Back at the Thorium Tower, Diego and Masrae were clearly not as obscure as they had been, and on almost every occasion they were the center of attention.

"I heard that it was this human hunter and his companions who killed those Twilight cultists, he is amazing, he can fight a dozen ...... a dozen" The Black Iron Dwarves always like to whisper like this. Although I don't know how this human did it, it doesn't prevent them from using their imagination and making up the process in their brains.

"I knew he was going to solve all the problems, just like he did to save us all in the Melting Pot," echoed the former slaves who had been taken in, recounting how the human had led them all the way from the Melting Pot to this place, "I told you, we were ...... at the time"

"I heard that the latest new dishes in the tavern are all taught by this human......"

The entire tower celebrated the victory with several days of drinking parties, and after the food crisis had been resolved, the Black Iron Dwarves had reverted to their revelry traditions. As the chief hero of this great victory, almost everyone wants to have a relationship with this great hero, whether it is the Black Iron Dwarf or the Copperbeard Dwarf, the way they express their enthusiasm is through drinking. So after a few drunken episodes, the human hunters became convinced of these dwarven drunkards and were insensitive to such activities.

When Diego arrives at the tavern a few days later in the evening, looking for something to fill his stomach, he finally sees the Night Elves, uh, and his pet. The big cat has obviously gained a lot of weight during this time, and its original thin cheek pouch has become bulging, which is very happy.

"Hey, buddy, your 'buddy' is here!" The Night Elf shouted mockingly in a corner, he seemed quite unhappy that he had been ignored, but it was rare that the Night Elf was not drunk today, and was still awake.

"You know what's going on, Masrae!" Diego walked over and sat across from him, saying impatiently. He was not used to this kind of treatment of being watched everywhere, which reminded him of the giant panda of the Celestial Empire, a rare creature that could do nothing but eat and die.

"Take it easy, Diego, just kidding." Masrae said with a smile. He waved his hand at the hostess, motioning for another glass of black iron beer.

"We've got to leave, Diego." He said to Diego with a stern expression, an expression rarely seen on his face, "We've lost too much time here. ”

"Where?" Diego was a little surprised, to be honest, he had always thought that the Night Elf didn't care about staying there, as long as he had alcohol.

"...... south," Masrae said, muttering for a moment and looking around as if afraid to be heard.

"Isn't that what we've been planning all along?" Diego interrupted, he also felt that it was time to leave, and to be honest, the biggest goal of the Lether Silver Watchtower had been accomplished, and it was behind his back.

"No, I'm talking about Blackstone Mountain."

"Yes, through Blackstone Mountain, to the Burning Plains, and then to Red Ridge Mountain......" Diego vaguely realized where the Night Elf was going, but he didn't want to think about it, and continued to play dumb.

"Diego!" Masrae raised his voice sharply, and he paused his glass on the table, "I'm talking about going to Blackstone Mountain!" It's not the damn Burning Plains, it's not Red Ridge Mountain, we're not going anywhere except Blackstone Mountain! ”

Diego was taken aback, he had never seen the Night Elves look so hysterical. He turned to the side to avoid the spill from the glass.

"Where are we going and what are we doing? That's not a good place. Diego asked cautiously, trying not to anger the bear child.

"We've got to save someone." Masrae's expression was calm and he said lightly, as if to say, 'I've had too much beer, I'm going to go to the bathroom.' But Diego's heart was stirring, he knew who Masrae was talking about, and he couldn't think of any other answer than this man.

For almost all Alliance players before the Burning Expedition, the exhilarating mission to rescue Marshal Reginald Windsor was memorable and memorable.

The Marshal of the Alliance was a great legend, having joined Ser Anduin Lothar in raiding Karazhan and besieging the last Guardian, Medivan, in which he saw through the illusion of time that he would be killed by the Black Dragons in the future. Later, he survived the First and Second Orc Wars, and was the paladin Tulayan's favorite soldier, fighting valiantly and for his meritorious deeds, and with these exploits, he was promoted to the rank of Marshal of the Stormwind Kingdom.

After King Varian Wrynn's mysterious disappearance, he noticed a strange change in the nobles of Stormwind, who became more indulgent in pleasure and indifferent to the realms of Stormwind other than Stormwind. Therefore, those who are loyal to their duties have to take on the responsibility of protecting the people themselves: in the Western Wilderness, Grian Stallman formed the People's Army of the Western Wilderness; In the Twilight Forest, Duke Elo Eberlock has established his Night's Watch to guard the people of Nightshade alone.

When the Burning Plains in the north of Lakeside Town, the Blackstone Orcs were pressing closely, and there were even rumors of the appearance of a black dragon, Wendthor could no longer sit still, he thought of his fate, so he took the initiative to ask to go to the Burning Plains and lead the Alliance's troops against the threat of the Blackstone Orcs and the Black Dragon. However, the influential Countess Catlana Presto in the Council of Nobles was adamantly opposed to his Tiyì, and the Countess's influence even influenced the decision of the Regent, Duke Berval Vertagen, who, after completely tearing up his face with the Duchess, traveled alone to the Alliance camp in the Burning Plains (effectively banished by Stormwind) to preside over the battle against the Blackstone Orcs.

However, Stormwind has not sent any reinforcements to the Burning Plains since, and Marshal Windsor was captured by the Black Iron Dwarves in an attack. The marshal can only deduce the cause and effect of a qiē in the prison of the Black Stone Abyss alone. After connecting the causes and consequences of a qiē, he discovers that the biggest suspicion is that the Countess Catlana Presto, who mysteriously appeared in Stormwind on the eve of the king's disappearance. However, he has no evidence.

"We can't go, you know, it's self-defeating." Diego objected, knowing that if they did what the Night Elves said, what they would face would be a disaster.

"You should approve of me, just like you did when you were in the melting pot!" The Night Elf said expectantly, "Besides, you haven't heard me say who to save." ”

"I know who you're talking about," Diego said impatiently, the bear child's plan seemed child's play to him, and he wondered where the Night Elf had learned that Wendthor was being held in Darkforge, from the Thor Brotherhood?

"This time is different from the last time, we still have the possibility of success in the melting pot, but when we go to the Black Rock Abyss, I don't see any hope of success! That's the whole city, and the two of us are going to fight the Black Iron Dwarves of the whole city! ”

"But that's Elune's guidance!" Masrae Bearskin snarled under his breath, but luckily no one noticed, it was evening, and the bar was bustling, and in crowded places, it was necessary to talk face-to-face at the top of his voice. The Night Elf didn't care about that, though, and he had lost the last of his patience. Because this selfish human in front of him looks as stubborn as a stubborn stone. He hesitated, but finally ruffled the green hair from his forehead.

Diego appeared in front of him with two short horns about an inch long, some resembling newly-grown antlers, with small forks at their tips. They grow above the Night Elf's hairline, which is usually obscured by his long green hair, and is not noticeable.

"Oh my God......" The human hunter let out a **-like sigh, he reached out and tried to touch the horn, but he stopped again, as if he was afraid of desecrating it, "they really exist, I used to think it was just a legend." ”

"You should know what it is." The Night Elf said in a solemn tone that although he had this miracle, he had never deliberately displayed it in front of people. Now in order to convince his friends, he had to do it.

Diego Aznar certainly knew what it was - in the legend of the Night Elves, it was the blessing of the four-legged demigod Cenarius, a gift from the moon god Elune, and almost every Night Elf who possessed this gift was the darling of the moon god, including Malfurion Fury, Bloor Bearskin, and a number of other famous great druids, all of whom were gifted and powerful.

"Just last night, the moon god revealed me in the Emerald Dream that I must go, even if I am broken!" Masrae Bearskin said firmly and reverently, looking at his friend expectantly, "Diego, do you want to come with me?" ”

Diego's jaw slammed into the table in surprise. It is known that the moon goddess Elune never needs the worship of believers and does not answer the prayers of believers, she only appears when she thinks she needs to. I have to say, this Night Elf really has Elune's eye on - who was the last one she was so fond of? It's Tyrande: Style! High Priestess of the Night Elves, Chosen People of the Goddess Elune!

Diego knew he couldn't do it. I don't know why Elune is interested in Windsor's affairs, but when it comes to dragons, anything strange can happen. They are inherently demigod-like.

"I knew I was going to be killed by you sooner or later, Masrae," said the hunter with a wry smile, grabbing his M1 rifle from his desk and walking out the door, "Pray for us, may Eru bless us!" ”

"We need to hurry, hopefully it's still time." He looked back at the Night Elves, "What are you doing?" ”

……

Note: Many people may not know much about the first and second orc wars, so I will give you a review here.

It all started with the Burning Legion's invasion of Azeroth. Before Diego crossed over to Azeroth, the Burning Legion invaded Azeroth three times. These three invasions have brought great pain and disaster to Azeroth.

The first invasion was the War of the Ancients. The war took place 10,000 years ago. Hungry for the power of the Well of Eternity, Sargeras the Dark Titan and his Burning Legion tempted the Elven Queen Azhara and instructed her to open a large, swirling portal to the Well of Eternity. The druids, led by Malfurion and Cenarius, wanted to prevent the Burning Legion from entering this world, but the upper elves, who were tempted by demons, would never allow the druids to do so - the upper elves' over-reliance on magic made the upper elves inseparable from the Well of Eternity, and the Well of Eternity was the only way for the Burning Legion to enter, so the battle began in the Well of Eternity. Eventually, Malfurion blew up the Well of Eternity, stopping the invasion of the Burning Legion, and due to the explosion of the Well of Eternity, the entire Ancient Continent was split in two, giving rise to the current Kalimdor and the Eastern Kingdom. The most important thing about that war was that the explosion of the Well of Eternity spread the power of magic to all parts of the world, so that people could use magic all over the world, otherwise there would be no mage profession now. -- See "The War of Antiquity" and "The Partition of the World."

The second invasion was a war between orcs and humans. This time, the Burning Legion did not do it themselves, but borrowed a knife to kill and sent its own minions and minions - the Orcs of Draenor. This war is divided into two phases, the first human-beast war and the second human-beast war. Initially, the orcs were tempted by the Burning Legion to become pioneers and quality cannon fodder for the Burning Legion, while Medivan (the last Guardian of Azeroth) possessed by Sargeras opened the Dark Door, allowing the Orcs to travel from Draenor to Azeroth in a steady stream. During this period, the Human Alliance was severely damaged, and the southernmost of the Seven Kingdoms of the Alliance, the Kingdom of Stormwind also fell for a time (so Stormwind City will have an old town). This is the first stage, the first orc war. - See The Dark Gate and the Fall of Stormwind.

The second stage, the second orc war, broke out again not long after. The alliance began to unite under the organization of Sir Lothar, including the elves of Quel'Thalas, and the dwarves of Kazmodan. The horde has amassed a vast army of orcs, ogres, forest trolls from the Amani Empire, and even red dragons. At this time, a serious incident occurred - Gul'dan of the Orc Shadow Council, desperate to obtain the power of Sargeras, despite the dissuasion of the then Chief Orgrim, took half of the orc troops to the sea to find the tomb of Sargeras. In the end, due to his greed, he led to his own death and the heavy loss of the tribe. The final battle was fought at the Blackstone Tower, where Orgrim destroyed the hammer and killed Ser Anduin Lothar, but in the end, the alliance won the final victory under the command of Sir Lothar's lieutenant, Tulayan. - See Lordaeron Alliance

The third invasion is another invasion of the Burning Legion. During the first invasion, in order to prevent the Well of Eternity from disappearing, Illidan secretly poured a bottle of water from the Well of Eternity before it was blown up, and later poured the water on Mount Hyjal to become another Well of Eternity. Twentieth year after the opening of the Dark Gate, the mighty Eredar demon Akmund led the Burning Legion shirtless once again. In the battle known as Ragnarok, Akmund defeated a coalition of human forces led by Gianna, Orc tribes under Thrall's tie, and Night Elf sentinels to reach the World Tree. Eventually, Akmund was killed in a suicide bomber by a group of elves summoned by Malfurion using the horn of Cenarius. - See The Return of Akmund and the Journey of Kalimdor.