Zangar Marsh, when Ares first set foot on the land, was undoubtedly fascinated by its mystery and depth. Just one day away, the surrounding scene is completely different. This change in the landscape occurs unconsciously, whether it is the temperature, humidity, or the surrounding flora and fauna, the light overhead is changing subtly without listening.

During the day, it is still on the Hellfire Peninsula, surrounded by dry hot winds and red earth, and at night, it is already in another world. Here, as if there was no real daylight, tall mushroom forests rose from the ground, dense mushroom forests like a huge magic net, netting all the creatures here, and the mushrooms here were taller than any plant Ares had ever seen before. Some giant mushrooms are even more than a dozen stories high, completely obscuring the light overhead.

In the dark environment, you can occasionally hear a burst of birdsong, and then you can see some strange creatures flying under the mushroom forest, disappearing from sight with a graceful arc of light.

The humidity is so humid that the moisture sticks to your face like a natural moisturizing mask, and when you close your eyes, you can smell the faint floral scent of the surrounding vegetation.

Due to the long-term exposure to the dark environment, some plants will even emit light on their own, and some phototaxis insects will sneak close to these beautiful flowers, and then be instantly devoured by these ferocious carnivorous plants. This is equivalent to the existence of man-eating grass on Earth. The scary thing is that in the land of the Zangar Marsh, this plant that can prey on insects and even animals is widely distributed.

Sometimes you have to be careful when you even walk, because what looks like a meadow may have a huge carnivorous plant hidden underneath. Just walking in the glittering swampy jungle, curiosity and excitement have taken over, and it compresses reason and caution to a very small extent. Ares enjoyed the view in front of him. Fantastic unreal......

The Outlands are full of shattered beauty, sometimes suffocating, the skies of the Hellfire Peninsula, the mushroom forests of the Zangar Marshes, they weren't meant to be, and the Zangar Marshes were even a vast ocean before the Draenor explosion......

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Sylvanas said with a smile as she walked by the muddy pool, keeping an eye on the subtle changes in her surroundings. In order to avoid Kael'thas pursuit, she has infiltrated the Zangar Swamp many times, and she still knows everything here. Seeing that Ares was completely attracted by the beauty of this place, Windranger became more attentive and careful.

"Well, it's a lot more beautiful than I thought."

"And what do you imagine the Zangar Swamp to look like?"

"Darkness, danger, mutation and terror."

Turning his head, Ares replied.

They walked almost side by side, except that at the moment, Sylvanas was more like an alert fawn, and Ares was like a child curious about everything.

"It's true, full of mutations and horrors, and it's full of dangers...... Ares, we have to pick up the pace. Griffins are also not absolutely safe in the sky. ”

Sylvanas said, looking worriedly at the surface of the lake, which was as calm as a jewel. She knew that some terrifying force was lurking at the bottom of the lake, and that if Ares let down his last bit of vigilance, these terrible creatures would emerge from beneath the surface and drag you to the bottom, leaving you to struggle with fear and drown in the struggle. Then, it slowly enjoys your corpse......

Fortunately, Ares maintained a slight vigilance throughout the whole process, and the Ember Bringer was always kept in a place where his palm could hold it at any time. What Sylvanas feared didn't happen.

Two days later, the rescued Night Elf Hunter took Ares and his party to their home base, the Cenarion Expeditionary Force Fortress. It was a camp built on a mushroom forest, and the Night Elves liked to call the trees their home, and these hard, giant mushrooms became their temporary residence. Despite Sylvanas' dislike of approaching them, she followed Ares into the camp and spoke to the Night Elves for a common goal.

Judging from the layout of the expeditionary camp, it can be seen that the Night Elves are simply crazy about the protection of nature, and in order not to affect the mushroom forest, all their houses are built on the top of the giant mushrooms, instead of digging a small hole in the middle and living in it. Although each of these giant mushrooms has a hard texture like a forest, it can withstand such excavation. But the Night Elves' environmental spirit is like this, and if they can not harm the nature of nature, they will resolutely not touch it.

As you climb up the circular staircase, everything on the ground slowly shrinks. The surroundings were slowly darkening, and Ares could barely see the steps under his feet if it weren't for the lit torches around him. However, as the altitude climbed, an even more wonderful sight appeared—the rings and folds of the giant mushrooms glowed with a pale blue light, like the neon lights of modern buildings, shining with a charming light, illuminating the entire camp of the Night Elves......

"Thank you, High Lord, for rescuing my people from the swords of demons. Jon has already told me about the situation, you want to find a dwarven lord? ”

Sitting in the night elf's wooden house, the priestess Isel received Ares. The Angela Worm War made Ares's status soar among the Night Elves, and at this moment, after rescuing their companions, the Night Elves' attitude towards Ares can be called respectful. And, thanks to the Angela Zerg Wars, the Night Elves learned the lingua franca of the Alliance. It's not so difficult to communicate now.

The Night Elves were surprised by the presence of the Windrangers, the High Elves generally did not approach the Night Elves easily, although they both belonged to the same empire ten thousand years ago, but the difference in concepts made the High Elves and the Night Elves mutually exclusive, and rarely sat at the same table.

"Yes, have you seen any similar dwarves pass by during your time at this water?"

Ares asked anxiously. Because it has been a long time since Vorstad was captured, the longer the time, the lower the probability of Furstad's survival, not only Ares is worried, but these Hammer Dwarves behind him are even more anxious. It's just that the Night Elves are more willing to receive Ares than the Dwarves and Sylvanas, and this conversation is mainly done by Ares.

"The dwarves haven't seen it, but I know there's a hidden camp of the orcs in this swamp, and you might want to look it there."

The priestess sat across from her and spoke with friendly kindness.

"Where?"

Before Ares could speak, the Hammer Dwarven Knight behind him asked impatiently.

"I can send someone to take you there, but you'd better be cautious, because there are a lot of orcs there, and a handful of demons, it's an underground fortress. We wanted to get rid of them, but we didn't have enough of our own strength, and more follow-up reinforcements were still on the way. When the reinforcements from the Great Druids arrive at the front, we may be able to fight side by side and take out the fortress. ”

Said the priestess Ishel.

"Can't wait that long, thank you for your hospitality, but priestess, we need a guide."

Without waiting for the Hammer Dwarf to speak, this time, Ares answered first.