The sun was shining, and the originally charred black basin was blessed by nature, and boundless green grass sprung up, spreading a green carpet on the earth. The army walked all the way on the grass, all of them were as thin as ghosts, and only the whites of their dull eyes could be seen shaking on their dirty faces.

The combined forces of orcs and trolls have been marching in the Arathi Basin for a full 15 days, and without mounts and hunger, they are slow and have only now approached the exit of the basin. At the head of the ranks, led by a few hundred Troll Crusader soldiers, only the remnants of them still carried their flags, and the rest of the troops, including the Hellfire Legion, all abandoned their armor and only carried light weapons.

As the highest-ranking general at present, Serkin automatically became the commander-in-chief, the backbone of the army, and all the soldiers followed him. Although the Crusaders were also hungry, they could not leave, so they could only lead the group to walk slowly.

At first, the little cub overseer said that it would be useful to keep them, but it was really a joke......

Looking back at the thousands of troops, Serkin sighed in his heart, he really didn't know how he survived this way. The soldiers ran out of dry food and their mounts, ate all of their mounts and ate grass roots, and finally even boiled their leather armor, and when they arrived here, they couldn't hold on.

It is conceivable that the phenomenon of starvation to death will occur on a large scale in the next two days, and I am afraid that half of this army will starve to death on the way home.

Da Da Da ...... Da Da Da ......

Serkin was worried when the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from behind, and the soldiers looked back to see a cavalryman leading a convoy of horsemen rushing up. The soldiers hurriedly gathered together, looking panicked, holding their weapons on guard.

Although there are a lot of people in this army now, it basically has no combat effectiveness, and if you come and drive a cavalry all the way, at least a small half of them will have to run and die.

Fortunately, the convoy was not hostile, and they rushed 100 meters to the left of the coalition forces and overtook them.

Serkin hurriedly stopped his subordinates and stood where he was to give way, marching side by side was a dangerous thing and a little impolite, he didn't want to cause a misunderstanding. This time, on the surface, it was said that it was a truce and a withdrawal of troops, but in fact, everyone knew what was going on, but it was just being expelled, and he dared to be presumptuous on other people's territory?

However, this convoy did not overtake, and after the two roads were together, they also stopped in place, and the knight who led the team leaned over generously.

Serkin was stunned, this knight he recognized as the deputy head of the Fallen Star Knights who had negotiated with him - Dorian Solomon.

Dorian came to Serkin, met the vigilant gaze of the crusaders, nodded slightly, gave a military salute, and said: "Since your army has taken the initiative to negotiate and retreat, we have brought food to your army by respecting the orders of our lordship, and the promise made in advance is valid."

Serkin was stunned, stammering for a long time and speechless.

The coalition soldiers looked at each other, and then noticed that the carriages were full of sacks and exuded a faint smell of wheat, which should have been wheat flour.

Seeing that no one spoke to the other party, Dorian frowned slightly, and continued: "When you are full, leave the Arathi Basin quickly, and never come back."

With that, Dorian turned his horse's head around and prepared to leave.

At this moment, there was a trumpet sound from the east, and when I looked back, I saw a group of cavalrymen wearing full helmets, waving their flags, and slowly drove over. They had more than a dozen horsemen, all white horses and golden helmets, and the military flags they held were embroidered with the golden emblem of holy light.

Such a cavalry, Azeroth is known to everyone, and is a famous knight of the Holy Light.

With a wave of Dorian's hand, the coachmen began to lift the sacks to the ground, and he himself urged his horse to meet them.

"Has the Knight of Light fallen?" Dorian shouted as he approached, "Walk into someone else's territory with your toes on your toes and don't report it first."

"Hahahaha." There was a hearty laugh from the opposite side, and the leading knight took off his hat and helmet, revealing a fair and resolute face. "It's a bit rude, but my old friend, Lord Xiaotian shouldn't be angry and blamed, right?"

"Knight Hernandez?" Dorian was stunned, this man he had seen in Stormwind.

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Seven days later, in the Bella Valley, it was another sunny afternoon. The small river in the valley was babbling and flowing, and there were scattered petals floating on the river, and Cheng Xiaotian sat lazily under the shade of a tree, fishing with a fishing rod.

Not far behind him, the soldiers of the Shushan Revenge Legion were practicing their swords, flashing and moving. After returning to the valley, Cheng Xiaotian first slept for three days and three nights, and then soaked with the revenge army every day, teaching them Tuna and swordsmanship.

As for the knights of the two Falling Star Legions, at least one of them also slept for five days, almost sleeping, eating, sleeping, and fully recovering their spirits, that was after seven days.

In the distance, two slender figures walked over, it was Youyou and Norbulingka, seeing this female mage, Cheng Xiaotian subconsciously touched his face, and a trace of sourness rose in his heart. Now rumors are rife in the valley that he, the lord, has a merry nature, and when he first came of age, he first made Vanessa's ...... This was followed by Norbulingka...... (It's really hard to write now.) ）

"Nothing!" The more Cheng Xiaotian thought about it, the more angry he became, hating and patting his thigh, how could a person who cultivates truth be greedy for women? But the problem is that it is the most difficult in the world to block the mouths of Youyou, and he can't help it when people spread it privately.

Fortunately, after the two walked along the river for a while, Youyou came over alone, and Norbulingka sat by the river, holding his cheeks in a daze, and Cheng Xiaotian secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Excellency."

You smiled and glanced back at Norbulingka, supported the ground with her staff, sat down beside Cheng Xiaotian, and asked, "What did you do to her?" Seeing that she was now in a state of disgrace, as soon as she heard that I was coming to you, she immediately made an excuse to follow, and when she came here, she didn't want to come close......"

Cheng Xiaotian's eyes were glazed, and he suddenly threw the fishing rod on the ground, covering his face with his hands and letting out a miserable howl.

"Oops......"

Yu Yu covered his mouth and snickered.

After howling for a long time, Cheng Xiaotian let go of his hand, looked at Youyou with a stiff expression, and said lightly: "If I say, I'm just here to save her, do you believe it?"

"Faith!" Yu Yu said categorically, Cheng Xiaotian suddenly felt great comfort.

Yu Yu changed his words, and then said: "These are all small things, it doesn't matter if it's real or fake, let's talk about big things." Do you remember what I said about the oracle in your house? For this reason, I personally went to your family's former home......"

"You found it?" Cheng Xiaotian was shocked when he heard this, and he immediately became energetic, and he was also very curious about what inspired Haber Eliot's oracle.

You Yu Yan smiled mysteriously and said, "According to the description of my mentor, the Holy Apostle Sage Sandoval, I found the painting and brought it back, but the oracle on it should be written in divine script, and I can't read it at all, so I want you to help translate it."

With that, she unscrewed her staff, carefully took out the scroll, and spread it out on the grass. Cheng Xiaotian looked at it, dumbfounded, and his mind roared, like ten million grass and mud horses whistling past, occasionally glancing at himself obliquely, and his eyes were full of mockery.

Divine text? This Nima is clearly in English!

With Cheng Xiaotian's English level, he could barely recognize it even by looking at it, and when he saw Cheng Xiaotian's sudden change of color, he was happy in his heart, he must have recognized it.

"My lord, can you pronounce it?" Yu Yu asked expectantly.

Cheng Xiaotian was awakened, coughed, held back an ugly smile, and said, "Listen, she's like this."

Cheng Xiaotian told the story, faintly happy, and hurriedly took out a pen and paper to make shorthand.