"Tribe?" Diego's eyes widened in surprise, "How did they come?" ”

"Actually, the tribe is not at odds with Onexia, and what Thrall really wants to deal with is her brother, Nefarian, in order to free her fellow Blackstone Orcs from his slavery, and I think they are here more to cut off his possible wings before the decisive battle with Nefarian." Gianna explained, but Diego knew she knew more than that, but that made the Tribe's purpose clear.

Diego fell silent, he didn't want to volunteer to take the job off, he was not very good at dealing with people, and if he could, he wouldn't even want to provoke strange humans, let alone deal with irascible orcs.

But it backfired, and Bolval soon turned his attention to him.

"Perhaps we already have the right person," said Bowval with a smile, "isn't there one in front of us?" ”

"Why?" Diego asked in surprise, feeling that the Duke's decision was too child's play—at what point did he see that he was up to the task?

"I can't find a person in the entire Wang ** team who is familiar with this land, since they are not familiar, why not pick one that I am familiar with and who is closest to me? You see, we don't even have to go through the hassle of sending a herald. Bolwal explained with a smile.

Diego understood his subtext - since they were not familiar with the situation, who should they send to go? Who told you to send it to your door at this time?

"But there must be people under Lady Proudmoore's command who know about this swamp, and have been here for at least two years. You have to know something, right? Diego suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said.

"We don't know much more than you do. As Samuel said, we are too short on manpower. Before they had time to explore the entire swamp, and it was infested with giant crocodiles, venomous spiders, velociraptors, and wind snakes, the squad couldn't penetrate it. Gianna explained, gesturing to the part of the map that had been marked, "In fact, we don't know anything about it except the line from the port to the barren lands to the west. ”

"You're really honest......" Diego rolled his eyes helplessly, having to admit it. Bolval had inadvertently made a wise decision, and no one was more familiar with the Dust Swamp than Diego in this era, having traveled all of Azeroth, every cave, every camp, and even every shack in the era before the time. He knew it all, but Diego also knew that it was in the game, and it wasn't exactly the same as reality. After the experience of the past two years, blindly believing in the past experience is tantamount to the way to death. That's why he didn't take on this task before.

"Okay, I'll go." Diego said resignedly, "But let's be clear." I don't know orc language, or minotaur language. ”

"Gaylan? Captain Vimes will go with you, whether it's orc or minotaur language, he can speak some. ”

"Then why don't you let him lead the team directly?" Diego asked, puzzled.

"He lost his left arm and right hand in a battle with the Naga pirates two months ago, and now, he can only use his language talent to help you."

"It's unfortunate, but I have to say, it's a man." Diego said solemnly, he was suddenly ashamed of his previous prevarication and selfishness, compared to this true warrior, what reason did he have to refuse this operation.

"What do you need me to do?" He raised his head and took the initiative to ask.

"It's not complicated for you to do," Bolval pointed to the road that leads to the Barrens marked on the map, "and you follow the road west, meet the Horde in the walled village, and then head south to find a path that leads to Onexia's lair, and the army will follow this road." ”

Diego nodded in understanding. After agreeing some details with Bolval, he left. To tell the truth, he almost ran away, and if he stayed any longer, Bolval would not be able to make some kind of moth, and for the first time, Diego felt that the duke was really unreliable.

Walking out of the fortress, he saw his men waiting in a clearing not far away. Masrae was lazily leaning against the wall drinking something, while the others were in Christopher? Led by Farrard, they sat in twos and threes on a pile of wooden boxes. The chests, which looked like they had once been used for weapons and armor, were now just randomly stacked under the city walls. Seeing Diego come out, Masrae triumphantly raised the flask in his hand at him.

"Hey, man, you should really try this, authentic Lordaan rum, I'm afraid only one else in the whole of Azer is now able to make it. A dwarven blacksmith had just given it to me, and he was such a good man. He shouted with some drunken eyes.

"My lord, are there any new arrangements? Where do we go next? "Christopher? Farrar walked over and asked with concern.

"Yes, but what we need to do now is to find a place to settle down first, everyone is tired." Diego said, but fortunately, Bervar had arranged a place for them to stay so they wouldn't have to stay at the Demon Buster Inn, which was already overcrowded due to the arrival of the Stormwind army, and ordinary people couldn't even live in its firewood room.

They went around in circles and settled in a makeshift barracks west of the city, a place that had nothing to do with comfort, but which was more satisfying than the cramped cabins that kept rocking. And when the hot meal is eaten, people can't help but cheer. These Lordaeron-style meals are quite delicious even for Diego.

For the next half week, Diego's preparations for departure were very smooth, and the quartermasters were very enthusiastic about Diego, who had orders signed by Bolval and Gianna, and almost responded to his needs. Diego then unceremoniously armed every soldier of the guard to the teeth.

On a dreary morning, as is the weather in this hellish place, the vanguard passed through the gates and bridges of Theramore and into the muddy swamp.

They followed the avenue that had been carved out of the swamp, and what they said was a road made of the trunks and branches of fir trees in the mud, which was hard in some places, but already sunk in the mud in other places. Men and horses walked on it fairly smoothly, but pulling a heavy wagon was a bit difficult, and the narrow wheels often got stuck in mud puddles, making it difficult to walk. Diego's Kodomon has a place to show its skills at this time. The soles of its feet are thick and thick, and it rarely gets stuck in the mud, and it is easy to drag out the trapped baggage cart for its infinite strength.

On both sides of the road is a sparse jungle, and the trees here are not emerald green, but a sickly yellow-green, and the branches and leaves of the trees hang weakly, as if they will wither at any moment. The yellow bushes and grasses also always emit a foul smell that makes people dizzy. Masrae had to hand everyone a seed of ice cap grass in their mouths to make the big guy barely hold on.

On both sides of the road, at intervals, you can see the stone watchtowers of Seramo and the soldiers stationed there. But by the next day, the towers were starting to dwindle. By the third day, when they had finally left the confines of the city of Theramore and had gone into the decaying swampy forest, they would no longer see such towers.

Ever since they entered the swamp, the terrain had been steadily declining. Then they came to a wide, low depression, which was muddy and slippery, and the ground was soft, making it more difficult to advance. Everyone realized that they had moved away from the coast, into the mud without any roads, and closer and closer to the wettest and impassable parts of the Dust Swamp. (To be continued.) )