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Bain?

Bloodhoof agreed.

Diego was lucky that they were still sane, probably because of the conflicting bloodthirsty power of the mind with the gentle nature of the Minotaur.

However, the situation they face now is very different from the situation when the orcs drank the demon's blood, they are polluted by evil energy more like the corrosive magic of the warlock, from the outside in, while the demon's blood pollutes the orcs from the inside out, and when the orcs voluntarily drink the berserk blood of Manolos, they completely surrender their fate to the demons and become slaves of the Burning Legion.

It was more like a blood pact, or a curse.

Diego turned his hopeful gaze to Dezko, the holy light in his body had been almost depleted in the previous battle, and he was completely unable to resist the erosion of this curse at the moment, but even if he had enough energy, he was afraid that he could only protect himself from corrosion, and could not do anything to lift the curse of others, because the cleansing techniques of the paladins were better for detoxification and disease, but he remembered that there was a shamanic spell called Soul Purification that could do this.

"Doesn't a shaman purify curses?"

"I'm afraid I can't do it,"

The Minotaur Captain said with some annoyance, and he patted the row of totem poles around his waist vigorously, "I haven't learned this spell. ”

"Well, luckily we seem to have something else to hope for,"

Diego turned his head, the Night Elves, "I remember that the druid's purifying corrosion seemed to lift the curse. ”

"Yes?"

Masrae said with a blank expression, he took out a spell book with a green cover (1) from his bag and flipped it over, "I looked for Diego and glanced at the half-foot-thick spell book helplessly, and turned my gaze to Bane: "Do any other druids know this spell?" "If there's anyone who can lift the curse on us, then I think it's Genya? Rune Totem is none other than that, she is the best at healing in Bloodhoof Village. Dezko said preemptively. What, she's there too? Diego said unexpectedly. Of course! Dezko said disapprerovingly, "She joined the group when we passed through Bloodhoof Village, in fact. She also fought in the Battle of the Forward Outpost and was just as good as I was. Looking at Dezco, Diego couldn't help but feel a pang of consternation. He flicked his green arm weakly a few times and walked towards the minotaurs not far away. But after only a few steps, he stopped again and turned back to Dezko. "Genya? Rune Totem," the Minotaur Captain looked at him with a look of disbelief in amusement. "Always with us." "Honestly, man." Diego took another step, "I really didn't tell her. ”…… When you find Genia among the few gray minotaurs? Rune Totem, Diego finally knew why he didn't recognize her. The minotaur girl wore a hooded cloak made of palm silk and wrapped her entire body inside. The shoulders of the cloak were also braided with a few wild vines with green leaves—the druids always had a way of keeping these leaves alive—and from the back, it was just a slightly shorter minotaur boy. "Hey, Gennia, do you know how to cleanse the curse?" Dezko asked directly. "Of course, actually, before you come here. I'm also preparing this spell. She held up her hand and showed them the leaves and seeds of a bunch of plants in her hand, and Diego recognized only a few of them, as if there were wild pine leaf scorching grass seeds and wild thorn vines. You just said she could, right? Dezko turned his head and winked triumphantly at Diego, like he could do the spell himself. Diego felt his heart "snap" and fall back into his stomach. They only waited a short time. Genia was ready. For a healing druid, purifying the corrosion is not a difficult spell. With a pale green glow, Diego felt as if he had been washed by warm water, his green arms recovering their original colors, and the evil energy gradually left his body under the expulsion of the soft force of nature. He felt like he was almost inside and out. He looked back. Nia is concentrating on healing the others. He took a few steps outside into the wide area, where the surviving orcs were gathering in a somewhat dazed and bewildered manner. There were only about twenty of them left, and the officers and warlocks who led the team were all dead. After an exhausting battle, these people have completely lost the battle**, and some have even lost their souls. Perhaps because they are constantly exposed to the radiation of evil energy, these orcs are no longer so sensitive to the stimulation of evil energy. This evil dust is not as effective for them as it is for others. The rumor that the Blade Clan and the demons are secretly colluding is not just a rumor. After resting for a while, and recovering some of their bodies, the orcs departed gloomily, not even the bodies of their companions. The minotaur didn't do anything about it, but chose to let the orcs go. For them, the road to Orgrimmar was clear, and it was worth shedding more blood for it. With a death stare in his arms, Diego found a fairly smooth stone and sat down, enjoying the rare peace after the war. However, the Night Elves soon found themselves. "Who were you fighting just now?" Masrae smirked, as if he had done something great, with a 'come and compliment me' expression. He took out a piece of torn parchment from his bag and handed it over, the corners of the paper were stained with brown blood, "From that orc warlock." "Wow, that's exciting." Diego said cooperatively, unfolding the parchment and reading it. But after a few minutes, his expression became solemn. This letter is from someone named Nierru? The Orc of the Fireblade wrote to the orc warlock named Yegosh - the one who was killed by Masrae, who had a high position in the Fireblade clan - in the letter, this is called Nirru? The Fireblade guy asked Yegosh to hold back reinforcements that might come from Razor Ridge anyway, in order to ensure that their plan was carried out in Shunlì of Orgrimmar. "Hell, I think we're in big trouble." Diego whispered, walking towards Bane, who was giving Genia a hand? Bloodhoof handed him the letterhead, "You deserve it, we're running out of time." After a few minutes, Bane's face was worse than Diego's, and the clouds were so overcast that he could almost drip water. We've got to get ready to go! However, at this moment, their group of eagles flew towards this side, in the battle with the demon just now, they were completely unable to get close to this huge pillar of fire, the heat caused by the evil flames would burn them to roast chickens at the first time they approached, but this also reduced their casualties in disguise. Diego raised her death stare slightly, and the Harpy led by her paused visibly, the musket that had impressed her in the previous battle. "Hey, Minotaur!" She's headed for Bane? Bloodhoof shouted, who was preparing to arrange for someone to pack up, "I think we need to have a good talk." "I don't think there's anything to talk about between us, just wait for Sal's revenge," Bane said without raising his head, his attitude was very tough, this was bought with steel and blood, it was the right of the winner, "the moment you make a breach of the agreement, you should be prepared to pay the price!" "No, there is still room for things to turn around, and we are willing to make reparations, as long as Thrall allows us to continue to live in this river valley, after all, this is where our time lives." The Harpy said hurriedly. In this battle, the Dustwind Clan's Harpys were reduced by at least one-third, and most of the rest were wounded, unable to resist Thrall's next angry revenge, and they paid a terrible price for their hasty decision. "It can't be! Thrall would not allow a group of treacherous men to continue to occupy the Dry Valley, which would be tantamount to handing Orgrimmar's southern gate into the hands of the untrustworthy. Bane said angrily that he didn't want to talk to the harpy anymore, because in this land, the decision to forgive them or not should belong to Thrall himself, and he didn't want to overstep his bounds. Behind him, Diego gently pushed the bolt, making a crunching click. He didn't speak, but anyone could hear the warning of the action. The Harpy Leader's face changed drastically, and he flapped his wings and retreated at least forty or fifty meters, although this distance was no different from not retreating for the range of the Death Gaze, but at least it expressed that he was harmless to humans and animals, wasn't it? "Wait, please trust our sincerity!" The Harpy hurriedly shouted, lest Diego fire if he shouted slowly, "We can tell you all about the plans of the Fireblade Clan!" "Shhhh We already know that! Bane shook the parchment in his hand and said disdainfully. That being said, he quietly shook his hand behind his back and motioned for Diego to lower his gun. "You'd better be brief, we're in a hurry." He said. …… Note (1): The Night Elf druid's spellbooks are said to be made of the fallen leaves cut of the World Tree Teldashir, believing that the paper itself contains abundant natural magic, which can help the druids better remember and understand the spells written on it. (To be continued.) )