Located in the former Wild West, at the junction of the current Western Plains and Elwyn Forest, Westspring Fort is the only way to get to the Western Plains, and every day a considerable number of caravans pass by here to buy grain from the Wild West, bring all kinds of goods from Stormwind to the people and farmers here, and then pull cartloads of grain back to Stormwind. Although gnolls are often encountered along the way, people who travel in groups are generally safe and sound under the protection of mercenaries.

However, when the three of Actos descended from the griffons and handed them over to the soldiers, they found that the Westspring Fortress, which had been used as a guard station, had now become a huge tent camp, and more precisely, a considerable number of caravans had been stationed on this side of the fortress near the Elwyn Forest.

Unlike the usual caravanserais, which always carried various clothing, spices or household utensils, this time the caravan brought all kinds of leather armor and weapons, and Arctos even saw the barrel of a mortar peeking out from under the canvas of a carriage.

When the captain of the Xiquan Fortress heard about their intentions, he led the three of them towards the fortress walls. This is not the small castle in the game, but a huge fortress with nearly a thousand soldiers, a huge wall separating the Elwyn Forest from the Western Plains by the peaks on either side, and the thick spikes on the huge iron-clad gates ensure that the siege cones are difficult to attack the gates.

"Now the West Spring Fortress is full of scattered gnolls in the direction of the Western Plains, and yesterday afternoon these disgusting monsters even organized a wave of troops to storm the city walls, but they were repelled by us, and a group of militia from the Western Plains and some risk-earners also joined the defense." The captain of the garrison sighed, "If only Rainier were still around, he was the nemesis of the Gnoll back then." ”

Sorena looked at the gnolls roaming the bushes and grass nests, and asked her own question: "It is said that a large number of gnolls are coming here, and your scouts have not found anything wrong?" ”

"Of course, I found out that several of my excellent lads died because of this, and they brought back very important information." The captain of the fortress took out a map from his bosom and spread it out on the ground, gesturing on it with his hand: "Look here, these gnolls are camped here, but the strange thing is that they have not moved since this morning, and the whole gnoll team has not moved, because there are too many of them, we have no way of knowing the exact news." ”

The location of his finger was north of Sentinel Ridge, almost at the midpoint between Sardinia Farm and Sentinel Ridge.

"Strange, what are they doing here?" "I'm not surprised if they stop at the Sardinia Farm, it's the time when there is plenty of food, but there is nothing between Sentinel Ridge and Sardinia Farm, the last season's grain has already been harvested, and there are not even three thousand gnolls to feed it now." ”

"Yes, yes, besides, even if there is a river to the east, that river is not a fertile enemy, and there is nothing for them to eat except the fishmen." Martha grinned and said, "They're not going to eat those fishmen, are they?" ”

As if grasping something, Actos hurriedly looked at the map.

"What's wrong?" Sorena looked at Arctos' movements: "Is there any problem?" ”

"Captain! How many guards are there in the Twilight Forest now? Actos asked suddenly.

"Probably less than a hundred, and a few night watchmen, about a hundred and fifty in total." Somewhat puzzled, he looked at the Night Elf in front of him, and then the captain's eyes widened: "Damn it! You're not kidding?! ”

"If it wasn't possible before, but now the Gnoll is led by a powerful shaman and general, and this general has tens of thousands of soldiers who can eat everything and are perfectly adapted to the jungle mountains, even if they are quite weak." Actos pointed to the map and swiped to the right of the gnolls' colony: "There is a perfect delta here, where tens of thousands of gnolls will have a fish-man feast when they land, and then carry thousands of crazy fishmen and possibly werewolves to drive a nail between the Western Plains, the Twilight Forest, and the Elwyn Forest." Surrounded by dense forests and rugged terrain, there is no way to send a large army to attack, and it is difficult for mages to release suitable magic here, whether it is a blizzard or a meteorite, as long as they dodge into the forest, those large-scale spells will be completely blocked by the jungle. As for the fire spells...... Who would dare to be so crazy about fire prevention in the Elwin Forest? Stormwind can't afford such a forest fire. ”

Sorena asked with some surprise, "If this place is so important, why doesn't Stormwind station troops here?" ”

Shaking his head with a wry smile, the captain of the fortress explained: "This is not suitable for human stationing, first of all, it is too small to care for those filthy gnolls, but if the human army is stationed here, the crowded and humid environment is enough for those poor soldiers to fall directly." The nearby forests are infested with merfolk, spiders, and werewolves, and under the cover of those dark forests, our soldiers will die without even finding the enemy. Besides, these guys didn't have any organizational skills before, if it weren't for the unexpected appearance of that gnoll......"

Actos, on the other hand, knew another explanation, that there was a strange force hanging over it, that many of the mages and priests who had been stationed here had gone mad, and that in the monastery records it was shrouded in some evil ancient power, and that they had no choice but to abandon it. Damn the old gods, they actually extended their tentacles here.

Aktos sneered, what ancient evil power, it is estimated that it is the trick of those ancient gods.

"No! We'll have to find out, and if this happens, tens of thousands of gnolls will be enough to make Stormwind's expedition to the Outlands a complete joke, and even the entire kingdom of Stormwind a laughing stock. The captain of the fortress stared at the three of them, and Actos reluctantly took the task: "Okay, okay, let's go investigate, and if there is any problem, we will pass on the news to you." ”

Nodding, the captain of the fortress said: "Although it is difficult for some strong people, since the military department has sent you to solve this problem, it means that your ability is enough to be responsible for this task." If you find something wrong during the investigation, you can deal with it yourself. ”

The three of Arctos didn't say much, and rode on their horses and hurried towards the Sardinia farm.

Riding on horseback in the Western Plains, along the way, I met many civilians who were protected by adventurers and fled to the West Spring Fortress, and everyone's faces were filled with sadness and despair. Whenever he met these refugees, Aktos would stop to pray for them and give them blessings, and the large-scale blessings and tenacity were released, which made Aktos more and more mentally and physically tired, and finally had to find an abandoned cart, which was covered with straw and pulled by horses, so that he could rest on it.

Before the crossing, Actos could not be said to be a bad person, but he was not the kind of guy who casually spilled kindness, after all, people in that world often did not hesitate to speculate on others with the worst attitude, resulting in a lack of integrity between people, and the fear of being blackmailed or even a lawsuit.

And after crossing over, due to the continuous contact with the positive energy of the Holy Light, coupled with the influence of the people around him, Aktos did not realize that he had changed a lot unconsciously. The Light is an attitude, a philosophy, an idea, and while Actos is constantly in contact with and learning to use the Light, his thoughts about the Light are also constantly transforming his three views.

At this time, he has long lost the pride of being a time-traveler and the idea of doing anything to achieve the goal, and in these years of life in Azeroth, people and things have constantly brought him impact again and again, and those living heroes and great souls exist in reality, not some stories or novels. They live more sincerely than anyone else, and they carry out their beliefs without complaint.

The shock brought to him by the original crusade against the warriors who returned from the Molten Heart is indescribable, those who are wearing broken armor, their bodies are full of burn marks, and even broken hands and feet, and they are being supported by their comrades and carried into the Valley of Heroes of Stormwind, raising their weapons full of gaps in their hands, and shouting in hoarse voices: "GloryfortheAlliance!" For the Union! For the first time, Actos was shocked, it was some kind of faith from the depths of his soul, and when he reacted, he was already in tears, and his hoarse voice could not make any sound.

Actos, who was constantly releasing holy light, lay tired on the straw, and the Draenei mage handed him a glass of astral water, looking at his tired appearance and complaining: "Why are you so enthusiastic......

After drinking the astral water made by the mage, Aktos regained a little spirit, and looked at the departing refugees in the distance with a smile: "Because they need help, and I have the ability." ”

When he said this, a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on Arctos's face, and in the warm sunlight of the western plains, there was a special look.

PS: Why can't I see the comments...... There are several comments displayed, but none of them can be seen. The new book asks for attention and fattening, I don't have much research on the history of Warcraft, but I just relied on playing games and some of my own understanding to write, please bear with me if there are any mistakes.

I'm a photographer, so I can only find time to write novels every day, but I try to persevere, after all, Warcraft has accompanied me throughout my youth, and until now, when I meet my friends who play Warcraft, I will still be very happy to talk about various things in the World of Warcraft. This game has brought us so many memories and touches.

To paraphrase a friend who was still online every day when everyone was half AFK, and still stubbornly played RP in the Golden Plains: World of Warcraft is not just a game, and it is not just a world, it is a certain belief.