"Wow-oh——!" Diego Aznar almost shouted out to express his amazement. Although I had seen the druids cast spells more than once in the game before the crossing, it was only a simple spell effect - a cloud of green light or a cloud of white light, which was so subtle that the stretching and twisting of each young leaf in front of me were clearly distinguishable, which was simply incomparable. Diego could even clearly see the goose-yellow fluff on the young leaves gently fluttering in the breeze.

"Shhhh He gently reached through the crack in the cage and leaned over to the brass lock that held the cage in place.

Under Diego Aznar's watchful eye, the shoot continued to grow. He saw the tip of a part of the shoot stick into the keyhole, and after a few seconds, the plant began to harden and turn dark brown in color, as if it had finished growing.

"A very simple trick - manipulating plants, the basic skill of the druid, not even the most superficial spell." Masrae smiled, but Diego could see the smugness on his face, which made Diego almost instinctively determine the Night Elf's age.

While almost every Night Elf looks the same for humans, for experienced players, it can be distinguished from their facial prints, from the color of their eyes, from the shape of their long ears, and so on. But when it comes to the age of the Night Elves, it's hard to tell for even the most seasoned players, oh, except for the more unique ones - like the Great Druid Malfurion Fury with antlers on his head and a large beard. However, Diego has some unique insights on this.

Due to the existence of the Well of Eternity, the Night Elves are almost immortal, which also leads to the extremely long juvenile period of the Night Elves. Compared to humans who can reach adulthood at the age of eighteen or even lower, in a relatively simple elven society, night elves need hundreds or even nearly a thousand years to reach adulthood, and when you face a hundred-year-old night monster, you will rarely know that his mental age may only be equivalent to a human teenager, and some of his childish behaviors are a little incredible for an adult human. And Diego relies on these to judge the age of a Night Elf.

Judging from his observations, this Night Elf may only be six or seven hundred years old, which is equivalent to a human teenager who is about fourteen or fifteen years old.

Masrae Bearskin didn't notice that he had been guessed by the human, and he triumphantly twisted the vegetal version of the key. With a soft click, the lock opened. But he immediately locked the lock again, and pulled the plant key handle out of the keyhole, and threw it on the ground—even the most imaginative orc would not associate the crooked twig with the key.

With the sound of heavy footsteps, a brown-skinned orc stepped out of the rain and fog in the distance. He had a typical orc face, a narrow head, a wide chin, pale yellow eyes, and a shiny crown of grass on the top of his head. Two sharp fangs protruded from his jaw upwards, sticking out of his mouth, giving him a fierce and brutal look.

He carried a heavy battle axe in his hand. The tomahawk seemed to have been fought more than once, and the blade was full of gaps, large and small, and looked like a saw blade, and if it were in the hands of dwarves or even humans, the axe should have been lost long ago - the rough forging process and iron quality made it not even worth regrinding, but it was still a good weapon for the orc tribe who were desperately short of iron products. He grinded it with a cold glow that was extremely sharp.

The orc was dressed in a rudimentary leather armor, only the shoulders were made of iron, but the workmanship looked crude, but he should have liked the shoulder armor - Diego saw that the armor was shiny and shiny, and even the cracks and fractures caused by the forging defects had been carefully repaired. On the left shoulder of the armor, near the heart, a red dragon head was drawn in some kind of red paint, which Diego had assumed was the blood of some intelligent being, according to orc tradition.

Red dragon head? Brown skin? Diego knew it was the hallmark of the Dragonthroat Clan. Although this clan had also drunk demonic blood, their skin had not turned green, which was puzzling - you must know that even the Frostwolf Clan, which had not drunk demonic blood, had turned green skin due to the evil energy in the orcs of other clans over time.

If it was a dragon roar orc, he would have almost determined where this was—the wetlands! Only the climate there is suitable for this humid and humid weather, and more importantly, before the cataclysm, the Dragonmaw Orcs have been operating in the area of the wetlands, and the Grimbaatar Fortress in the eastern part of the wetlands is the lair of the Dragonmaw Clan.

Unlike players who are obsessed with dungeons, battlefields, and gear, Diego is completely fascinated by the vast world of Azeroth, and has traveled to every corner of the world for ten years. Every deep cave, every ruined ruin, is imprinted with the footprints of his exploration. He knew the story behind every character in Azeroth, even every weapon with a name. Whether it is the long history of Azeroth, or the events that have happened in Azeroth in the past ten years, he knows it all.

More than once, someone did not understand that this is just a game, all the qiē is false, imaginary, this world does not exist at all, it is utopia, but he still stubbornly plays his role in this game. Few people knew that he had given a serious return salute to the Alliance soldiers who had saluted him, and that he had used goblin pacemakers on civilian NPCs that had fallen during failed escort missions, in a futile attempt to save their lives. He is like Don Quixote, who is obsessed with a chivalric story, and the game is as indispensable to him as air. And he is like being integrated into this world, like a fish in water, knowing everything.

Now it seems that, perhaps, this will be his greatest capital to survive in the world of Azeroth.

The orc approached, and he stopped in front of the Night Elf's cage. Masrae Bear Peel bowed his head and hid in his cage shivering like a quail, looking terrified. It's a good idea, and what strength orcs love most is to see the fear of weaker creatures for them, which always fills their hearts with an inflated sense of power.

"What a good acting!" Diego sighed inwardly. Just then, the orc, whose vanity had been greatly satisfied, came to his cage. Well, it's time to spell acting. He twisted his head with difficulty, and looked at the orc with a glazed look, like a human who had been beaten stupidly. "Now, I'm the Oscar, I'm Tom Hanks, I'm Denzel Washington, I'm Nicolas Cage......" he muttered in his heart, the poor brain capacity of the dragon roaring orc was obviously not enough to see through this acting school, he was deceived, at this time, Diego's long list of Oscar winners had not even finished a third of it.

“ted－lasa！” The orc threatened fiercely, Diego couldn't understand the orc, but he could guess that it probably meant "be honest" or something. The orc swung his axe and struck on the cage where Diego was kept. With his blow, the rusty iron slag on the cage fell in a plop, and Diego was spilled all over his face, some of which even fell into his nostrils on his back, causing him to sneeze several times in quick succession.

The captive wolf Bèi apparently pleased the guard, and the orc laughed, and with his axe on his shoulder, he staggered into the distance, where Diego saw a small tent of rudimentary animal skins, which was supposed to be for the keepers to rest.

Not long after the guards returned to the tent, a heavy snoring came from the other side.

"Alright, we'll have to hurry," the Night Elf picked up the key from the ground and quickly unlocked the lock on his cage, "maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow night, those greenskins will sacrifice us to the demons." ”

He crept over to Diego, another plant seed blooming in his hand, and he put his hand in front of the keyhole.

"You should have had a big fight with them when you were caught, just look at the injuries on your body, you must have fought fiercely." He said admiringly, the lock clicked softly, and then opened, which seemed to him no more difficult than a glass of water, "I was caught in a trap, and I didn't even have time to resist." He said self-deprecatingly.

The Night Elf opened the door, then bent down to examine Diego's injuries, and after a moment, he looked up.

"You're lucky that you didn't hurt your internal organs or bones, just some contusions," he smiled and comforted Diego, who was a little nervous, "You know, as a wild druid, I'm not very good at healing, but it's enough to deal with your injuries." ”

For a long time, the Druids have been divided into three schools or branches, namely, the wild druids who are proficient in transforming into beasts and good at hand-to-hand combat; Balanced druids who are proficient in natural spells and control the balance of nature; and the restoration of the druids who heal nature and heal the wounds. Diego remembers discovering Lost Island a few years later, probably influenced by the Pandaren's natural harmony, when a new genre sped off from the wild druids, who called themselves guardians, who were more adept at defense, transforming into giant bears and fighting at the forefront of the group, guarding the firefighters and healers behind them.

Masrae Bearskin put his hand on Diego's shoulder, and his expression began to become stern, "You have to bear with it, it may not be too comfortable, try not to make a sound." He said, a faint green light shining from beneath his hand, and the next moment, the green light disappeared into Diego's body like water melted into sand.

Healing Touch, Diego knows about this druid spell, and he has been healed by it more than once in the game. But he'd never experienced the effect of the spell in reality. He suddenly felt a little itchy in his throat, as if an air stream was rushing out of his lungs, and the green life energy worked in his body. There was a numb, itchy sensation from the wounds all over his body, as if 10,000 ants were gnawing on his wounds.

"Can you knock me out?" He tensed his whole body like a prawn in a pot and pleaded.

"Many people have asked for this, but I must tell you: no. You have to stay awake to guarantee the best results, and we don't have the time to do it again. The Night Elf said apologetically, flipping through Diego's clothes and checking the latter's injuries, "I'll have to keep the wounds on my face, or the orcs will notice something unusual." ”

After a few moments, Diego felt better, he felt as if his strength was returning to his body, and he tried to roll over and sit up, but the Night Elf stopped him.

"You'll be fine, but not now, what you need most now is rest," Masrae Bearskin whispered, locking the door to the cage and handing the wooden key to Diego, "I need to go back, the orc guard is coming out, and there's not enough time left for us to do anything." ”

With that, the Night Elf returned to his cage and locked himself inside, continuing to play the role of quail. Diego had to lie down and wait for his injuries to heal.

It has to be said that the Night Elves' healing spells are very powerful, and Diego quickly felt that his injuries have improved a lot, at least it does not affect his combat effectiveness, and sometimes he even feels that if he gives himself a weapon, he can even overturn the orc guard. But he didn't act rashly, but lay quietly on his back, waiting for the Night Elf's code.

During this period, the orc guards came out to patrol twice, but his IQ limit was obviously not enough to see through the superb acting skills of elves and humans, which made both of them relax a lot.

While waiting, Diego experimented with the summoning "system" and character panel, which is the treatment of most protagonists in time-travel books. To his little disappointment, nothing came up. It's a real world, it's not a game, there's no system, there's no cheat, and he has more than the natives of Azeroth, only memories of before they crossed over.

Gradually, the rain stopped, and although the fog was still there, it was much lighter than before, and Diego could see farther now. He saw that the camp was backed by a towering mountain range, and to the east—it should have been, if his sense of direction was correct—was an endless expanse of empty field.

Diego judged that this was not the Grimbaatar, the lair of the Dragonroar Orcs, but with many walls and towering fortresses; Nor is it the Dragon's Roar Gate, which is located in a valley and is flanked by rocky cliffs. Then there is only one place left that fits the topography here - Camp Angry Fang. This made Diego secretly relieved, after all, compared to the first two who were heavily guarded, the Angry Fang camp was much easier to escape.

In the Eastern Kingdoms, the Angry Tooth camp has long been used as an outpost of the Dragonroar Orcs, and under the hillside of this camp, it is an important trade route. For the Ironforge dwarves in the south and Stormwind further south, it is a must to travel to the Arathi Basin in the north, or to the port of Minethil in the west, crossing the sea to the continent of Kalimdor. The Dragonmaw Orc raiders of the Furious Tooth Camp are kings of the mountains here, robbing passing merchants, not only making a lot of money themselves, but also transporting a lot of supplies to the old nest Grimbaatar Fortress.

It's also a place of countless lessons for the Alliance, and Diego has been beaten to death by the Dragonroar Orcs on more than one occasion.

The sky was getting darker, night was about to fall, and a bonfire had been lit in the orc camp in the distance, and in the light of the fire, the camp began to become noisy, and Diego even heard the orc tambourine sounding, and the sound of the dragon roaring orcs dancing rhythmically on the ground came from afar.

The orc guards came out of their tents several times and looked over into the camp. He was visibly annoyed that he could not attend this solemn gathering, which made his attitude towards the two captives doubly hostile.

"Hey, man, we've got to get started," Masrae Bearskin called softly as the orc guard slumped into the tent once more, picking up the wooden key and unlocking the door, motioning for Diego to do the same, "when they're done feasting, they'll come this way and sacrifice us to the demons." We've got to hurry. ”

The two men came out of the cage and crept towards the guard's tent.

"Leave them alone?" Diego asked in a whisper, and he looked at the other cage captives, although the two of them had been tossing back and forth several times, the cage captives were still lying motionless, and no one even turned over to look this way.

"The longest-lived one of them died this morning," the Night Elves replied in a somewhat sad whisper—as Elune believers, the Night Elves have compassion for the loss of every life. His eyes were glued to the animal skin tent, "They don't have as good a physique as you to last until now, and the orc has been staring at them very closely some time ago, and I don't dare to treat them rashly." ”

They moved slowly to prevent a sound, but eventually approached the guard's tent, and the Night Elves stopped when they were about three paces away.

"Okay, it's about the same distance." He whispered, and just then, the lights in the tent flickered a few times, and it seemed that the irascible orc could not hold his breath again.

"It's now!" The Night Elf said that he hadn't deliberately lowered his voice this time, and Diego was sure that the orc guard had heard it, as he saw the orc shadow reflected from the mouth of the tent bending down to pick up a weapon from the side.

Next, Diego Asnar was shocked again, and he felt that he had never experienced so many shocks in his entire life before the time crossing. Right under his nose, the Night Elf's appearance changed dramatically. His purple skin became hard and rough, thick animal hair grew out of the pores above like a thick blanket, his mouth became like the snout of a wild beast, the fangs of Chamut protruded from his mouth and were terrifying, his limbs became thick and powerful, and his huge claws were as sharp as blades.

Diego was stunned as he watched as Masray turned into a giant brown bear weighing a ton and a half in a second, and although the bear still had some of the features of the Night Elves, the armbands on its elbows and the sun and moon patterns on its shoulders showed that it was a druid bear, he still couldn't believe that the beast was still awake and sane. He swallowed hard and involuntarily took a step back.

The bear roared and pounced on the low tent, which looked bigger than the entire tent. The tent was toppled down without resistance, and Diego heard the sound of broken bones beneath it, "Click, click", the last sound the orc guard could make, and he didn't even have time to scream a few times. But the bear was clearly not satisfied, and it slapped it violently a few more times before it gasped and stopped.

It slashed a few times across the blood-soaked tarpaulin, revealing the orc corpse beneath it — it couldn't be called a corpse, it was just a mess of rotten flesh — and the two-handed axe beside it.

"Take this axe, we'll have to do it again." The bear turned his head and bared his teeth and said to Diego, who was amazed at how well he could speak, but he was already a little numb from all the incredible things he had been doing tonight, and he walked up, silently picked up the axe, and followed the bear.