The next morning, as the morning sun shone across the Western Wilderness, the Asnar family crest of less than two months had been flying at the top of the tower of the Lord's Castle at the foot of the mountain. Its owner is going out again.

Several vassals sent them off, and under Vanessa's teary eyes, Diego led the Whip of the Storm and set out on another journey with his elven friends.

For a long time, Stormwind City has never forbidden the nobles of the kingdom to travel far away, but it is absolutely not allowed to lead an army to cross the border into other people's territory, but in order to ensure the personal safety of the nobles, the Bodyguard is not prohibited. However, there are also corresponding restrictions on the number of guards of nobles at all levels, and an earl like Diego, two hundred, is already the limit of the allowable size. However, there is no limit to the number of retinues, and sometimes, in order to ensure safety, some nobles who have too many enemies will take advantage of this and use soldiers to pretend to be retinues. But it's not a big deal, as long as it's not too out of line, Stormwind City turns a blind eye to this situation most of the time.

It's only the middle of May, and the rainy season in the western wilderness hasn't yet arrived, and the flat, hard road is a brisk walk, but it's a little dusty. The rumbling horse team stirred up the floating earth in the sky, and when it came to camp in the evening, everyone's faces were always covered with a thick layer of dust.

The journey lasted for half a month, and they followed the avenue east, across the Dark River, and into the Twilight Forest.

It was as if they had suddenly entered a completely different world, one moment they were a vast wasteland where the sun was shining and the grass was growing, and the next they were stepping into the dark and deep twilight forest. The sky here is always shrouded in a hazy haze of lilac due to the infiltration and contamination of the magical energy leaking from the Tower of Karazhan further east, and although you can see a wind lamp for lighting on both sides of the road every short distance, everything here seems to be dark and oppressive, and it makes people breathless.

"I wonder how the people here survived." Christopher Falar, the new commander of the Storm Whip, complained unhappily that it wasn't his first time here, but no matter how many times he came, he felt like he couldn't adapt to the environment. He raised his head and shouted to the front, "Guys, cheer up, first squad, let the sentinel out for another five miles." ”

"Perhaps over time, the vast amount of magical energy contained in Karazan will gradually dissipate, and at that time, the forest will return to its original form." Masrae optimistically speculated that he had been involved in healing lands contaminated by the Burning Legion on several occasions, but with little success, and that time was the best spell to heal those terrible wounds.

Diego shook his head slightly, he wasn't as optimistic as the Night Elves.

Before opening the Dark Gate, the last Guardian, Medivan, had conducted countless experiments with spatial teleportation in the Mage Tower to determine the best way to construct the Dark Gate. These experiments at any cost have torn apart the space here again and again, tearing the space here to pieces.

Due to the frequent experimentation of Medivan, before these space-time rifts could be healed by the power of space, the broken space fragments were forcibly stirred together, and later, even the laws of time were distorted here. Like fragments of stone statues that have been broken and glued together with glue, they can never be restored to their original form.

Here, space is distorted and shattered, the flow of time is disordered, light and shadow, life and death, order and chaos, and the power of various elements, the energy turbulence from various planes collides, fuses, and annihilates here, and it is difficult for ordinary people to survive here, and even many powerful adventurers have fallen into the sand here. Because it's possible that all you want to cast is an illumination spell, but before that small flame can leave your palm, it has already expanded into a huge fireball with a radius of tens of meters; It is also possible that when you want to condense the holy shield to ward off the surging demons, you find that the dazzling barrier of holy light is no stronger than the window paper that can be broken with a single stab.

In short, this is a chaotic land full of distortions and distortions, and if there is no powerful force like the Creation Titan that can change the world, relying on the self-healing power of space alone, I am afraid that it will have to wait for tens of thousands of years.

They walked a few more days east along the main road and came to Raven Ridge.

This is the domain of Diego's old acquaintance, Baron Steven Rainier, and although he desperately wants to feel the cursed land sooner, passing through the door is almost a humiliation to a nobleman who considers himself your friend. Here they turned north and hurried towards the baron's domain.

After recovering the territory, it was clear that Rainier had put a lot of effort into repairing it, and the rough and narrow road had been widened enough to accommodate two four-wheeled carriages in parallel.

The once dilapidated and abandoned villages on both sides of the road have been repaired and looked clean and intact, and some of the more daring farmers have moved in, and although they are not full, they still make the village full of life, and the occasional naughty children can be seen playing in the streets.

It was evident that the baron had managed this place well, for the people here did not look like they were yellow-skinned, but on the contrary, their ruddy faces were full of smiles, and in the streets not far away, there were bursts of joyful country slang.

When the heavily armed soldiers entered the village, several elderly village elders came up to meet them, and Diego noticed behind them a young man running towards the big house on the hillside.

"We are from the Moonstream Territory, Lord Count Aznar is going to visit Baron Rainier, where is he?" Farrar went up and asked loudly.

The village elders were visibly relieved. One of the leaders pointed to the big house on the hill.

"It's the Baron's residence, but he's not at home, he's probably gone to Nighttown, where his future father-in-law is Duke Elo Eberlock." The old man was very smart, and in two or three sentences, he pointed out the backer behind Rainier, and faintly warned these outsiders not to make trouble here.

"When did he leave?" Diego asked, jumping off Kodomon's back.

"It's been two days, and he left at noon the day before yesterday, and when he left, he was fully armed and with his guards." The old man confessed that in his opinion, this was a nobleman greater than his own lord, and it was best not to annoy him.

"My lord, are we staying here today?" Farrar asked. Although the sky of the twilight forest was always dark, the dim sun could still be seen through the mist, and the pale disc had slanted to the west, about to fall.

"We ......," Diego muttered hesitantly. At that moment, he saw a butler riding a horse and running down from the side of the house.