At dawn the next day, before the sun jumped above the horizon, the group set off. Thanks to the innkeeper, their supplies had already been prepared, tied to the saddle of each Kodo, and Grosske had been busy for most of the night.

"Kick them in the ass, those fireblade orcs deserve to be enslaved by demons for the rest of their lives!" At the checkout, the orc said angrily that in order to show his support for the Great Chief, he gave Dezko a hard discount and gave them a whole bag of fairy juice bitter wine so that they could drink it on the way.

They were accompanied by the orc merchant Harga? The caravan of Blood-Eyed, the one-eyed orc, was also keenly aware of the anomaly at Razor Ridge and set out on his way with them. As was customary, her cargo was intended to be sold at Razor Ridge.

"Although this batch of goods can be sold at a better price in Orgrimmar, the people along the way eat and feed the horses, and the cost of freight alone will be doubled, which is really a big loss." Riding on the back of the Kodomon, Bloody Eyes grumbled discontentedly as he moved his fingers and calculated.

"You can wait for a while in Razor Ridge, and it's not too late to sell the goods when the situation stabilizes." Dezko built a yì road on the side.

"Come on, man," the orc looked at him with a layman's eye, "Is there a merchant in the whole of Razor Ridge who is focused on business?" Even the goblins' shops have closed their doors, and who knows how long those fireblade orcs are going to make trouble? ”

"I don't think it's a big deal, except for handing out leaflets and shouting slogans, those guys from the Fire Blade Clan didn't do anything?" Dezko asked, puzzled.

"No, it's just appearances, who knows how many times they've been secretly rallying together? Are there any other plans? Peaceful, or violent? They couldn't have done this without conspiracy, and I'm sure we're just the tip of the iceberg. Diego explained that when people think of politics, most of the words that come to mind are dirty, ugly, dark, filthy, and so on. The methods of the orcs are not far behind those of humans, you know, the father of the Great Chief Thrall. Dulongtan, the patriarch of the Frostwolf Clan, died in an assassination.

"It couldn't be more correct." Bloodeye agreed, "If I stay at Razor Ridge, once there is a riot there, all my cargo will be lost." To know. During the Orc War, the Fireblade Clan was known for its ability to rob, and the six relatives did not recognize it, whether it was robbing humans or other orc clans. ”

Dezko's mouth was wide open, speechless.

……

The sun jumped out from beneath the distant horizon, bringing blinding sunlight and scorching heat to the unshaded land, but by this time, the group had stopped worrying about it, and they were walking in a narrow river valley.

Just like its name is meant to be. The Dry Valley is a valley left over from an ancient river that dried up. To be precise, it doesn't look like a river valley, it's more like a semi-enclosed road. The valley was so narrow that it barely fit two wagons alongside each other, and the banks on either side were steep and almost upright, and in many places long eaves-like rocks protruding from the top of the banks, obscuring most of the sky. Sunlight shines through the cracks in the rocks, bringing a little light to the place.

The gravel is hard to see on the riverbed, leaving only the smooth, flat hard rock that has been washed away. It's simply a natural path. However, there is not nothing here, and near the rock wall, you can occasionally see some broken carriages and discarded debris, on which the marks of knives and axes indicate that they were not abandoned by their owners.

"Be careful. There are often a few Harpy robbers here, and although they are not many in number, they are very troublesome. Bloodeye reminded.

"If they're smart enough, they shouldn't be mindful of all of us." Dezko said nonchalantly. His use of the word "they" shows that he was not ignorant of the creature, as almost all accounts do. There are no males among the Harpies.

"Should we send someone to climb up and take a look?" Diego asked in a low voice as he looked up at the cliffs on either side. Walking in this kind of alley-like river, Diego always felt a little frightened. He wasn't worried about someone attacking from above, as the protruding stone eaves would have shielded them from most of the attack, and because of the contrast between light and darkness, the attackers couldn't see anything from above.

He was worried that if someone blocked the two ends and caught the turtle in an urn, they would have to be wiped out, and in such a place that was not conducive to the spread of air circulation, once the enemy dropped any flammable material, and then set a fire, not to mention burning, just choking people could choke people to death.

But that fear dispelled when he saw a few passages leading to other places. It was a labyrinth of the erosion of the river's tributaries, dark and deep channels. With these forks in the road, the druids could use hurricane magic to disperse the smoke.

They didn't explore the labyrinth at all, but followed the main stream all the way north. As Dezko had said, the Harpies were so frightened by their numbers that they didn't see a single winged creature until they reached the middle of the valley.

Just when they thought that the rest of the journey would be smooth sailing, in the distance above the river valley, in a wide rock crevice, a harpy flapped its wings and slowly descended.

"Stop, Minotaur, this road is not going to work!" She shouted in an overbearing voice.

With a lithe, slender body and beautiful countenance, this strange creature looked like a near-naked Night Elf, with only a few pieces of cloth hidden between its chest and legs. But her arms and feet have been transformed into bird's claws, her scalp is a bunch of feathers, and her rump has long tail feathers trailing behind her hips.

On the arms of this harpy man are a pair of vulture-like wings. The wings flapped up and down, keeping her body more than a foot above the ground—their claw-like feet were no longer fit to stand on the ground.

Diego heard the sound of bird's wings flapping over the valley, and it was clear that the harpy had not come alone.

"We can pay a portion of the gold coins to pay for your territory." Dezko exclaimed, this is the usual practice of the caravans here in Tongguò, and they rarely fight these harpies unless necessary, because like all female creatures, these birdmen are fickle and very vindictive, almost revenge, and when they see blood, it is often a scene of the whole clan going out and dying. Of course, these paid gold coins are also calculated into the cost of freight.

"No, no one is allowed to pass Guò today!" The Harpy shouted categorically, sounding non-negotiable.

"It's not in order," Harga? Bloodeye drove her Kodomon mount and took two steps forward, to be honest, she had taken this trade route more than once, and was more familiar with the rules than anyone in the team, "We pay, and then pass guò, this rule was set by Thrall and your patriarch, it has been enforced for a long time, we must know why you are doing this today, and we will file a complaint with the Great Chief!" ”

"There's no reason for that, just appeal to your big chief." The Harpy smiled and refused, the smile on her face looking a little weird, as if mocking something.

"This is not normal," Bane said in a low voice to Diego, turning his head, "and her purpose seems to be only to stall for time and prevent us from going to Orgrimmar. ”

"I can guess why they did this, I can smell the conspiracy from a distance of hundreds of yards, it must be the Fireblade Clan." Diego whispered, slowly reaching for the musket in his saddle bag, "Quietly inform everyone and get ready for battle." (To be continued.) )