Garrosh is in a dilemma, for safety, he has to wait until he moves these annoying barricades before acting together, if he wants to chase quickly with light troops, he is afraid that he is not the opponent of the Night Elves.

Jorin Deatheye looked up at the chief sitting on the high wolf, the only eye, glittering with infinite reverence.

The chief was really powerful, destroying the Meisena sentry in one fell swoop, removing a nail from the Night Elves in Ashenvale, and bringing the Warsong Clan's strategy in Ashenvale into a full-scale attack.

"Hmph, it's funny that those people with eyes and no beads slap themselves in the mouth!"

Qiao Lin Deatheye knew that most of the tribal forces were not optimistic about the battle of the Ashenvale launched by the Warsong Clan, and some were cold-eyed and sneering, and the Warsong Clan was fighting alone.

Because of the destruction of the Meysena outpost, the scale of victory was completely tilted, and in the past two days, the forces that had been watching and even laughing began to move, and kept sending envoys over, wanting to get a piece of the pie.

"They think so beautifully!" Jorin Death-Eye thought dismissively. It is conceivable that if the Warsong Clan completely occupies Ashenvale, they will quickly become one of the best forces in Azeroth in the future.

Garrosh hesitated, turned his head to look at his right-hand man, and asked, "Jorin, what do you say?" ”

"Chief, let me take a detachment of soldiers and intercept them." Jorin Deadeye's direct self-recommendation.

Garrosh understood what he meant, muttered for a moment, and shouted in a low voice: "Ralph, take your squad and intercept their vanguard by taking a small road, your task is to delay their march and wait for the arrival of the large army."

"Yes! Dear Chiefs! ”

In the rapid march, Dinein's battle traces along the way, full of arrows or broken weapons deep in the ground, occasionally a few stumps and broken arms, and pools of blood, show the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

Dinen estimated that the time for the retreat of the Meisena post was about the night before yesterday, and the night was the best cover, so it would be less than two days, and the two sides were fighting, and the speed could not be fast, and with the speed at which he was running with all his might, he should be able to catch up.

At this time, Dinin felt the importance of the mount even more, if there was a tiger mount or even a flying mount, there was no need to be tired like a dead dog now, the most important thing was that the speed was too slow.

Xiao Hei is a tiger, but it's a pity that it won't take advantage of people, which is also the reason why Di Ning wants Xiao Hei to take sperm from Zhao Gongming's black lines in the world of the gods.

"yes, isn't there an Akumer?" Dineen suddenly remembered the newly acquired contract creature three-headed dragon, and he didn't know what his injuries were now, of course, the important thing was whether he could be a mount.

"Aku, come out!" Dinin tried to make the names of his pets simple and easy to remember, and with a shout, Akumer's huge body appeared in front of him, and he kept nodding and asking, "Master, did you call Aku?" ”

After a few days of recuperation, Akumer's condition improved a lot, the left side of his head that was originally injured and drooped shook occasionally, and his eyes, which were blinded by Dinin's shooting, were still bleeding, and he didn't know if he could grow again.

Maybe the water of eternity can recall its recovery, but after all, the newly acquired ones are not very familiar with the knowledge of contract creatures, and they suddenly make it too powerful, and I don't know if it will turn against its master, so it seems that I have to find some time to ask Luzel for clarification.

"Can you let me ride it? I'm on my way. Dinen asked.

"Ride? Absolutely. Akumal nodded in agreement, "My previous master also liked to ride me around. ”

Di Ning looked up and down curiously, and he couldn't imagine that Akumer was almost the same as the black pattern of his master Zhao Gongming, but it was right to think about it, its original owner was an ancient god, and this identity was only higher than Zhao Gongming.

"Good." Dineh nodded with satisfaction, took out a small porcelain vase, and handed it over, "This is for you." ”

Akumal hurriedly took it, opened it and looked at it, feeling an abundant energy flowing directly into his heart and lungs, and with great joy, he drank it in one gulp, and his weak body immediately recovered a lot.

"Thank you, master." Look, obedient and obedient children have meat to eat! Akumer knew that it was a good thing, and before he had made meritorious service, the master would be rewarded, and most of the grievances of being forced to sign the contract were eliminated, and he couldn't help but feel refreshed.

After Selda's persuasion, Dinen divided the water of eternity and the moon well in different portions, and gave Akumal the moon well water, and the poor child was sealed on the second level, and he had been neighbors with these wells for 10,000 years.

"Let's go." Dinen said as he stepped onto Akumer's broad back.

As soon as Mei Yisena cast a healing technique, she suddenly felt dizzy, cold sweat broke out, her body fell back limply, and the assistant next to her exclaimed, "My lord! He threw away the bandages and medicines he was holding in his hand and held her up.

"Don't scream, I'm fine!" Maisena said in a weak voice, and with the support of her assistant, she slowly walked to a horizontal tree trunk and sat down.

"Your Excellency, take a break." The assistant persuaded with red eyes.

Meisena nodded.

She really couldn't hold on, today was the third day of retreat, and she had to command and treat, she hadn't rested for a minute, and her physical strength was seriously overdrawn.

However, because of effective tactics, they have not been engaged in head-to-head confrontation with the orcs, and the losses are still within a bearable range.

Seeing that the pale Mayisena finally fell asleep, the assistant picked up the medicine on the ground and bandaged the wounded wounds.

This is a hunter with an arrow wound in the leg, just now he fought against an orc archer, he shot the orc to death, but he was also hit by an arrow in the leg, if he is not bandaged in time, he may not be able to keep up with the team when he retreats, and now he is seriously lacking in combat effectiveness, but no one can be squeezed out to carry him away.

"Bear with me, I'll help you bandage, you can recover your strength now." The assistant said to the hunter with concern.

Meysena had fainted from exhaustion as he treated him, and the hunter saw everything in his eyes, nodded gratefully, and despite the pain of the wound, took out a piece of roast meat and put it in his mouth.

Every two hours, the two teams behind the palace rotate, covering each other and retreating in an orderly manner, which also means that each team only has 2 hours to rest, so even if it is time to heal, it is necessary to seize the time to recover.

If you don't have enough physical fitness, you will definitely not be able to support it in the next battle.

"Soon, one more day to get to Astrana." The assistant muttered, more like a pleading, praying for a smooth day.