Sylvanas didn't keep Diego and them waiting too long - the Scourge had always relied on the Sea of the Undead to overwhelm their opponents, and the Forsaken continued to use this tactic, and they never asked for any formations, queues, or coordination, so the impatient Banshee King only spent a night and a day arming his loyal subjects into an army. Oriental Reading Network

The next evening, when Diego felt that the headache caused by the hangover had not completely subsided, the messenger of the Banshee King arrived at their camp.

The Courier was an old acquaintance - the innkeeper Mr. Norman, and the good old man had brought the adventurers' mounts with his corral keeper, which was perhaps the reason why he was the Courier - if it were any other stranger, he would only be trampled to death by the Kodomon, or mauled to death by the wolf.

The adventurers let out a cheer and lunged towards their mounts, and the big guys responded excitedly. Dezko's Kodomon bowed its head and arched in his arms like a calf. Diego's Kodomon buried his tongue in curling the oat grains in his palm soaked in Mogole spirits, munching contentedly. As for Masrae, his mount was happily nibbling on the grass he had spawned with his druid spells, and he didn't even bother to lift his head.

There are a few people, and the most noisy is the orc and his wolf.

"Hey, man, don't be so enthusiastic, I'm going to have to be licked off by you!" The orc hugged his wolf hard and shouted with laughter.

"Where's my goat?" The crowd, the dwarf Brian, shouted loudly, "When I was knocked over by the guards at the gates of the Dark City, my goats were still alive and well!" You know, it's a great mount I bought at the Frozen Stone Farm, and it's been with me on almost all of the Eastern Kingdoms! ”

Unlike the goats or sheep raised by humans, in and around the dwarven homeland of Danmorro, the Baraktor ibex is simple and proud for its fluffy fur and sturdy horns, and its bravery and fearlessness can only be matched by its dwarven neighbors. These good-natured animals are not ferocious, but they possess unusual strength and stamina for rides and long walks. Although other species of goats were later found riding in the bitter cold of Northrend, the dwarves of Ironforge gravitated towards this friendly creature from their homeland.

"Mr. Dwarf, I've never seen your goat, and I've never seen anyone store it in the inn pens," Old Norman explained sincerely, looking down and thinking for a moment, "but half a month ago, the Forsaken Guards sent a large goat that had been killed, in exchange for three liters of my undead rot. ”

"That goat is really big." His pen keeper chimed in, and his perspective was noticeably different from the others, "The delivery guard's breastplate has a half-broken horn embedded in it. ”

The dwarf let out a sad wail.

"My poor little flower, this good boy must have thought I was killed before he rushed to the guards, and he was not willing to leave me to escape, you know, if he ran up, he couldn't even chase the birds." The dwarf sobbed, snot almost dripping from his beard on his chest, and it was obvious that he had a deep affection for the goat, named "Little Flower".

Diego looked at the weeping dwarf with some embarrassment, he remembered that when he checked into Old Norman's inn, he had ordered lamb chops, and he didn't think that there were still sheep in the entire Tirisfa Forest area now.

He winked at Masrae, motioning for the latter to persuade the grieving dwarf, but the Night Elf apparently remembered the stubble as well, and seemed to be interested in the mane on the back of the Kodomon, and he frowned and did not speak.

"If you want me to say, man, it's nothing," Bloodspear finally got impatient, and he walked up and patted the dwarf on the shoulder, "For us orcs, the wolf is not only our mount, but also our comrade-in-arms, our companion, we respect and value them, but we are not afraid to eat its flesh and make its fur into leather armor after it dies of old age or war, because in doing so, its soul will be with us, and it will give us its wildness and glory!" ”

He pulled out a bone necklace from under his breastplate, and at the center of the necklace was a large wolf tooth.

"Sharp Tooth wasn't my first mount, Bloodsong was," he rubbed the sharp tooth and recalled with a low voice, "it was a terrible battle, we were surrounded by gnolls, Bloodsong was stabbed in at least five places, and it even saved my life, but as revenge, we later wiped out the Gnoll tribe once and for all." I'm sure its soul will feel comforted. ”

"The spirits of the wild are watching over us at all times." The Minotaur shaman agreed. His face looked much better yesterday, and at least he couldn't see anything wrong with his walking.

"But I can't even find Xiaohua's body, maybe it's in someone's belly right now." The dwarf said sadly, and Diego felt that old Norman seemed to be glancing over to him.

The innkeeper walked up and patted Brian on the shoulder: "Mr. Dwarf, maybe we can help you, I remember I still have a sheep's horn thrown in the corner of the kitchen, it seems to be a ......"

"What?" The dwarf grabbed his arm like a straw, "Where is it?" This is the last relic of Xiaohua, let's go find it. ”

The dwarf got up from the ground excitedly, and dragged old Norman to go back to the Undercity. Diego had to step up and interrupt the agitated dwarf.

"Okay, Brian, we can put the horn behind for a while, anyway, the horn is there, and it won't run away with long legs. We have more important things to do now. ”

The dwarf finally calmed down, he wasn't the kind of person who couldn't pick up the weight, and he let go of old Norman's arm and reluctantly stepped aside.

"The horns won't run away, but maybe they'll be taken away." He still muttered with some dissatisfaction.

Diego didn't pay any more attention, he looked at old Norman: "What did Her Majesty say?" ”

The innkeeper pulled out a badge of arrows, owls, and half a broken face, which was Sylvanas' emblem: "The new legion will set out at nightfall, and the Dark Lady would like you and your friends to serve as legion scouts to scout the rebels." ”

"Then we have to go now." Diego said as he looked at the sunset that was about to fall into the horizon.

There was a rush in the camp, and after a quarter of an hour, the adventurers had packed up and were ready to set off on their mounts. Brian? Copperbeard and Diego ride a Kodomon.

"Remember to keep that horn for me, don't lose it!" As he was leaving, the dwarf said to old Norman uneasily.

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