"Roar, roar, roar......"

The roar of the orcs and the roar of Varian rang out. But even the experienced and physically strong orc veterans, in Lagash. The ghost wolf also doesn't seem worth mentioning in front of it. The King of Gladiators clutched the sword of the Elder Elves, Salamoni, through the crowd, his outstretched hands as swift as timberwolves, but no less powerful than orcs.

One by one, the orc warriors roared at Varian, only to be disemboweled. With a graceful and agile swing, Sarameni stabbed one orc warrior in the abdomen with a sword, then quickly pulled back, slashing at the shoulder of another orc with a stain of blood. Blood splattered from the orc warrior's shoulder.

With a scream, Varian kicked the orc warrior to the ground with a blank face, and then made a big leap and jumped on top of the other orc's head, and Sarameni stabbed him from top to bottom, piercing the orc infantryman's head with a sword. Thick blood sprayed Varian in the face.

On the other side, Valera was also agile in her hand, she quickly shuttled through the orc crowd, and the Hidden Blade in her hand launched a shadow dance, and those orc warriors didn't even know how the dagger was swung in front of them, and they were blocked by a sword. Splashes of blood, a cold expression, as if she was a natural killer.

The leader of the orcs in the camp roared and struck the heavy axe, but Valeera nimbly dodged it, she stood on her back to the sky, her heels standing, the blade of the axe brushed her face, and in an instant, Valeera's body bent nearly ninety degrees, and the two peaks on her chest stood proudly. The sheer flexibility stunned the orcs. However, before the orc leader could react, the elven assassin's dagger had already swung in front of him, and an arc of light flashed, leaving a thin slit wound on the orc leader's neck. A large amount of blood was pouring out of the wound, and the orc leader clutched his neck, but could not stop his own blood from pouring out of the wound, and he knelt under Valeera, who did not even bother to mend the knife. Go straight away and take out the other orcs.

In less than ten minutes, the more than fifty orc infantry in the camp were all slaughtered by Varian and Ares. As it was said before the war, leave no one alive. At this moment, more than fifty corpses were lying in the camp, as if they had been attacked by wild beasts and had no time to escape.

"Bury their bodies."

Broll. Bearskin is suggested.

"It's useless, the other orcs will find out that their companions are missing. They'll chase after them, and if there's a wolf, we're in trouble. You have to hurry up and get out of here. ”

Ares said.

Twenty days later, everyone left the Burning Plains and entered the Red Ridge Mountains. The distance to Stormwind is getting closer. In other words, after traveling for so long, I am finally about to arrive in Stormwind. This kind of mood is not just a mood, but a feeling. It was the youth of the past, and is the flag-planting party in front of the gate of Stormwind now safe? Ares' eyes sparkled with hope and excitement. The others, apparently not aware of Ares' feelings, thought that the Ember Bringer had rekindled his faith......

The lakeside town is known as one of the top 10 most beautiful places to visit in Azeroth. When he first arrived, Ares was also captivated by its beauty. The mirror-like water of the lake is crystal clear, and on the edge of the lake, there are low-rise wooden houses of various shapes, and behind the wooden houses, there is a lush forest. The forest stretches to the end of the eye, the sun shines down, the silhouette of the distant mountains emerges, and the entire lakeside town is like an artist's oil painting, so unrealistically beautiful.

Time seems to stand still here, and you can always hear the laughter of children and the sound of boats by the lake. Stormwind's convoy is slowly approaching, the guards saluting you, and the sound of the wheels of the carriage running over the stone slabs.

"It's beautiful, I wish I could stay here forever."

Ares stood on the bridge, admiring the view, but he didn't know when Valera would follow. Stand beside yourself. Her beautiful eyes looked at the lake, as if reminiscing about her hometown.

"Yes, someday."

Ares turned his head and smiled.

In the evening, the group chose the most popular hotel to stay. People from all over the world gather here, drinking small drinks and boasting about their past adventures. Or order a few glasses of cold beer and get drunk.

Since Lakeside is the northernmost town in Stormwind, beyond here is the Burning Plains, which is so dangerous that only the bravest adventurers dare to try to traverse it. As a result, most of the humans of Stormwind would stop here, and when they heard that Ares and his party were coming from the north, all the other people in the tavern gathered around, listening with great curiosity to Varian and Jean about their adventures in the north. For the humans of Stormwind, those who dare to cross the Burning Plains from land are either madmen or true warriors. Varian and Ares clearly seem to belong to the latter.

"I've heard there's a black dragon there, is that true?"

A homeless man with unkempt hair leaned into the corner of the table and asked.

"Yes, but not much, and they're all baby dragons, probably a little bigger than a cow. It doesn't breathe fire yet. ”

Varian said with a smile. The crowd around him didn't realize that the muscary man with the scar on his face was their king, Varian. Ureon.

Even Broll and Reginard became heroes. People wondered how the Night Elf had two antlers on its head, and some children even dared to lie on his back and touch the two hard things. As for Reginald, people worship him more, and the delicate armor of Stormwind has proven his identity. At least at the rank of lieutenant and above, there is such equipment. It's just that no one has seen or recognized him, so again, no one thought that this guy was the generalissimo of Stormwind......

On Valeera's side, there was some trouble, and the slender and sexy figure of the Blood Elf attracted the attention of countless men and homeless men, who gathered up to Valeera's side on the pretext of knowing about the adventure, and looked at her with a lewd gaze. Several homeless men even stared greedily at her breasts, without blinking their eyes, and their saliva was about to run down.

Feeling the disgust of the group of people around her, Valera got up angrily and went to the upstairs room. Several ruffians tried to keep up, but she kicked them to the bottom and stumbled down the stairs, breaking two of their front teeth, causing a burst of laughter in the audience.