Chapter 460: The Wall of Soladin

On the third day after the end of the Battle of Dhangalok, Diego and his party left the dwarven fortress and set out on a journey to the Arathi Highlands.

Brian Copperbeard had to stay behind to clean up the mess at Dangalok, where the defenders had suffered heavy casualties and someone had to take charge of the situation, and it had been proven that Captain Darren Iron Mountain was too real to do something practical, but it was a bit too much for him to make a big decision.

They walked north, then turned east along the avenue that ran through the hills of Hillsbrad, and at this fork in the road they saw the famous castle of Dunhold, the castle of Dunhold.

This castle was built after the Second Orc War as an orc war. Prisoner of war. Assemble. Middle. It also manages the camp, including several shelters in the surrounding area. It was also where the new tribe's Grand Chieftain, Thrall, grew up, where Thrall learned fighting techniques, learned tactics, and learned literature and art as a slave gladiator. To be honest, the new leader of the orcs was trained by humans, which has to be said to be a kind of irony.

However, as Thrall leads the orc prisoners of war to break free from their shackles and run to freedom, the castle is destroyed by the power of the earth summoned by Thrall, who has newly learned the ways of shamanism. Now all Diego and his party see is its ruins.

Over the years, the castle has not been rebuilt, but has fallen into decay along with the entire kingdom of Lordaeron. Waves of robbers, gnolls, ogres, and syndicates have all used this place as a lair, coming and going, coming and going, adding untold calamity and chaos to the hills of Hillsbrad like mudslides.

Filled with nostalgia for the once glorious kingdom of Lordaeron and sighing for the ruins in front of them, they turned to the east and walked along the main road.

The weather in the Hillsbrad Hills was always stormy and unpredictable, and at first it was fairly clear, but by the next afternoon the sky had become dark, and gloomy clouds had drifted from the sea to the south, carrying a thick vapour. It didn't take long for the clouds to get lower and lower, and finally it started to rain heavily. In the white rain, it was almost impossible to see clearly. They set up camp on a piece of high ground not far from the main road and began to camp.

However, since they had been resupplied once in Tangalok and had all the supplies they needed to camp in place, the night was not difficult, and for Diego and Masrae, the situation of having people to take care of them and keep watch at night was much more comfortable than the days when they were running around in the wilderness. But somehow, Diego suddenly felt a little nostalgic for those hard times, well, Masrae was right, he was starting to slap again. In the middle of the night, he couldn't help but put on his rain cloak again and patrol the camp, gaining a lot of reverent glances from the night guards.

But nothing else happened that night, except for the howls of wild beasts in the distant mountains. As soon as it was light, they set out on the road again. By this time, the rain had lightened, and although it was still foggy and the roads were muddy, it didn't affect the hurry, they just walked a little slower than usual.

However, the rain did not last long, and they walked in the rain for about an hour before the rain gradually stopped. The fog faded, and the outline of the earth became clear at the end of the view. Slowly, the sky became brighter and brighter, as if suddenly, the clouds cleared and the eastern sun poured down, as if a huge curtain had been opened, and the rain-washed world was re-presented to the travelers.

An endless and majestic wall suddenly jumped into people's field of vision, and before they knew it, they had walked so close to the wall that they were almost stepping into its shadows.

They had to raise their heads to see it in its entirety, and from their vantage point they could only see the part of the sky that was higher than the walls, as if it were half obscured by it.

To the left or right, the walls stretch along the terrain with no end in sight. Several large arches were built under the city walls, but the wooden gates were long gone, and only the openings remained. In some places, the walls have collapsed, and gaps have been opened in the long wall for people to pass through.

"This is the Wall of Soladin! Once the borders of the empire! Hefman muttered to himself as he looked at this great relic, which represented the glorious history of mankind, in a dazzled manner.

For humans, this wall is of unparalleled significance. Two thousand eight hundred years ago, the Arathi tribe unified the various human nomads and established the first human empire, the mighty Arathor Empire. At the height of the empire, in order to fight the troll threat from the northwest, they built a massive wall separating the Arathi Highlands from the Hillsbrad Hills, and named it the Soladin Wall after the king.

In the Arathi Highlands, surrounded by mountains from north to south, the wall of Soladin runs through the north and south like an impassable moat, defending the territory of the Arathas Empire from being violated. It wasn't until decades later, when the Troll Empire was defeated by humans and elves combined, and the Arathor Empire expanded beyond the Arathi Highlands, that the Imperial Barrier gradually lost its usefulness.

With awe and irrepressible excitement, they drew closer and closer to the wall, which greeted them like giants. Diego finally saw the massive wall for what it was. Built thousands of years ago, they have maintained their general appearance under the baptism of the sun, moon, wind and frost and the baptism of time.

Dyago admired the ruins of the entire wall, which was carved out of huge granite stones, covered with moss in many places, and in some places still had traces of knives and axes, and Diego admired the ruins of the heroic defenders who fought bloodily on the wall, and although a thousand years later, he still seemed to hear the shouts and songs of the warriors, as if these heroic spirits were still guarding the empire that had long since vanished.

He walked forward with great reverence, his fingers brushing over the cold rock, and his whole heart was immersed in those glorious years, and on the walls of this city, heroes wrote an epic that has been passed down for thousands of years with their blood and lives.

Quietly, the group walked through the thick and solemn city walls and stepped on the land of the former Arathi Empire.