cpa300_4(); They returned along the mountains, where most of their roads had been washed away by mudslides caused by storms, and they often had to travel miles to cross deep ravines.

Along the way, there were many large trees uprooted by the storm. Freshly soaked in water, the road was littered with mud and silt, and the ponds and puddles were puddled with swollen beast carcasses and occasional puffing sounds. The gnats that once plagued them had died in the storm, but Diego believes it won't be long before they repopulate in these filthy ponds, perhaps even more than they used to.

The swamp was desolate, and at a glance, it was rare to see any living creatures, but they could always find some live prey, among which the velociraptors were the most, and occasionally there were some wind snakes and darktooth spiders, and sometimes, they could catch some sea fish trapped in puddles, mostly stone-scale cod and silverhead salmon, but on one occasion, Masrae actually caught a blackmouth fish, which was very satisfying.

They made a long journey north, finally returning to the village of Fern Wall after two weeks. Coincidentally, the team led by Masrae had just arrived at this time, and was replenishing supplies and preparing to continue south.

Far from the dragon's nest to the south, the village of Fern Wall was not too affected - except for an unlucky ogre who was knocked unconscious by a mud-shelled turtle that fell from the sky, they had nothing to lose. In fact, no one was more unlucky - the mud-shelled turtle was now lying in their food warehouse.

To entertain the returning dragon-slaying heroes, Lord Mogmulok gratefully brought out all his treasured wines - he had even put the Stonehammer Clan's return plans on the agenda - and held a grand feast. Not surprisingly, Diego's return was delayed by three full days because of the banquet.

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Christopher? Farrar left the village of the Fern Wall in a sullen mood, as his lord didn't go on his way with him, and he didn't take any of the guards with him, except for his Night Elf friend and the big cat.

He didn't know who was to blame, for early in the morning, the lord had packed his belongings with them, mounted the Kodomon, and prepared to set out on his way home. But just before departure. Dezko, the Minotaur, pulled Diego aside and whispered.

"Pubar? His Highness Cloudhoof would very much like to meet with you again to thank you for saving your life. The minotaur said with a smile. Dezko? The Morning Chaser is also a member of the Cloudhoof Clan, and it is the more core kind. Before leaving Thunder Bluff, he was told by the Minotaur Princess to keep an eye out for Diego and see if he had also come to the Dust Swamp.

Although Diego had planned to return to Theramore and then to Stormwind to receive the reward—though he wasn't sure what he would get, an earl was indispensable—but when Dezko made such an invitation, he couldn't help but hesitate. You know, it's a great opportunity. Because in the vast tribal continent of Kalimdor, it is difficult to walk ten miles safely without the guidance of the locals - when they see a lone human, the murderous orcs are more likely to pounce on them and cut them than to ask for their intentions, not to mention the boars and centaur bandits everywhere, who will never let go of a single copper plate that passes through their land.

Diego took a few minutes to think about where he was going, and then he made a decision - to Mogaure, to Thunder Bluff, to the city that the Minotaur had founded.

All the time, whether it is the construction of the territory. Or to add an official to the knighthood, in fact, it is not what Diego wants most. In the depths of his heart, he could not let go of that longing, yes, to travel all of Azeroth. Like a child, he is full of curiosity and love for this land, eager to feel it with his own eyes and ears, to explore this incomparable, imaginative, and intoxicating magical world. Perhaps, in the bones. He wasn't the kind of person who could spend his life in one place, and Azeroth was giving him the new world, the new life, the new scenery he wanted.

Before saying goodbye to Falar, though. Diego wrote a letter to the Duke of Beval, apologizing to him and explaining his whereabouts, and asking him to take care of his territory, believing that the faithful elder would be happy to help him. In fact, after getting on the right track, the Moon Creek Collar can already operate on its own. It's not a big deal if he's not there.

The Minotaur team was on their way home the day after the human army left, and the orcs would have left even later, for most of them had a hangover when they set out, let alone come home from camp.

They traveled west along the main road, and the terrain also rose. It was almost noon when they finally came to the mountain pass that led to the barren land.

It took them more than an hour to cross the pass. Originally, Diego felt a little uneasy because he left without permission, but when he saw the dense jungle gradually thinning out and the endless ochre-yellow wasteland appeared in front of him, Diego was suddenly deeply attracted by this vast and primitive scene.

As the name suggests, the Barren Land is an arid, barren wasteland populated mostly drought-tolerant hairy grasses scattered sparsely interspersed with solitary or clustered acacia and neem trees. Although desolate, the barren land never looks desolate or decaying, as it is teeming with wildlife, from hares and groundhogs to gazelles, zebras and giraffes, to lions and wild Kodomon, and Diego even sees a colony of electric horned lizards. This beast, which is larger than Kodomon, can shoot lightning bolts from a single horn at the tip of its nose, and is very ferocious. They had to stop and watch the electric horned lizards swagger across the middle of the road, and even the bravest minotaurs held their breath at that moment and did not dare to make any sound, lest they annoy the irascible big guys.

As an important transportation hub on the continent of Kalimdor, the Barren Land connects the Ash Valley and Durotar in the north, the Thousand Needles Stone Forest and Firas in the south, Mogaure in the west, and the Dust and Muddy Swamp in the east. In fact, in the center of the barren land, there is also a small town called Crossroads.

There are no big cities in this inhospitable region, except for a neutral goblin port, Ratchet City, which is embedded on its east coast.

This vast land is inhabited by more than a dozen intelligent races, from the tribe's orcs, trolls, minotaurs, and forsaken, to the Alliance's dwarves, gnomes, night elves, and humans, as well as neutral goblins, centaurs, boars, and harpies. There are allies in harmony among these races, but there are also feuds, and in fact, except for goblins who can do business with all races, such as centaurs, boars, and harpies, are almost natural bandits, and even a vulture flying over their territory has to go up and collect a few handfuls of hair.

However, although the barren land is not a well-ordered area, no one dares to come up and brush the tiger's whiskers along the way, because the earth-shattering footsteps of more than 30 Kodo beasts alone are enough to avoid the ghosts.

It looked like it hadn't rained for a long time, and the hairy grass that had grown wildly to more than half a man's height in the rainy season had now become low and yellow, and there was no way to hide people in the grass, and they boldly followed the road that ran through the barren land all the way north, and the road was dusty and powerful.

Riding on a horse in this vast wasteland—oh no, it's a Kodomon—Diego felt like he had never been so free as he was now, it was the freedom to forget his troubles, without any restraints, and at that moment, Diego no longer thought about his territory, no longer thought about his aristocratic identity, as if his mind had stopped thinking, and there was nothing in it, only the magnificent scenery in front of him.

In his ears, the Minotaurs sang a low tune full of gratitude, a song in praise of Mother Earth, a wasteland that provided a lifespan for the Minotaurs who had lived here for generations, on whom their ancestors, their history, and their future depended.

They went on like this until night fell and the moon rose into the sky, and then they stopped and camped in a small col. After dinner, listening to the howls of the beasts in the wasteland, and looking at the bright starry sky overhead, Diego gradually fell asleep. Since coming to the Kalimdor continent, he has never slept so soundly as he did today.

He knew that when he opened his eyes again tomorrow, he would be greeted by a new adventure. (To be continued.) )