Diego was lucky, Wendsol was lucky, everyone was lucky. The fierce battle was finally over, but not a single member of the gang died, although everyone was scarred.

Diego's wound on his body was the most horrifying, but it was nothing more than a flesh wound. Masrae and Guan Haifa were more frostbitten, and as for Van Gore, he was transformed into a sheep twice in one day, and he was more mentally devastated, but it seems that the gnolls don't care too much about this, they don't have much to say about self-esteem or anything. The most severely injured was Windsor, who suffered near-fatal burns and was very troublesome to deal with, but he managed to save his life because of Masrae's deposit.

Three days later, the group carried Windthor on the arduous trek back to where they had previously encamped. They were surprised to find that the Kodo beast and the horse were still there, and the wolves had not harmed them. Wild Kodomons use their unrivalled size and strength to fight, and they can easily trample offending foes into meat sauce. The domesticated Kodomon apparently retained this wildness and skill, protecting itself while protecting their horses.

But here, the group had to rest for a few days, because even with Masrae's treatment, Wendthor's burns took time to recover, and this kind of magic damage was not like ordinary burns, and it was very difficult to treat. However, some herbs found by Fan Golei in the wild helped a lot, and these partial medicines, which were completely not stored in the knowledge of herbalism, had surprisingly good efficacy, and they had only been applied for half a day. It was a miracle that Wendthall's wound, which had been dripping with yellow water, began to converge and scab over.

But to their baffle, even Morgans is dead. However, the former leader of the gnolls, Van Gore, had no intention of returning to his own tribe, and decided to go with them to the human world.

"For the freedom and future of the gnolls." Van Goray said solemnly, he looked at the west, his eyes flashed with hope and longing, "Now it's not like before, the living space of the jackals in the Red Ridge Mountain is getting narrower and narrower, and traditions and customs will only shackle our thoughts and behaviors. I'm going to go into the human world and find a way out for the gnolls. “

This gnoll man with dreams awe-inspires and warps everyone. Is this still the lazy and stupid gnoll in the human impression? Truth be told, if all the gnolls know how to think like the one in front of them, it won't be long before this creature can reproduce at its rate. It may only take a generation. The relationship between humans and gnolls is about to come to an end.

It only took about a week for Windsor to recuperate, and in reality, he was still a long way from fully recovering, but the marshal couldn't wait to rush to Stormwind, and it was almost torture for him to just do it.

So when he could barely get dressed, Wendthor immediately asked to leave. Although he can't wear armor yet, he has no problem traveling on horseback.

It was early in the morning. After breakfast, the group packed up their things. Ready to continue on your road. They extinguished the fire, covered up the traces of camping, and then returned to the main road and continued westward.

And so they went, and when the sun set over the western mountains and shadows covered the earth, they did not go far to take care of Wendsol's injuries. But even then, they were close to the triangular junction, a three-way road from the Elwyn Forest to the west and the Nighttown to the south.

A short distance to the south is the Dark River, and even here you can hear the sound of the surging waves of the river, as if it never stops. Originating in the mountains of the southern Red Ridge Mountains, this large river cascades down from the mountains and valleys, converging three tributaries from Stone Tablet Lake, Spiegel Lake, and Thunder Falls, and then passing through the Elwyn Forest, the Western Wilderness, the Twilight Forest, and the Valley of Thorns, and finally joining the Reef Sea to the west at the Cape of Thorn Valley.

A mist drifted through the mountains, and a faint eastern glow shone in the night on the endless hills. Windsol felt much better, and he increased his horse's speed to keep up with everyone. At his strong request, the group traveled for three hours in a row, with only a brief break in between.

It's late at night, and it's getting very dark. Many clear stars appeared in the sky, but Lady Bai did not appear until very late. Diego rode the Kodomon at the head of the group, they didn't dare to talk to each other casually, they all listened carefully to the sound of a qiē on the side of the road, looking like a flock of frightened birds. It took a long time for Masrae to break his silence.

"Nothing but the wind," Masrae affirmed. He got up from his saddle and looked into the distance, but even with his eyesight, it was difficult to see what was ahead, "unless my ears are made of wood, I don't think there should be any enemies nearby, and there is no ambush waiting for us ahead." Perhaps, we can still embark on a peaceful road. ”

Diego didn't speak. He looked at the dark jungle around him, and he felt as if he had heard something. At other times, he wondered if he was suspicious, for he could hear the voice even when the two were talking, but when he turned his head sharply, he could see nothing.

"How?" Seeing him like this, Masrae asked.

"I don't know," Diego replied, "I thought I heard footsteps, but I'm not sure if it was our own." I've heard this sound a lot since we left Lakeside. ”

"I'm guessing you're hallucinating," Masrae said mockingly, reining in the reins and looking around, "I can only hear the trees talking and the wind blowing the treetops." ”

Diego was noncommittal, but he was still vigilant, because he didn't want to go through another ambush if he was prepared, it would be a test of nerves and heart, and if he did it a few more times, he might have to collapse.

The spurs of the Red Ridge Mountains grew low here, and they carefully crossed a gentle pass and left the Red Ridge Mountain area.

At night, the cool breeze blows into the mountain pass and welcomes them cheerfully. In front of them was the gray outline of a huge forest, and they could hear the endless rustle of leaves in the sea of trees.

"Elwyn Forest!" Masrae shouted happily, "Elwyn Forest! We finally came to this forest, and it's a great place. (To be continued......)