In fact, it was getting late when they left Morgan's post. In the Burning Plains, it wasn't a good idea to go through the night, but Windsor insisted on leaving the sad place, and he didn't seem to want to stay here for a quarter of an hour.

It took them some time to get back to the north mouth of the valley that led to Lakeside Town, and follow the long canyon to the south.

The condition here is no better than the burning flat, and there is charred earth and rocks everywhere. The Blackstone orcs dug through the ground to draw lava flows from the crater so that orc warlocks could raise flaming imps here. This little demon has only one talent spell, the Flame Arrow, but fortunately, the requirements for summoning a sacrifice are extremely low, and it is the first choice of most low-level warlocks.

However, the word is apparently not planned in the orc dictionary, and in some places, they had to build a rudimentary bridge over the lava ditch again with huge animal bones for the army to accompany them.

These flaming imps are not very bold, in fact, as a cannon fodder race among demons, these little demons have always relied on numbers to win. There are a few people like Diego, and they also have a team of big guys, and they will just hide far away and watch them Shi Shiran's tongguò. But if it were a lonely traveler, these little demons would not be so well-behaved, as evidenced by the bones with tooth marks and paw prints on the side of the road.

Wendsol's affection looked very low, and he paid no attention to these miscellaneous soldiers, and only cared about hurrying listlessly.

Masrae and Diego followed, talking from time to time.

"Diego, what is love? It's torturous to look at this kind of thing, huh? It can make a valiant warrior who can't even be subdued by a black iron dwarf like this. The Night Elf looked at the depressed Windsol and said curiously.

"What? Got a girl you like? Diego looked at him playfully and said with a smile.

"Of course not, I'm not an adult yet," the Night Elf blurted out, but he immediately regretted it, lest Diego underestimate him, "Actually, I'm going to be an adult soon, just in another twenty years." ”

"It's only twenty years away." He stresses that using the index finger and thumb of his right hand at the same time to make a small distance "in the blink of an eye." ”

But this "blink of an eye" is enough for humans to complete the entire process from birth to adulthood, and if it goes by the way, some lucky people even have a baby. It has to be said that the longevity of this race, which combines the grace of the Moonlight Lady, is truly the envy of everyone except themselves.

"Ahem......" Diego sighed, completely losing interest in talking to him again. But the hairy child didn't realize that he had deeply stimulated others, and he was still chasing after him.

"Diego, you haven't said yet, what the hell is going on with love?" He asked shyly, his face full of longing and yearning.

"Let's put it this way, when you see someone of the opposite sex who can make your heart beat faster, your breathing is tight, and you are sweating, your love comes." Diego. To be honest, he had never been in love a few times in his previous life and in this life, and when Masrae asked him this, he was simply asking Yu Blind. However, Diego was also influenced by countless Qiong Yao dramas in his previous life, and he could talk nonsense no matter what.

He tapped Kodomon's shoulder lightly with his heel, signaling it to go more slowly, the giant beast was not fast, but it was so big that it almost arched to the ass of Wendthor's warhorse.

However, he had walked a long way, and he had not heard the noise of the Night Elves again, which made him somewhat uncomfortable. He grabbed the reins of the Kodomon, then turned his head, surprised to see the latter staring at the mountain wall in disbelief.

"What's wrong, Masrae?"

"My love ...... is coming,......" the Night Elf muttered in a lost sight as if he had seen a ghost.

"What the hell is going on?" Following Masrae's gaze, Diego looked out over the mountain walls on either side of the valley ahead.

"Reggie, stop!" Diego's soul was almost frightened, and he roared at the loudest volume he could.

By the light of the day, which was already beginning to look dim, he saw that just above the steep mountain wall, an orc was pushing a huge rock and trying to roll it down—indeed, the orc was a female, as her towering breasts illustrated. She looked thinner than the orc, but she was strong, her muscles strong and full, and her fangs shiny. Maybe for the orcs, it's a big beauty, but for Masrae, it's not necessarily so. This can be seen from the tangled face of the hairy child, but this also shows from the side that the outliers in this night elf are at least very aesthetically normal.

Diego thought he must be insane, and that there was still time for Windsor to think about this nonsense when he was in great danger.

He pulled his rifle from Kodomon's back as fast as he could, and reloaded it, but before he could aim and fire, the massive round rock had already rolled down the hillside. Then, the figure of the orc disappeared behind the mountain.

Diego lowered his gun and watched as the boulder tumbled and tumbled downward, bringing up a trail of rubble and dust like a roaring waterfall towards Windthor.

The absent-minded Wendsol finally realized that the danger was approaching, and he looked up a little dazedly, and then finally changed his face. However, nervousness and panic never appeared on his face, there was only calmness and alertness.

The veteran's instincts and skilful riding saved Windsor's life at this critical moment. He tugged at the reins of his horse, and with a shout, the horseman rose to his feet, then dodged the attack with a backward leap.

The gray dragon-like boulder, swept with sand and soot, whizzed one step ahead of him, slammed into the opposite mountain wall, smashed a huge crater into it, and then bounced back into the middle of the road, whirling a few times, and finally stopped.

From beginning to end, Windsol did not panic in the slightest, and was as elegant as a dressage performance, calm and calm. He wasn't even splashed with a trace of dust.

"That's cool!" Diego muttered.

Windsol gently clamped the horse's belly and kept the horse pacing back and forth in the valley in case the orcs attacked again, but a long time passed, and there was silence on the cliff, and nothing happened.

The three of them relaxed slightly, and Masrae had intended to launch a pursuit, but Wendsol sane prevented him from doing so. This alliance veteran always felt that something was wrong, like danger awaited them ahead.

It was already getting dark, and in this environment, once you rushed into the ambush circle, it would be a disaster. Although he was a little absent-minded, his rich combat experience melted into his bones like instinct, and he finally realized that something was wrong - the female orc's appearance was too fake, and it was clear that she was luring the enemy.

But it can't be said completely, if Wendsol can't dodge and is smashed into a patty by a boulder, who can guarantee that this feint will not turn into a real attack? However, this also shows that the orcs are not so abundant here, if there were enough manpower, they would have been crushed a long time ago, only three enemies, can they use so much effort? Maybe the orcs just set up a few scouts here.

After some deliberation, they eventually returned to Taniguchi and camped in a small hill not far from Taniguchi. Originally, for safety reasons, Diegorti yì returned to Morgan's guard post for the night, but the marshal stubbornly vetoed his construction.

For this reason, they had to arrange a vigil in turns, so as not to be served by the blackstone orcs who touched it.

After chewing on a meal of unpalatable dry food, Windsol was the first to go to the vigil, which he had strongly requested.

"I can't sleep anyway, it's better to blow the wind and wake up." He said.

Diego didn't fight with him, I don't know how many romantic dramas I watched in my previous life, and he also knew that it was normal for a person to be bored for a few days after falling out of love.

He spread animal skins on the ground and lay down with his clothes, but covered with a thin blanket.

Although the burning plains that have been burned throughout are hot and desolate, there is also an advantage, that is, there are few plants here, except for fire beetles and flame bees, there are few mosquitoes and the like in the wild here, unlike the Elwin Forest and the Valley of Thorns, which are full of vegetation and abundant water and grass, and the mosquitoes are overwhelming at night, making it difficult for people to sleep.

Because of the tiredness of the day, tired and tired, he soon fell asleep. Deep sleep is always the best way to eliminate fatigue and fatigue, and since crossing over to Azeroth, Diego has found that he has rarely suffered from insomnia, dreams, forgetfulness and depression caused by irregular work and rest, staying up late, and other unhealthy lifestyle habits.

However, just as he was sleeping soundly, he felt someone gently nudge him. An alert skeleton sat up from the hide, and reached for the rifle at his side. However, he soon relaxed again, for through the ashes of the unextinguished campfire, he saw that it was the Night Elves who had awakened him.

"Don't be nervous, Diego, nothing happened." The Night Elf reassured him, his golden eyes glowing gently in the darkness, and they looked as clear as gems, "No enemies have come to the door." ”

"What's the matter?" Diego glanced at the hourglass next to him, there was still a long way to go before the shift shift. He looked around, but couldn't see anything. As a veteran, this isn't the first time Windsol has served as a secret sentry. He hid it well, and Diego didn't find any trace of him.

"I still can't sleep, I can't figure out, how can I like that orc? You know, she doesn't have anything about her that I find pretty. Masrae said in a tangled voice, looking no different from any human boy who was just starting out in love.

"Silly boy, you're not love, real love isn't like that!" Diego couldn't help but grinning and laughing, tears of laughter flew out, he had been in tension and anxiety since he was attacked in the evening, and the elf boy was still struggling with it.

"But that's exactly what you said, that's not wrong at all, it makes me 'heart racing, breathing tight, sweating of the opposite sex', she fits perfectly!" The Night Elf said with some annoyance, and he suddenly regretted telling Diego what was on his mind, so much so that he was mercilessly ridiculed by this guy.

"Shit, you see any enemy like that, male or female, you just happened to see a female orc at the time! You'll feel that way when you get the chance to meet a male orc! Diego explained with a smile in his eyes,

"You mean I'm going to like orcs?!" The Night Elves were so terrified that their eyes almost popped out.

"Of course I didn't mean that, I meant ......" Diego suddenly felt a little out of words, he couldn't explain the strange feeling of being with the girl he liked with this second child, it was something that could only be understood and not spoken.

He turned his head and looked at the Night Boy with a look of confusion and anticipation, and felt that this matter was a little tangled.

"You'll find out when the time comes, anyway!" He said rudely and irresponsibly.

……

Masrae was not satisfied with his answer, as anyone could tell, for the boy seemed to be a little puffed up until the morning, when he woke everyone up.

They took a sip of hot soup and ate some dry food indiscriminately. Then set off again into the canyon.

Because I don't know what situation I will face along the way today, it won't be too calm anyway, so Wendsol put on his armor before leaving. You must know that the wearing and disassembly of plate armor is extremely cumbersome, and it will take a while to straighten it out. However, this is really embarrassing for him, this steel-forged plate armor is very heavy, and people who are not strong enough will be exhausted just by wearing armor for half a day.

This time, they were preoccupied with guarding for a possible attack, but after walking for hours, nothing had happened, and there was calm in the canyon.

Yesterday's ambush looked like it never existed, and if it weren't for the fact that the huge rock in the middle of the road could still be seen, the adventurers would have really thought so. Diego felt that he really had a hard time understanding the orc's thinking, did these green-skinned monsters think that their group had been scared by yesterday's attack and did not dare to go any further—according to the orc's view of humans, it was really possible.

Beyond that stone, traces of the aftermath of the battle began to appear on both sides of the road. There were some broken armor and broken weapons scattered on the ground, some belonging to the Alliance soldiers and some to the Blackstone Orcs, but there were all signs that the Alliance had suffered a defeat here and had to retreat south. This is evident from the Confederacy flag, which is half-covered by dirt - even for a moment, the Coalition soldiers will never allow their honor to be trampled on. All the armor, weapons, and banners were covered in dust and dirt, and the battle could be a long time before it was.

They hesitated here for a long time, and then continued south, but the further south they went, the worse it became.

In the middle of the canyon, they saw a much larger battlefield. The canyon became wider, but without the support of the terrain, the weakness of the Alliance's forces began to be fully revealed. It was a scorched and lifeless place, for most of the Union soldiers who had been stationed here had been killed, and even those who were still alive had evacuated the place, but the canyon was still full of traces of fierce fighting, and they had at least destroyed the fortifications and set fire to all their baggage before leaving.

But they apparently did not break away from the pursuing orcs, as supplies were still abandoned along the trail until they reached the pass that guarded the southern end of the canyon.