The night faded and the sun slowly rose into the sky. Because the Cauldron of Plague was completely destroyed, the haze that shrouded the entire sky began to dissipate like rootless water, and for the first time since the beginning of the Scourge War, the Western Plague Lands, which had been shrouded in dim yellow, were completely bathed in sunlight. As far as the eye can see, the farms, forests, lakes and even the distant island of Keldaron are vividly visible under the blue clear sky, and this feeling of clouds and fog dissipating is pleasant and refreshing.

The warm sunlight shone on people, making people drowsy, especially the adventurers who hadn't slept long at all last night, staggering and staggering on the backs of their mounts. They were set out much earlier than Tirio's main army, and they needed to infiltrate Madenhold Castle first, and take Tyran? Furding got out of the prison, and whether or not to attack the fortress was a question for Tirio to ponder.

"So, you suddenly have an extra brother?" Among the few people, the only Night Elf who still had the spirit to hear Diego tell him about the ins and outs of this matter suddenly exclaimed in shock.

The others, who had been dozing off, suddenly became refreshed, and they all looked at Diego with gossip, wanting to know more from him.

"Hey, guys, what's that look in your eyes?" Diego said with some embarrassment, "Based on all the evidence, Tirio? Fording maybe, I mean it could be my father, it's not funny! ”

To his surprise, his companions did not mean to laugh at him.

"That's a good thing, man, and congratulations on getting your family back. For us Minotaurs, the support of our loved ones is more important than anything else, we live together, we fight together, they are the source of our spiritual strength. Dezko said as old as a minotaur elder. For the Minotaur tribe, shamans were not just spellcasters, healers, and warriors, they also represented tradition, relying on wisdom and inspiration from the spirits of the ancestors to lead the people.

The others nodded in agreement. This made Diego's heart feel a lot easier.

"You say, what does it feel like to have a brother?" He asked, a little apprehensively.

"It's not bad, for as long as I can remember, I've always liked to fart with my brother. He always leaves me the sweetest fruit when he finds good fruit in the forest, and he helps me out when I am bullied by other children. Masrae was the first to reply, saying that he had a happy childhood, and that the Night Elves had an extremely long childhood, which meant that their siblings were also spending more time with each other.

"I don't know what it's like to have an older brother, but I know how to be a good older brother," said the orc, the eldest son in the family, and two younger brothers below, "if these little monkeys have itchy skin, you can beat him hard, and a few more times they will be honest." ”

The minotaur Dezko also had no brother, so he didn't say anything, quietly playing the role of a loyal listener. Minotaur women are not known for being prolific, and there are quite a few only sons like him in the tribe.

"As we all know, most dwarves can live for two or three hundred years, so there is sometimes a difference of many years between dwarf brothers, and it is not uncommon for me to be dozens of years apart, for me, my parents who are busy with state affairs take care of me very little, most of my skills are taught by my brothers, they are like a serious teacher, which makes me sincerely respect and fear." Brian? Copperbeard recalled the merciless whipping of his brother Muradin during his swordsmanship training, and couldn't help but shudder. Along with the thoughts of his loved ones, he remembered the snow of his hometown of Danmoro and the thunderous ale of Karanos, which made his heart to return home even more urgent.

The topic aroused everyone's interest, and they began to talk enthusiastically, and the long journey seemed to become less difficult in this lively atmosphere.

Although the distance from the secret camp of Silver Dawn to the mouth of the Hearthh Valley was not far, the steep mountains that were difficult to climb blocked their path mercilessly, and the group had to go south out of the mountain woodland, then along the road to the west, and then north to the direction of the Hearthvale, making a big circle. The route sometimes passes through dense forests, and they occasionally see the eyes of glittering beasts in the dark jungle, mostly gray wolves, but sometimes a few brown bears. Strangely, these aggressive, berserk creatures are now much more tame, and when they see these outsiders, they only look up twice, and then continue to search for something on the ground.

"What are they looking for?" Blood Spear asked curiously.

"They're looking for herbs that can cure them." Masrae replied. It is not surprising that in Azeroth, some animals seek out cures because in nature they are often threatened by injuries and diseases, and out of their survival instinct, they will seek out some special plants to treat themselves, and from generation to generation, the curative effects of these herbs are firmly engraved in their bloodline memory, and passed down with the continuation of their race.

Now, when the sun shines back on the land, these vercantile brown bears and wolves suffering from the plague finally have a respite, and they are eagerly searching the woods for herbs to cure themselves, to ease their pain.

Diego suddenly remembered that there was a plant that was unique to the Plaguelands that seemed to be used to make purification potions. He pondered for a while, and finally the name of the Plague Lands reminded him.

"Masrae, I remember that there seems to be a combination of herb called Plague Flower and Ice Cap Grass here, which seems to make a purification potion!" Diego said vaguely that he had not studied herbology or alchemy, but only had some impressions of this miraculous potion that was curative of diseases, curses, and toxins.

"What?!" The Night Elf, who was looking into the distance, almost jumped up from the back of the Kodomon, his eyes shining at the hunter, his eyes full of anticipation, "Diego, can this purification potion cure the plague?" ”

In fact, it wasn't just Masrae, everyone else kept their mouths shut, their eyes staring at him with straight eyes. You must know that the reason why the plague is terrifying is that it is strongly contagious and incurable, and if this purification potion can cure the plague, it will be an out-and-out good thing for all living people, and it is even worthy of being recorded in history.

"Can't!" Diego thought for a moment and said disappointingly. He knew that even a few years later, when the Horde and Alliance expeditions to Northrend in the north, the plague would still be incurable. The most famous example is the plague-infected paladin Bradenbrad, neither the emerald acorn, which contains the power of natural restoration, nor the breath of Alexstrasza, the red dragon queen who wields the magic of life, can cure the plague in his body, and even the power of the Holy Light of Naruadar only ensures that he will not become a member of the Scourge after death.

Masrae sighed in disappointment, since the outbreak of the Scourge Plague, the Grand Druid Malfurion? The wild berries specially cultivated by Fury Wind can only prevent plagues, not cure them.

"Hey, man, don't be discouraged, even if it doesn't cure the plague, I'm sure this purification potion will be useful," Dezko reassured as he looked at Diego, "at least it can cure other ailments, right?" ”

Diego nodded hurriedly.

"Do you know what that plague flower looks like?" Masrae asked disdainfully, he had never heard Diego say that he knew herbalism, and now he suddenly spat out the formula, and he was deeply skeptical of the efficacy of the formula.

"I don't know, but how many flowers are still blooming in the plague land now?"

This sentence is very reasonable, and even Dezko agrees with it, and now the grass is withered and the trees are withered in the western plague land, and they have walked all morning, and they have not seen even a trace of greenery. If there is a living plant that is still blooming, it must be this plant.

On the rest of the way, they began to pay special attention to the grass on the side of the road, and after a few hours, Dezko found the target behind a withered pine tree, and the Minotaurs' talent for herbology helped him greatly.

It was a humble grass with long, yellow, shriveled oval leaves that made it easy to think it had withered, and if it weren't for the starfish-like purple flowers at the top of the slender stems that attracted the attention of the minotaurs, adventurers would probably have passed by.

"Isn't this sad moss?" Masrae leaned over and suddenly interjected, "The apothecaries of Darnassus often use it in combination with mouseweed to make cat glaze potions. ”

"Sad moss? Is this what elves are called? How can I not see any resemblance to mosses? The minotaur asked curiously.

"Maybe it was originally called Sorrow Moss, and it was called Plague Flower after the Plaguelands mutated." Diego speculated from the sidelines. He didn't know how he could bring up this stubble on a whim, it was such a waste of time.

"Alright, guys, let's dig it out and study it on the way, we have more important things to do." He looked up at the sky and said with some irritation.