dead Woods, Furstad's exclusive mount, the Griffon Sunfire, had been docked for a long time. The High Lord climbed into the griffon's saddle with heavy steps. At this time, Yang Yan cried a few times, and his body writhed very reluctantly, but after some struggle, he still behaved. Carrying Vorstad off the ground. A griffon's cry was heard, and Varian sighed deeply. He is not Lothar after all, back then, as the commander of the Alliance, Lothar gathered a huge army with his personal charm, including the Hammer Knight of Eagle's Nest Mountain. At that time, the Hammer Dwarves would never have said such a thing like they do now.

……

"Sylvanas."

"Huh?"

While camping at night, Ares pondered what he had seen during the day, waking up the Windranger beside him. Sylvanas was about to fall asleep when she was suddenly woken up and looked at Ares in confusion.

"Did you feel anything unusual about what we saw during the day?"

Ares pondered, throwing the wood in his hand into the fire. Then he turned his head and said to Sylvanas.

"Strange? What's unusual? ”

Sylvanas asked curiously.

"Furstad, he seems to have changed, he has become different, he doesn't seem to be the Furstad I know."

"How so?"

Sylvanas asked.

"I don't know, it's just a feeling of mine. Have you noticed? During the day, when he rode the griffin, Yang Yan's movements of struggle and resistance. Pretty unusual, isn't it? I've never seen him like this, and his griffons have always been docile. ”

Ares said with a frown. The firelight jumped, projecting his knife-like face.

"I do remember when you say that, the griffon is really not very cooperative with his rider!"

"It's not that it's not uncooperative, I suspect that this Furstad is not the real Furstad at all. He may not be the Great Lord of Eagle's Nest Mountain. ”

When Ares finished speaking, Sylvanas was shocked.

"If not Furstad himself, then who would he be?"

Sylvanas asked, frowning.

"That's what we're going to figure out, and in one day's time, the Hammer Dwarves will be gone. Before we do that, we have to figure out what really happened to Furstad. ”

Ares said solemnly.