After deciding to go to the Stonetalon Mountains to find the Prophet, Gianna took out the map and calculated the route, the map she got from the goblins was not only expensive, but also only included the area explored by the goblins of the continent, and it was unknown how big the continent was.

According to the route mapped, the search for the Prophet will first reach the northern stronghold of Theramore, then follow the road west into the Stonetalon Mountains, and finally meet the Prophet in the cave.

After a stressful morning of preparations, in the afternoon, Claudia and Gianna, along with a portion of Theramore's elite, formed a search for the Prophet and set off for the Northern Stronghold, where Gianna ordered the expedition to join her in the Northern Stronghold.

Because it is not wise to call in a large army to go to an unknown area, the team to find the prophet is only eighty people, mainly composed of elites, most of the mage priests and some high-level warriors of Theramore are involved in this operation, and with sufficient horses, the team marches quickly, and basically walks out of the dust swamp in just three days, if nothing else, this team will arrive at the northern stronghold in two days, and will make peace with the elite scouts of Theramore and another part of the mages, At that time, the number of people will reach the scale of 100 people.

Once you're out of the Dust Swamp, you'll find what the goblins call the Barrens, and as soon as you step into the Barrens, the local creatures will attack the team.

A group of humanoids resembling upright boars attacked the team, spear in hand, and pounced fiercely, but before anyone else could do anything, the mages threw a fireball at them and fled.

In the heat and drought of the Barren Lands, the team arrived at the northern stronghold, a stronghold established by the sea, which the orcs had not occupied after the previous capture, and which had since been reclaimed by the army of Theramore, and many scouts had returned here, and they were all excellent hunters.

After a brief night's rest, and replenishment of food and water, the team headed north again, and as they were about to head west, they were attacked again.

A group of centaurs brandished battle axes and rushed towards the small group, much faster than the boar men, and soon rushed in front of the group and a fierce battle broke out.

These centaurs were so fierce that even if they were struck by a weapon, they would only increase their ferocity, but they had little armor on them, and the human warriors were well-armed, and there were many mages and hunters to help, so they quickly fell to the disadvantage.

In battle, Claudia did not use her long sword for melee combat, but used sacred spells to heal and protect the front-line warriors, one after another flashes of holy light, the wounds of teammates shrouded by spells quickly healed, or as if wearing a layer of divine armor to increase a lot of defensive capabilities, as long as they are not cut off limbs or fatal with a single blow, they can quickly recover their combat effectiveness.

Soon, with melee combat falling to the upper hand and a lot of magic falling from a distance, the centaurs finally left a corpse to evacuate, and none of Theramore's team were killed, Claudia and the other priests treated a few seriously wounded warriors, and the warriors looked at Claudia with recognition in their eyes, the girl had proven herself in battle to not be the kind of vase that had no mana but panicked as soon as she was in battle, and her spells healed and protected a large number of friendly troops.

"Thank you." Shirley walked up to Claudia, who was treating a warrior, and said that in the battle just now, Shirley was almost hit by a terrible throwing spear, and although her mage armor could resist, she would also be injured, but fortunately, Claudia's protective hand saved her.

"It's okay, it's what I'm supposed to do." Claudia laughed.

A few days later, following the route provided by the Prophet, the expedition party entered the Stonetalon Mountains marked on the map, and after defeating a few harpies, the team entered a cave, which was very deep and full of monsters, and after several hours of trekking, the group reached their destination, in front of a stone platform in a hall.

Suddenly there was a large number of voices from the other entrance to the hall, and many figures appeared, including orcs, trolls, and minotaurs, who immediately raised their weapons when they saw the humans appear, and the shamans began to enchant the warriors' weapons with simple elements.

"Alert!" Gianna's warrior leader, Gaylan Vimis, shouted.

Gianna, who has always been docile and has always hated the use of force, was also extremely angry at this moment, and ordered: "The tribe really has bad intentions, and they have chased us all the way here, ready to fight!" ”

Although the number of people in the alliance is far smaller than that of the tribes, there is nothing to fear from everyone, they are all elites, and in this kind of narrow cave, no matter how many people there are, it is of little use.

Claudia quickly pulled out of her arms and shattered the king's mark, blessing the allies with the blessing of the king's power, and the average paladin could also release the blessing to a team of about ten people, but with the assistance of the silver hand, she was already able to bless the scale of about fifty people at the same time, and other priests and paladins also began to bless magic and prepare for battle.

"Stop!" Just as the battle was about to break out, an old voice suddenly came: "You can't use force here. ”

The sound has a magical effect attached to it, and everyone--- whether Alliance or Horde, can understand it. And as the words fell, everyone present immediately lost the desire to fight, and their hearts were completely calm, and even the powerful heroes were powerless to resist.

Such a powerful force?

Everyone looked at an emaciated figure on the stone platform, an old man with a gray beard, wearing a gray cloak and holding a long yellow staff.

Gianna recognized the staff almost instantly, and said in disbelief, "Etiyès, you are the Guardian Medivan?!" ”

As Gianna called out the three words Medivan, the mages on the Alliance's side suddenly became in an uproar.

Claudia quietly whispered to Shirley beside her, "Who is Medivan?" ”

The elven girl's face was also horrified: "A demigod-level mage, and a powerful mage who is recognized as far superior to Master Antonidas, but most importantly, he should have died many years ago." ”

Demigod mage?

Claudia turned to look at the old man, who had no great power in him, and was so thin that from a distance, his robes wrapped around him as if they were oversized clothes hanging on a hanger that was too small.

Compared to the chaos of the Alliance, the tribe is much quieter, most of them don't understand human language, and those who can understand don't know what Medivan means.

The leader of the orcs in heavy armor stepped forward and said in a lingua franca: "This voice, you are not an oracle, you are the prophet who couldn't see his face clearly. ”

Ignoring the chaos on the Alliance's side, Medivan looked at the orc leader, "That's right, Thrall, son of Durontan, I'm the one who prompted you to come here. This is Gianna Prodymore, the leader of some of the survivors of Lordaeron. “

Survivor? Could it be that the mighty Lordaeron has been destroyed?

Sal asked suspiciously, "Lordaeron?" “

Medivan explained, "That's right, the Burning Legion has begun their invasion again. Lordaeron has fallen into their clutches, and they are preparing to invade Camlido. ”

He then said to Thrall and the Alliance, "Now, only if you join forces will it be possible to defeat the Burning Legion. ”

"Joint? And this bunch of savage orcs? Are you kidding! ”

"Medivan, are you going to collude with the orcs again?!"

"These orcs attacked our outpost just a few days ago!"

The protests of many people on the Alliance's side were almost instantly overwhelmed by Medivan, many of whom looked at Sal unkindly, while others looked at their leader Gianna, who was silent in the face of the inquiring gazes of his subordinates.

Claudia, like many young men, had not experienced the last war, nor was she as hostile to orcs as those who had lived through it, and she looked at the orcs on the other side, the scars and muscles of the orcs proving that they were formidable warriors.

Thrall didn't care about the unkind gaze from the Alliance's side, but said something in a low voice to the people behind him in orc language, and the orcs were also in an uproar, and many orcs had already raised their battle axes in protest.

"Enough!" Medivan roared, his voice was not loud, but he managed to silence everyone's voices, and the scene instantly fell silent.

Medivan first looked at the Alliance, and said, "The Burning Legion has arrived!" Isn't it enough for Lordaeron, Quel'Salas, and Dalaran to fall in such a short period of time that the three powerful kingdoms have fallen one after another so that you can see the situation clearly? ”

"The Burning Legion is about to attack the center of this world, and if they succeed, all the land will be a desert, the world will forever burn abruptly, and everything you hold dear will cease to exist!"

"Now, the Burning Legion is the greatest enemy of all living things, and your past grievances are nothing compared to this, and no one will survive without defeating the Burning Legion."

The terrible scene depicted by Medivan suddenly made everyone feel numb, and a few people wanted to say something, but Gianna stepped forward and spoke: "Medivan, I admit that you have a point, now is the only way out by uniting all the forces that can be united against the Burning Legion. ”

Medivan nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at the tribe on the other side, the leaders of the minotaurs and trolls had obviously been persuaded by the terrible prospect mentioned by Medivan, but the orcs under Thrall were still angry, arguing about something about their leader, Sal explained for a while and then reluctantly turned around and said: "We feel that with the bravery of the tribe, we don't need to join these weak humans and elves to defeat the Burning Legion alone. ”

His words immediately caused many people in the alliance to turn to the tribe and show disdain, and Medivan was a little disappointed, and continued:

"Sal, remember, uncontrolled bloodlust and reckless militarism will only lead to your total destruction."

"Look at your brother Grom Hellroar, who and many of your people are once again under Manolos' control, do you want you and your people to be slaves of the demons forever?"

Thrall was visibly shocked by the news: "Grom, what happened to him and the people left behind?" ”

Medivan waved his hand, and a scene projection appeared in front of everyone: orcs with bright red eyes and laughing wildly were slashing and killing all the creatures in the forest, the blood vessels under the original green skin burst out, the skin also faintly began to redden, and a small number of orcs had barbs growing under their muscles.

Many of the older orcs gasped, these orcs who had participated in the last war understood what was happening, an old shaman with all white hair anxiously rushed to Thrall's side and yelled at the other orcs, he was obviously very prestigious, and the orcs who had been arrogant lowered their heads and listened to the old shaman's words.

Medivan continued, "Together with the Alliance, go and save your brother, who will be the key to the fight against the Burning Legion, and the key to me assuring you that you will be able to change the cursed fate of the orcs." ”

Thrall had understood the urgency of the form, and replied firmly to Medivan, "Prophet, thank you for your warning and guidance, and we will accept your offer to join the Alliance against the Burning Legion. ”

Seeing that he had been convinced, Medivan turned to everyone and said, "Now, since there are no objections, let's form an alliance here."

Gianna walked up to Thrall and said solemnly, "On behalf of all the Alliance members on this continent, I hereby swear that we will form an alliance with the Horde here and defeat the Burning Legion together. ”

Thrall took a one-handed axe from his subordinates and slashed his palm, blood dripping to the ground, and his face was pious and solemn: "I swear by the blood of my ancestors and my father that we will make a sacred covenant with those in front of us, and we will give each other's backs to each other, fight side by side for victory, and will --- to the death against anyone who violates the covenant!" ”

Seeing that the covenant had been made, Medivan looked satisfied, and before Gianna and the other mages tried to ask him something, he turned his head and took a deep look in Claudia and Shirley's direction, and then vanished.