The next morning, Masrae ran out into the jungle to look for it. He soon found the corpse of Zangir, whose skull had been shattered, and although it was somewhat mutilated by the beasts, it was generally quite unpleasant - the beasts did not like the sour, astringent, and woody taste of troll meat, and lost interest after a few bites. As for the trolls, they have never been in the habit of collecting the corpses of their companions, except when they are very hungry.

Masrae returned to the ruins in awe of the hunter, and to be honest, the human surprised him every time he thought he knew the guy well.

Diego was in a daze, wondering where he was going.

Seeing him like this, Masrae didn't say much. He silently began to pack his luggage, but there were only a few pieces of luggage, except for a blanket and a sleeping bag, and only a copper flat basin for eating.

By the time he had packed up, Diego hadn't figured out where to go. He didn't want to go back to Raven Ridge or Mooncreek right now, because those two places always reminded him of the dead Sophie—the thought of the priest girl made him feel tighter in his chest and he couldn't breathe. And he didn't like the hustle and bustle of Stormwind City very much, that kind of place was not suitable for a country lord like him at all. He's been in Azeroth for too short, and while he's no stranger to the world, he's not yet had time to make enough friends.

Thankfully, he still has a loyal friend by his side.

"If you really don't want to go back, then we might as well go to the Treasure Bay to the south, I heard that the city of goblins is still very interesting." Masrae said from the side. He didn't know what was going on with Diego now, because at the age of the Night Elves, he wasn't yet an adult, and he didn't know what these feelings were all about. He just wanted to make Diego happy, and the goblin city to the south of Azeroth, the famous Grotto of Pins, was clearly suited for the task.

"Okay." Diego agreed. As long as he doesn't go back, it doesn't matter where he goes.

Packing up, the two men left the ruins of Abolaz and headed south.

Instead of returning to the dense virgin jungle, they traveled along the Crystal Coast – the name of this stretch of coast. In fact, the water is crystal clearer than crystal – which makes their journey much more enjoyable because it's flat and not at all as rugged as in the jungle.

And. It's not always deserted, and sometimes they can even see the sails of a ship sailing across the sea in the distance. But the water here is shallow, so few ships are willing to risk running aground to get closer.

To their left is the vast sea, while to the right is the rolling mountain forest. Pure blue and fresh green rush into your eyes together, which is refreshing. Hiking along the long coast and breathing in the gentle sea breeze, Diego's melancholy mood gradually became cheerful, and the smile gradually returned to his face.

They walked along the coast for about half a month, and when the mountains on the right began to grow low, a wide gorge appeared in the west. In fact, the canyon is not accurate, it is a plain sandwiched between two mountain ranges, and the trees here are very sparse. It doesn't look like it's off the beaten track. Diego even saw a path to the west in the grass, which was very flat and seemed to be often passed by.

But just as he was about to turn west and leave the coast, Masrae grabbed his arm.

"Hey, look, what did I find?" The Night Elves strode happily towards the beach, looking like children who had discovered beautiful shells. Diego noticed that there was something half-buried, glistening in the sun.

It was a black glass bottle. Masrae pulled it out of the sand with ease. He shook it in his ear, but he didn't hear anything.

"It could be an empty bottle." Masrae said with some disappointment.

He snapped his fingers with a wave of his right hand, turning his index finger into a sharp claw, intending to pry the bottle open. But at this moment. They heard a shout in the distance.

"Hand over that thing!"

They followed the sound and saw four or five humans with scimitars jumping out of the grass in the distance, running towards them. The leader was a strong man with a swarthy face. He was ordinary-looking, with short brown hair, and wore a white shirt and red trousers, which were common among sailors, but most of the buttons of the shirt were not buttoned. Revealing a chest covered with black hair.

"I said, anything found on the Crystal Shores belongs to the Bloodsail Pirates, does anyone have an opinion?" The strong man walked over and asked with a swagger.

"Give it to him, Masrae." Diego whispered that he didn't want to get into trouble with an empty bottle, it wasn't worth it.

Masrae threw the bottle over with some resentment.

The pirate leader grabbed the bottle and shook it in his ear as well. He was a little disappointed by the results, and it was clear that an empty bottle would not satisfy him.

He glanced at the two adventurers. The two of them, especially Diego, were well-equipped and made his eyes hot. Although the Bloodsail pirates have always made a living by robbing merchant ships at sea, and occasionally attacking ports, they don't mind making a fortune when they come ashore.

"I suspect you guys just picked it up from the beach, hand it over." He waved the scimitar in his hand and said greedily. Behind him, several pirate minions came forward with bad intentions.

"Alright, Masrae, I'll leave it to you." Diego said helplessly. Beside him, the Night Elf immediately transformed into a giant bear form, and he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Be light, there's no need to kill people." Diego added, looking at the bear's huge sharp claws.

The ensuing battle was completely one-sided, and these pirate sailors may have been good at sailing, but in hand-to-hand combat, they were completely scumbags, and before they even ran out of a minute, a few minions were all lying down.

The pirate leader was frightened, dropped his cutlass and turned to run south to the beach, where a small sampan was moored at the water's edge. But Diego pulled his pistol out of his holster and fired a shot into the air.

"Keep running, man, I'm sure you'll outrun my bullets."

The pirate stopped and walked back obediently.

"Now, I'm yours." He said with a sad face.

"Masrae, look out for them. These people are still very useful, at least they can be exchanged for a few bounties. Diego said nonchalantly. The Bloodsail Pirates' looting of merchant ships passing to and from Treasure Bay has always been a headache for the latter, so much so that the rich man Rivigaz, the actual controller of Treasure Bay, had to pay large sums of money to reward members of the Bloodsail Pirates, ranging from the Duke of Farreville to the ordinary sailors below.

The group left the shore and headed for Booty Bay. Masrae drove the group of pirates in front, and Diego studied the picked up bottle in the back—he had vaguely guessed what it contained. In fact, it's not the first time he's opened the bottle.

Diego carefully used his bayonet to remove the cork that was holding the mouth of the bottle - in this world of magic and gods, it is impossible to be too careful.

But there was not a single devil in the bottle, nor a lamp god jumping out, there was only a note in it, and the words on it were quite beautiful. The note reads:

To anyone who can help me:

Please, Mr. or Ms. who found this bottle. I desperately need help. A giant beast imprisoned me on an island.

I've never seen the stars here at night before, and the island is full of dense jungle, but on a clear day I can see the northwest coast and a few large ships sailing southwest.

Please, please help me. (To be continued.) )