"Actually, sometimes, I can make a cameo as a thief." Just then, Diego heard the voice of the Night Elves echoing in the air beside him. He turned his head and saw a druid cheetah emerging in the air.

Masrae, who had returned to his human form, plucked a stick from his back, nearly a man's height - Diego had been curious to see where it had gone when he had taken bear form. The stick looks very ordinary, with the thickness of a wrist, and a triangular head at the head of the stick, which is a bit like the handle of the third generation sapper shovel. Diego could sense the power of the oak to be powerful.

"Moon Shadow Cane, a must-have for murder, arson, and sneak attack!" The Night Elf said that he looked a little proud, "This is what my teacher rewarded me with when I became an official druid, and it is said that it was made by cutting a branch from the dark side of the World Tree, Nodashir. ”

Diego had a little impression of this staff, he remembered that when it was in the camp of Furyfang, Masrae carried it on his back, maybe this staff was too inconspicuous, and the orcs actually didn't send it to Grimbaatar Fortress, and Masray found it again.

"How many can you bore?" Diego scoffed.

"No, I'm not talking about a stuffy stick!" Masrae said with some depression, "I'm talking about the whirlwind!" ”

It dawned on Diego that he knew about this druid spell. In battle, powerful druids can summon whirlwinds to restrain their enemies, immobilizing them for slaughter. However, Diego remembers that the spell did not spread among the druids until a few years later, during the Cataclysm era. This spell is not complicated, but it requires strong mana as support.

As a wild druid who excels in hand-to-hand combat rather than a balanced druid who excels in spellcasting, Masrae's mana is not strong enough for him to cast this spell.

"The magic power in this staff can enhance my mana and make me do it." The Night Elf said stubbornly.

Diego is eventually persuaded by the stubborn Night Elves, who agree to give them a try, but also asks them to stop if they notice something wrong. Isn't it just twelve orcs, although it is a little difficult, but it is not impossible to kill them all.

Masrae Bearskin spreads his hands and summons the wind in the air. Initially, only a portion of the wind elemental spirits answered his call, and a whirlpool the size of a small bowl began to appear on the ground, and the dust raised by the wind made it sand yellow. Diego suspected that it couldn't hold even a single orange. But more wind elemental spirits are starting to join in, and the Badlands are their territory, where it is easier to summon their help.

The whirlpool grew bigger and bigger, and Diego saw that it was already more than two people tall enough to be called a tornado. Some soybean-sized grains of sand were also swept in, but at the same time, there were grains of sand thrown out of the whirlpool. A few grains of sand hit Diego's face, causing a dull pain.

Under Masrae's control, the whirlwind slowly moved into the mountain path, but this whirlwind did not attract the attention of the orcs, to be honest, in the barren land, it is normal for the wind to blow, and if there is no wind here for a month, it is worth the strange thing. According to Diego's statement before the crossing, this place in the barren land often "does not blow for half a month, and blows for half a moon." ”

The wind grew stronger, and the orcs were in a bit of a commotion, and they finally realized that something was not quite right, not because of the strange wind, but because the wind, which was already thicker than a man, was moving slowly towards them.

But it was already a little late at this time, and the dust caused by the cyclone was overwhelming, and it was gray everywhere, which was a bit of the feeling of Diego when he crossed the former imperial capital to come to the sandstorm.

"It's time." Masrae nodded at Diego, he didn't speak, as he had to concentrate on controlling the spell. But the latter understood exactly what he meant. The hunter put his cloak over his head and crawled forward along the mountain wall.

Although his camouflage effect is not as good as Guan Haifa's stealth, and he can still see a hazy shadow, it is enough for the current environment.

In the middle of the mountain path, the orcs scattered and took refuge. But the trail was so narrow that the tornado had grown to a thickness of three meters, blocking almost half of the trail. The panicked orcs dodged in all directions, and one of them almost stepped on Diego's hand.

Eventually, an orc who couldn't dodge was swept in, and with him was the campfire, but the wind was so strong that the burning wood was extinguished before it could burn the orc. However, it was not the flames that caused serious damage to the orcs, but the firewood itself, and after a few rapid heavy crashes between the wooden sticks and the flesh~ body, the terrified orcs' screams quickly disappeared.

This made the Night Elf feel a little guilty, but he was nervously controlling the whirlwind at the moment so as not to involve the hunter and his pet who were passing through the chaotic orcs, and the guilt disappeared in his heart without holding out for a second.

The whirlwind is getting bigger and bigger, and the orcs in the whirlwind are swept higher and higher, and from the perspective of Masrae, I can see that he coincides with the white lady hanging high in the night sky, which is a bit like running to the moon.

Masrae struggled to hold on, and he felt like he was about to be drained. This spell, which only those powerful druids can cast, was too expensive for him. There was a moment when he thought he was about to run out of his way, but a natural energy full of life gushed out from inside the staff, not powerful, but mellow and gentle, enough for him to hold on for another three seconds.

Masrae bravely held on to the spell, and those three seconds were as long as three years for him at the moment, as he watched his friend and his pet pass through the panicked orcs and disappear into the distance.

He gasped violently and stopped the spell, casting a transfiguration spell with the last drop of mana in his body. Seconds later, a giant panther appeared on the mountain trail and disappeared into the night without a sound.

The whirlwind that had lost control finally dispersed, but the dust floating in the air did not immediately hit the ground, and the orcs coughed and echoed each other, and it seemed that they had suffered no accidental casualties, except for the orc who was rolled up, who was knocked unconscious by the firewood, and broke his leg when he landed.

They had no suspicion that this wind was too small for the people of the Badlands. A true orc warrior shouldn't make a fuss about such a trivial matter.

At the other end of the mountain trail, Diego crawled slowly on the ground, one hand tugging at his cloak to keep it from being swept away by the wind, though it was no longer necessary to use it - the orcs had been left behind them more than thirty meters, a distance that was safe enough in the dim darkness of the night. But out of an abundance of caution, he did not remove the cloak from his body.

That's when he felt like he'd hit something stuffy. He knew it was Guan Haifa, and the big cat was still stealth. Through the connection between the souls, he felt that Guan Haifa was a little nervous.

"Why don't you leave?" Curious, he lifted the corner of his cloak and looked ahead.

Diego saw that on a stake beside the mountain wall, a leash was tied, and on the other end of the leash was a gray wolf. And now, the beast was glancing waryly, its black nose twitching, sniffing around in the air.

The wolf looked at it suspiciously, but what it saw was clearly the exact opposite of what it smelled, there was nothing but air.

"How could there be such a thing?" Diego was on the verge of collapse, what a twist of gods.

What made him even more distracted was that the next moment, the wolf howled - this wolf was really an out-and-out man of action, and when it felt suspicious, it chose to notify its owner as soon as possible. At this moment, not only the twelve orc guards, but even the Cagas camp became in turmoil.

"What's going on?" He heard the Night Elf's voice whisper in his ear.

"Run, brother!" Diego didn't explain to Masrae, he jerked his hood off the ground and shouted.

With this wild shout, Diego, who suddenly appeared in the orc's sight, spread his feet and ran away. The wolf that pounced on him kicked him away and whimpered and tumbled to the ground. The human hunter who activated the cheetah guard was extremely fast, and the wind was galloping all the way, the smoke and dust were billowing and the wind was tight.

Behind him, the orc sentinels who were so stunned that they couldn't react for a long time.

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Note: It's hard for anyone unfamiliar with Azeroth to understand the complex relationships between factions, races, and sub-clans - the world is so big that these backstories alone could make a book. So I decided to sort out the story that happened in this land from the beginning of this world until Diego Aznar came to Azeroth (officially released by Blizzard) and put it in the work. You can take a look, it's not a boring background setting, but an interesting story, which is very attractive.

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