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In the spacious military tent, Monsoon gently rubbed his hungover-like temples with one hand and got up from the bed.

"Your Majesty Monsoon, you've finally woken up!"

A slightly agitated voice rang out from another bunk not far from the monsoon. At this moment, Prince Anduin was greeting Monsoon and trying to get up from his bed.

"Anduin? Here it is......"

Monsoon, who had just woken up and was still a little drowsy, couldn't figure out where he was, but it was definitely a good thing for Monsoon to see Anduin here.

There is no need to go into detail about the severity of Anduin's injuries before, to be able to survive that injury and survive until now, to be honest, this prince really has rare good luck, and there are too many unexpected factors that can kill people in his previous experience.

Ordinary people have no way to speculate and avoid it, maybe only Anduin, an existence under the protection of the goddess of fate, can survive!

Maybe it's your own possession?

At this moment, Monsoon looked at Anduin, and this thought couldn't help but pop up in his mind.

"Your Majesty Monsoon, this is the Alliance camp in Alwyn Forest." Anduin took a deep breath and replied with some inexplicable sadness.

"We're back? That's great! Ji Feng laughed.

"yes!" Anduin placed a hand lightly on his wound, except for "General Lingyun, me, and you, the original Alliance soldiers who came to my rescue were all killed. ”

Anduin grieved for the fallen soldiers, and Anduin Urion was undoubtedly a more merciful royal than his father.

Looking at Anduin, Monsoon comforted softly with the mentality of a person who had come over:

"You know, for the first time when I was your age, I picked up arms and started fighting."

"At that time, the situation of the panda people was so bad that they were almost on the verge of extinction, and we needed to be ready to start a flight-like migration." Monsoon recalled the days when he first crossed over, and his tone couldn't help but become low, "Yes, I was just a lowly slave!" ”

Attracted by the story told by the monsoon, Anduin, who temporarily recovered from his self-blame mentality, almost subconsciously looked towards the monsoon.

"At that time, I was just a slave of the Mogu clan, and I had nothing but a tattered linen robe." Monsoon's tone was thick with self-deprecation and imperceptible sadness. "At that time, Liluo and I were mining for the Mogu tribe in Panlongji, and then she and I fled to the north of the Kunlai Heights, and we tried to return to the village."

"That time, the warrior of the Mogu Clan, Mountain Derror, came from thousands of miles to hunt me down and my sister Liluo Shadowwind, and on the Shadow Mountain, I defeated Mountain Terror and was freed! From that day on, I learned one thing, never give up, just move forward. ”

Listening to the story of the monsoon, Anduin's face was full of shock, and the young Prince Anduin really couldn't connect the powerful and calm gaze in front of him with the lowly slave in the story.

"No matter how weak an existence is, as long as he is given enough opportunities, he will definitely be able to take advantage of the situation, remember, never give up hope, never be discouraged, just move forward!"

Raising his head, Monsoon said in a loud voice.

"Even though a lot of people have died around us, we have to accept that.

You must learn to endure before you charge at your enemies and don't let yourself indulge in senseless pain. When you feel guilty about self-blame, the best thing to do is to hone yourself until you say goodbye to the weak novels of the past, and then get back up from where you fall. ”

There was a moment of silence in the room, and Anduin was immersed in the story, thinking about what Monsoon had said, and already realizing something.

"A wonderful consolation," a familiar voice sounded in the ears of Monsoon as he walked out of the ward, "It looks like you're pretty good at comforting people, brother." ”

Turning around, Monsoon looked at Conn who came to the outside of the big tent at some point behind him, and slowly smiled.

"Conn, we finally met."

A narrow escape made Monsoon cherish his family even more, in fact, during this period of escape, he thought of Merridell, Liluo, and Conn the most, and now that he saw his brother, his excitement was indescribable.

"Brother!"

Conn also hugged Monsoon.

Now that the wound on Monsoon's arm had not fully healed, Conn's hand touched Monsoon's wound, which immediately made him grin in pain, and the pain almost made him a little dizzy.

"Brother, are you okay?" Seeing Monsoon's pained face, Conn's eyes were full of worry, "I don't think you should get up, lie down quickly!" ”

"No!"

Shaking his head slightly, Monsoon took a deep breath: "I have something to ask you, how is the battle between the tribe and the alliance now?" ”

"Brother, in fact, I came to you to talk about this matter......" Looking at Monsoon, Conne's eyes were full of anxiety and worry: "Now the situation is worse than we imagined, the tribe's military strength is increasing, and it is estimated that the number of orcs stationed in the West Spring Fortress is as high as 50,000. ”

Hearing this terrible news, even Monsoon, who has always thought he was calm, couldn't help but be stunned.

"An army of 50,000 orcs?"

Narrowing his eyes slightly, the gloomy face of the monsoon inadvertently spread a terrifying coercion, and asked sharply without the slightest hesitation.

"Yes, maybe it's more than that, and it's still increasing." Conn's face was ugly, and he replied in a low tone, "The orcs are coming from Draenor all the time, and there is even news that Garrosh is preparing to bring all the orcs from the world of Draenor to Azeroth. ”

Conne's tone was solemn and urgent, and at this moment, Monsoon's face was also gloomy, but he was still calmer than Conn.

Monsoon made a gesture of calmness, and said thoughtfully, "Now the top priority is to attack the Westspring Fortress as soon as possible, when does King Varian plan to send an army to attack the city?" ”

Both the Iron Tribe and the Alliance are constantly preparing for war, but the Iron Tribe's armament expansion rate far exceeds that of the Alliance, and Monsoon believes that Varian knows very well that the longer it drags on, the worse it will be for the Alliance.

"Brother, the former chief of the tribe, Chief Sal, came to the garrison not long ago, and according to King Varian's wishes, after the leaders of the alliance and the tribe gathered, they began to discuss the attack on the fortress of Xiquan, which is probably the next few days." Conn replied.

In fact, during the time when Monsoon was in a coma, the alliance had a big operation, but Monsoon never knew about it.

This time, Sal and Woking will also come to the Union garrison.