Vieland looked at Sauron, with a sincere expression, and reached out to lift him up like a chicken. Sauron also tried to resist, but it was all in vain, and he was caught by Vielan, and he couldn't move at all, and he didn't know if he was scared or under magic.

"Wherever you go, I'll follow, and there are some things I have to figure out." Vielandaw.

What else could Sauron have? Let's go......

The commander had given orders that he must hurry to the third place as soon as possible, otherwise it would be difficult for him to find the large army again, wandering alone in the mountains, full of mountain people who wanted to kill him and then quickly, and it was only a matter of time before he died.

Molai suddenly discovered, oh...... To be able to witness this all the way...... It seemed more fun than killing Sauron, so he happily followed. In his mind, these two people are so affectionate, maybe they will be unable to help themselves at some point, and wouldn't it be nice to watch the live broadcast when the time comes?! (This shouldn't be a violation, right?) ）

Of course, there is no place called "Three Land" in the Alterac Mountains, which is a military code word, and only the Syndicate knows the exact location. The trio got back on the road and began to turn east, where the mountains were getting higher and whiter.

About two hours after they left, a group of Thunderspear Dwarves followed, one in total, and the leader of the team was none other than the Thunderspear Patriarch Sorge. Unlike the previous ones, this time they were no longer heavy infantry, but rode on tall bighorn rock sheep, which were more agile than they could climb with their bare hands.

The same search party is currently all over the nearby mountains, and I don't know how many, most of them are spontaneously organized human mountain people. In contrast to the previous one, after hearing the news of the defeat of the Syndicate bandits, these mountain people changed their previous wait-and-see attitude, and were all willing to obey the orders of Gerda and Sorge, and fought to play the front.

In just one day and one night, the encirclement and suppression team expanded to more than 1,500 people, and mountain people continued to join in. The team is growing stronger by the minute, and Gerda and Sorge are becoming more and more confident, knowing that the mountain dwellers of the north are good hunters, fierce by nature, and their combat effectiveness is not comparable to that of the farmers in Stormwind.

Approaching the valley, a dwarven scout jumped off his mount and crouched on the ground to investigate carefully, and Sorge hurriedly raised his hand and waved his troops to stop. The scout observed very carefully, not letting go of every leaf, ♂ ♂ ♂ ♂ and after ⊥ m.⌒.com had finished probing, he also got up to judge the strength and direction of the wind.

"What did you find?" Sorge asked.

This is the best scout among the Thunderspear Dwarves, and Sorge has absolute trust in his judgment.

Indeed, living up to Sorge's expectations, the scout gathered all the clues and came to the conclusion, "There are three people in all, and after staying here for a while, they turned to the east. ”

With that, the scout stretched out his short, swarthy index finger and pointed to the cloud-shrouded snow-capped mountain to the east.

Then he added: "One of them was very tall, judging by the footprints, he should be two meters away, and ......."

If the three of them were there, they would have been surprised, and this scout was almost a recreation of the scene!

However, the scout's words were automatically ignored by Sorge, who waved his hand and said disdainfully: "Big? Did it work? ”

Wan Sorge glanced back at his subordinates, and the dwarves laughed, indeed, in the eyes of the dwarves, the big man is a completely useless thing, which can bring neither strength nor speed, don't believe it? Compare with us dwarves.

The dwarves got the information they wanted, and they were in a hurry to chase after them, and they no longer had the patience to listen to the scouts' details, and they couldn't understand the traces anyway. Sorge whistled and beckoned vigorously, and the team rode up the hill on a goat.

The scout had no choice but to climb over his mount and chase after him, but he kept looking back at the ravine on the ground, which was blown by the strong wind that Vielan had brought up when he was moving at high speed.

The mountain was mostly a solid rocky surface, with intermittent tracks, and the team tracked them slowly, until noon they found a continuous line of enemy tracks, and by this time the position had reached the snow line. After catching up with the enemy, the dwarves began to follow the trail and chase south along the snow line.

And at this time......

At the junction of the hills of Hillsbrad and the kingdom of Gilneys, the warm sun set and drove away the cold that had accumulated overnight, and the huge refugee camp of tens of thousands of people was busy. In the smoke of the cooking, people are cooking on fires and caring for the wounded.

In the first two days, a large number of seriously injured people died, and now the most painful time has finally passed, and the people who survived have begun to gradually improve their spirits and bodies.

Cheng Xiaotian sat alone in a car, closing his eyes and breathing, and the nearby refugees cast reverent glances from time to time.

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came into my ears, it was Zhuoka who was driving the "black cloud", and she brought the news of the Shushan Revenge Army. Cheng Xiaotian's heart was relieved when he heard this, and he stood up and looked eastward, although he still couldn't see his subordinates, but the faint sound of cavalry marching could be heard.

He would then lead the refugees back to collect food, but the wounded did not agree to go to the Arathi Basin immediately, but insisted on staying here and waiting for the villagers to return and go on the road together. Cheng Xiaotian couldn't persuade him, so he had to agree.

"Going home" has always been a very warm thing, but now, it has become extremely dangerous, fortunately, there is a Shushan army to escort it.

After another moment, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard even by ordinary refugees, and people put down their work and looked forward to the direction from which the sound came.

Before long, a female rider in a white suit came into view, followed by a long line of blue-suited horsemen, and the refugees began to exclaim in surprise at the sight of them. In the event of a disaster, what people most expect is that an army will stand up to protect them, and now, this army is coming.

This is a part of the Shushan Revenge Legion, with 500 soldiers, plus the deputy commander Lan Ya. The soldiers were all armed with swords and swords, but Lanya was armed with only swords, not bows.

At present, there are many soldiers who have entered the second order of condensation, and the two deputy commanders are already at the fourth order, but Lan Ya is the only one in the whole regiment who has truly mastered the flying sword attack.

The cavalry lined up and slowly drove into the camp, and the refugees with excited faces greeted them, applauding warmly, shouting words of praise, and tears welling up in their eyes. The children shouted and jumped after the horses, and even some daring children crowded to the cavalry and reached out to touch their shiny equipment.

"You can't touch this kid." Lan Ya smiled and blocked a boy's hand, "When you grow up and join our legion, these will be all yours."

The boy's mother hurriedly hugged her son back and bowed apologetically to Lanya, "I'm sorry to you, ma'am...... Adult, this kid is too skinny! I'll teach him a lesson. ”

Lanya smiled and shook her head, signaling that it didn't have to be this way, and then pulled the horse to a halt. Looking ahead, in the middle of the road on both sides, Cheng Xiaotian was sitting on a car board to greet him.

"The first part of the Shushan Revenge Legion is ordered to be led by the deputy legion leader Lan Ya, and ask the lord to review it." Lan Ya gave a military salute to Cheng Xiaotian, pinched the sword trick in a good way, and the long sword on her back flew out with a "choking" sound and landed on her chest.

The rest of the legionnaires drew their long swords in unison, swords across their chests, and saluted Cheng Xiaotian. This is the highest etiquette that belongs to the Shushan Legion, and only Cheng Xiaocai is qualified to receive this gift.

Looking at these subordinates who he taught by himself, Cheng Xiaotian felt very cordial, and the depression of the past few days was swept away. Without any extra nonsense, he jumped on a war horse, bowed his head to the soldiers, and gave a short and powerful order: "Pull out!"

The refugees in front of them were ordered to separate immediately, and thousands of wagons were parked in the center of the camp, each with a few able-bodied young men sitting on them, waiting quietly. They were armed with sacks of farm tools, and the weapons and armor were made up from all over the camp.

The Shushan army passed through the camp, and these carriages that had been formed in advance immediately followed, lined up in a column and parallel to the Shushan army. Like two winding dragons, the two groups of people "swam" out of the camp and into the gentle taiga, and the refugees shouted blessings and exhortations, and the strikers could still be heard after walking a kilometer. (To be continued.) )