Diego and Masrae followed behind Windsol, looking around the camp curiously.

Because it is close to the Red Ridge Mountain, the cost of transporting timber here is not high, so most of the buildings in the camp are made of wood. There were also a few fur tents, but most of them were set up by traders, and some goods were piled up on the side of the wagon.

The camp was small, probably only holding five or six hundred people, but the sparrows were small and had all the organs. There are blacksmiths, engineering workshops, tailor shops and tanning workshops, as well as a number of other workshops, which are completely self-sufficient. People are busy here, and everyone seems to be industrious and fulfilled.

At the foot of the innermost hill of the camp, there was a human-style stone tower, but the building had been smashed down at the moment, and the fallen masonry had almost submerged the entire base of the tower.

Returning to the place, Windsor looked a little emotional, greeting some of them from time to time, and most of them responded in a friendly manner. The atmosphere looks very harmonious. But somehow, Diego always felt that something was wrong there, as if those people didn't think of Windsol as one of the people here, and their attitude was very polite, but a little distant. You know, before the marshal was captured, he was the supreme commander here.

They stopped in front of the largest house in the camp. The old dwarf stepped forward and unceremoniously pushed the door open.

"Morgan, see who I brought here? I'm sure you'll drop your jaw! Auralius shouted at the top of his voice. Diego dared to guarantee that every word the dwarf said would be heard everywhere in the camp.

Sitting at a table in the room was a dark-haired human woman. She was slender and wore brass-colored chain mail, looking heroic. On the weapon rack behind her rests a halberd, the blade of which is painted in gold and blue in Stormwind.

She was a little surprised when the group walked into the room, but when she saw Windsor, her face welled up with ecstasy, but after a few seconds, the joy was cleverly disguised. She stood up from the table and greeted the crowd.

"Your Excellency, are you back?" She said respectfully but coldly, but even Masrae could hear the joy in her trembling voice.

"I escaped from the abyss of the black stone, died nine lives, fled here, and you did this to me?" Wendthor looked angry. But Diego noticed that his tone towards Ms. Morgan was not at all like a colleague talking about official business, but like a complaint between lovers.

On the way here, Wendthor told them the story of the Morgan lady. Her family had always been the hereditary lords of the Burning Plains, and even, in the earliest days, it was part of the Red Ridge Mountains, not by its current name.

But now it seems that he apparently concealed part of it, at least the story between him and this girl, he did not say.

"I thought, Reggie, we need to talk about it alone." Ms. Morgan looked a little sad, and she even had tears in her eyes.

Reginald didn't know if he could, but he turned his head and looked at Diego apologetically. The latter understood at once, and with a playful salute, he led Masrae out of the tent.

Only Auralius was still stunned, and it was clear that he didn't understand what he was supposed to do.

Diego and Masrae stopped about twenty meters from the house. A few minutes later, a shiny orb tumbled out of the room. Then, the door slammed shut.

"Morgan, you can't do this to me, I made the love between you and Reggie back then." The old dwarf got up from the ground and slammed it on the door. But there was no movement in the room, and he turned around a little dejectedly, and saw the two young men staring at him dumbfounded, unable to say a word.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a spoon that was discarded just after eating? The old dwarf muttered unhappily, patted the dust off his body, and walked sullenly to the blacksmith's shop.

Diego and Masrae looked at each other, not knowing what to put on their faces. Some of them stayed there crying and laughing, looking around boredly.

The camp is so small that you can see from one end to the other at a glance. However, in a clearing on the west side of the camp near the mountain wall, a huge bird's nest caught their eye.

In the nest lay several huge monsters, griffins. They have the body of a male lion, but at the same time have the head and front claws of a giant eagle, their wings are golden, and each one has a wingspan of more than four meters.

These giant creatures can carry a heavily armed dwarf lightly, but the weight of a human wearing the same equipment is close to their limit. During the Second World War, the griffon-riding Hammer Dwarves were the most powerful air force on the Alliance side, contributing greatly to the victory of the war.

While Diego was certain that he had never ridden one of these flying mounts since the crossing, from the first glance he knew how to properly ride and ride a griffin (even if it was an unsaddled one), and that he could ride the standard dwarven and non-dwarven manners. He knew how to turn in the air, how to hover in the air, and of course, most importantly, how to make an emergency landing. It was as if this knowledge had been stored in his body and was now only activated.

"Have you ever ridden this?" Diego asked. He thought maybe they might get a chance to ride these griffons to Stormwind, that would be too cool.

"No," Masrae said shyly, but he added at once, "but I've ridden the Hippogriff on the Black Seashore, and I don't think there's any difference between them." ”

Diego smiled, intending to educate the Night Elf about riding and analyze the differences, but at that moment, he heard a quarrel in the house. Even at this distance, he could hear it clearly, and he turned his head to see the wooden door of the house slammed open, and the figure of Ms. Morgan appeared in the door of the tent, and she pointed excitedly at the camp, pointing at the people who were busy in the camp.

"Look at this camp, look at them, Reggie! What was Stormwind doing when the Morgan family's territory was on fire? What is Stormwind doing as we try to drive the Black Iron Dwarves and reclaim our homeland? While my father was begging for help, what was Stormwind doing? She asked a barrage of questions, her face full of anger and condemnation, and she looked like an enraged lioness.

Wendthor was a little speechless. He had also heard about the cold reception that Morgan's father had received in Stormwind, which happened before the orc invasion, and the situation was complicated, involving a power struggle in Stormwind, and even that it coincided with the princes of Stormwind competing for the throne. But so many years have passed, time has passed, and no one can figure out the specific situation at that time.

"We relied on our own strength to organize the Morgan Militia to survive and grow in this land, but now, you are running to call my soldiers to fight for power in Stormwind?" Ms. Morgan asked mockingly, leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest, and looking at Wendthor with a sneer.

Diego knew that he was going to be bad as soon as he saw this action, because psychologically, this posture generally represents two different meanings, the first is that such a posture appears during the conversation with people, and the expression xiàn out of a defense, which is a subconscious defense against damage, a posture of defense against attack. The second is resistance, which often occurs when there is a dispute and does not want to accept the attitude, viewpoint, and opinion of the other party. But in that sense, whatever Wendthor was planning to do today, it was probably enough to choke.

"I ......" Wendthor squirmed his lips, not knowing what to say. What Stormwind did back then was indeed inauthentic, which also led him to be passive now, he couldn't justifiably ask the Morgan family to fulfill their vassal obligations, because Stormwind had turned a deaf ear to the Burning Plains for many years, and from the moment they no longer protected this land, they automatically lost the right to recruit every soldier here.

"Reggie, I'm different from you." It may be that the roar just now has poured out the anger in her heart, and Ms. Morgan's tone became gentle, "You have a big heart, and your eyes are the future of the entire Stormwind City and the future of the Alliance, and even the life and death of the entire human race, but for me, reclaiming the Burning Plains is my family mission, the center of my world, and even the meaning of my existence." ”

She took a few steps forward and stood on the edge of the platform in front of the house, looking north.

"You know what, Reggie? I've been watching the Black Iron Dwarves for a long time, I've been planning, I'm expecting, I'm always hoping for a chance to banish them and take back my homeland.

They can occupy the Black Rock Mountain, although I curse them from the bottom of my heart that the mountain will erupt again and completely destroy them! But now, all I want is this part of what is now known as the Burning Plains, the part of the Red Ridge Mountains that belonged to my family, but has been destroyed by their Flame Ruler.

Reggie, I want the world to know what power lies in my territory. I will build a kingdom of peace and justice on the death and deceit they left behind. My watch is over, and now I'm going to fight to get back what is rightfully mine.

For this, I will not hesitate to sacrifice my life. But I'm not going to go to Stormwind with you, Reggie! Because that's not my fight! I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere! ”

Morgan's words are categorical and unquestionable. This desolate and barren land has a sacred place in her heart, and her family, who has been obsessed with reclaiming their homeland for hundreds of years, has finally seen a glimmer of hope, how can it be delayed because of the mess in Stormwind City?

Diego looked at her admirably from a distance, but this lady and Windsol were the same kind of people, and perhaps this was why they were attracted to each other. Both of them are fighting for their ideals and beliefs, and they never stop. However, the tragedy is that these two people who love each other quarrel with each other because of differences in goals, and it seems that this difference is still irreconcilable, and it will eventually lead to their breakup.

Wendsol stood gloomily. He stood beside Morgan, silent for a long time. They just looked motionless at the north, at the volcano that was still spewing black smoke, and it looked like two statues.

Diego really wanted to jump out and tell them that a lot of things were done by that countess, and that the mastermind behind the Black Stone Orcs had her share, and the effect was similar to that of beating the Black Iron Dwarf first or the Countess first.

The question is, who believes it?! Diego was depressed, some things were completely unspeakable, he couldn't say "I crossed over, I know everything". If he really said that, I am afraid that he would immediately be sent to the North County Monastery as a madman, and he would be mentally whipped for half a month before he was sober.

He didn't know if he should go up and persuade him, but he didn't know how to persuade him, to be honest, he really didn't know how to deal with the relationship between men and women. He was so full of rambling thoughts, and when he came back to his senses, he was surprised to find that Wendthor was saying goodbye to Miss Morgan.

"Well, I've got to leave, Morgan, I'm glad you could talk to me, it makes me feel better." Windsor said in a hoarse voice. Instead of stopping by Diego and Masrae, he made a beeline for the Kodomon outside the gate. Diego and Masrae hurriedly followed him.

Just as they were re-mounting, several of the soldiers in the camp rushed over with supplies such as water bags, salt, and dry rations, and loaded them on the backs of the Kodomon.

Windsor turned around and saw that Ms. Morgan was looking blankly at her behest.

"Give them two good horses, the best!" Morgan glanced at the crowded back of the Kodomon and whispered, her voice equally hoarse and crying. She finally realized that Wendthor was in danger of coming here, and that this separation might be goodbye forever.

They didn't turn down the lady's kindness - the Night Elves had a hard time getting used to riding with people of the same sex, and the Marshal was more accustomed to riding this kind of standard mount, after all, he had been riding for decades.

The donkey was left here by them, and the rammer, who had made a lot of contributions, was finally more relaxed, and no longer had to trek through mountains and rivers to suffer with them.

"Hey, Reggie, why are you leaving again? I've got the best Thunder spirits in the table, and I'm going to have a blast with you! In the midst of the chaos, the old dwarf Auralius appeared at the door of the blacksmith shop with a barrel under his arm, and shouted with some dissatisfaction.

"Next time, old Ola, I'll have a chance, but I can't drink you, you have to give me three first." Windsol shouted a little sadly, beckoned, then turned on his horse and walked down the hill.

"You're always busy, but I'm always there." Auralius muttered in disgust, tossing the barrel aside and walking towards the blacksmith's shop, "Little John, make a fire, fill the charcoal, blow the wind, the old dwarf can't wait to throw off his arms and hammer something!" ”