When the full moon is in the sky, the dense forest is swaying. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the night, a swift figure is shuttling in the moonlight, this is the moonlit woodland.

A month ago, Monsoon had traveled to Stormwind with Conn and 10,000 troops from the Shadowwind Empire, and after signing a contract with Varian to join the Alliance, he set out on a quest to find Anduin.

He is responsible for the Moonlight Glades and the surrounding area.

The evening breeze weaves through the woodland's modest woods, leaving a rustling whistling trail in the knee-high thick grass that zigzags into the woodland.

Walking through the moonlit glades, the monsoon calibrating his direction from time to time, he and Anduin were now closer and closer.

Because it was a task from the system, the system had been telling Monsoon Anduin the exact location, and it was for this reason that he knew that Anduin was in this woodland.

"Whew! Call! ”

To the north of the Moonlight Glade, Anduin Wryn was galloping north through the lush woodland, and he never thought that the prince of Stormwind City had chosen not to go to the center of the Moonlight Glade, but to the direction of Winterspring Valley, what did he want to do?

Anduin's slightly stumbling steps were no longer as nimble as he once was, and it was clear that he was still wounded, and in this situation, he could safely return to Stormwind as long as he reached the middle of the Moonlit Glade and found the Night Elf Druid of the Council of Cenarius.

You know, the Moonlight Glade can be biased towards the Alliance, but he didn't choose this path, which is really weird.

"Ahem...... orcs, the woodlands are full of orcs, where the hell did Garrosh get so many helpers! That guy is horrible! ”

Panting for breath, Anduin rested against a tree, contemplating everything he had encountered recently.

Anduin did escape from Stormwind that day, but Garrosh saw him through the portal, so Garrosh sent people to the Moonlight Glade to search for Anduin, and now there are many orcs in the Moonlight Glade, but the monsoon who just arrived here is not aware of it, and now, Prince Anduin is in a very bad situation.

Garrosh fired an arrow that day with the breath of Asha and the thunder power of the Lord of Thunder, which made Anduin's healing spell ineffective, and his wounds healed extremely slowly.

The slight infection of the wound, coupled with the pursuit of the orcs, Anduin has been in a state of pain and hunger almost all the time for the past few days, because of the excessive blood loss, his face is extremely pale, and the dizziness caused by the weakness of his body can barely stand up.

Trembling, he groped for a bottle of powerful healing potion from his waist bag and poured it into his mouth, Anduin, who barely suppressed the injury, was about to put a new bandage on his wound, but the perception that he had exercised for many years suddenly alerted.

"Danger!"

The warning in his mind flashed, and Anduin, who didn't have time to think about it, followed his body's instinct and blasted a spell to the right. The next second, a human in blue armor appeared in front of Anduin, and the spell was easily avoided.

"Your own people?"

The man was dressed in a blue lion armor, which was the armor of Stormwind, and Anduin recognized it at a glance.

"Anduin, I'm here to save you, I'm Monsoon, the Alliance faction, the leader of the Pandaren."

It was Monsoon, and as he spoke, he took out a compass, and when he saw the compass, Anduin could already be sure that Monsoon's identity was real.

"Monsoon Grand Master? I've heard your name! I didn't expect you to come to my rescue! Thank you so much! Anduin gasped for breath with an apologetic look on his face, "I thought it was the orcs, they were capturing me, so I ......"

"Orcs?"

Monsoon suddenly frowned, but he didn't understand Anduin's words, however, at this moment, there was the sound of rustling footsteps in the forest.

"Here it is! The fugitives are here! (orc)

However, a strange voice answered Monsoon, and from the system analysis, Monsoon understood that it was the language of the orcs.

"Bastard!"

What made Ji Feng even more inexplicably surprised was that there were countless red dots on the system map, which meant that there were many people chasing them, and if it was only Ji Feng, he was not worried about a large number of pursuers at all.

But now that Anduin was there, and Anduin was still in a state of serious injury, as soon as he thought of this, Monsoon picked up Anduin and immediately headed north.

On the panel of the system, only the north has no orc chasers, and that is the direction to Winterspring Valley.

A few days later, Winter Spring Valley, southwest of Yongwang Town.

Hundreds of crippled orc corpses in various dead states that constantly emitted a foul stench, leaving the otherwise snow-white ice field in a mess, Kargas Bladefist watched the disgusting scene in front of him with a blank expression, and slowly walked along the clearing between the woodlands.

The snow-covered woodland seemed to have experienced a fierce battle, and the snow and bushes were littered with orc corpses. Some had their spines shattered by heavy weapons, some had half of their bodies cut off by sharp axes, and some had their entire skulls and necks smashed into their chests. The winner of the battle was clearly on the side of the Union.

At this moment, an orc soldier in somewhat tattered animal skin armor emerged from the bushes, hurried to his feet, and whispered to him.

Kargas Bladefist looked up, rubbed his chin, and said as if talking to himself:

"Hmph, is it really the Alliance's reinforcements? They're looking for death! ”

Although he became Garrosh's subordinate, Kargas was blessed by Garrosh and became even stronger, and now, the new orc commander is using the power given to him by Garrosh to fulfill Nagarrosh's order: Deal with Anduin!

With his command, the orcs of the Broken Hand Clan divided into small groups and scattered in all directions.

The orc soldiers soon found more traces, the corpses buried under snowdrifts, thorny bushes, and some even hidden above tree trunks. As you go north, there are more and more traces left by such battles. As if to sketch a scene in which the Alliance's armies fought and retreated, they could not escape the pursuit of the orc army.

Kargas followed behind his army, scrutinizing each corpse, the wounds on which he confirmed his suspicions.

At first, the Alliance soldiers had time to dispose of the corpses or bury them under the snow, but later on, they had to leave the battlefield hastily, leaving the corpses of the orc soldiers haphazardly in the woods.

Moving a little further, the guys were simply fleeing the battlefield, most of the orc's corpses staying where they had been killed.

This means that the Alliance soldiers have no time to dispose of the corpses, they are fleeing in a hurry, and on the other hand, it also means that the orcs of the Broken Hand Clan are getting closer and closer to those guys.