Passing through the flat forest, the elves' ears could hear the bubbling of the water and the conversation of the Hammer Dwarves, and the chocobo scurried towards it.

"His Highness Kael'thas ?"

The Hammer Dwarves tensed their expressions for a moment, then relaxed again when they saw the elves.

Kael'thas looked at the red-haired dwarf in front of him with some surprise.

"Lord Furstad, why are you here?"

In the place where the elves arrived, it turned out to be the leader of the Hammer Dwarves, the Great Lord of Furstad.

The lord was armed with a heavy hammer, and behind him, beside the dwarves, were countless trolls who had died miserably.

Kael'thas didn't know what was going on.

"I've heard that the dwarves who came to support were stopped, so I'm here to help!"

Furstad smiled, his long red beard shaking, he glanced at the dwarves behind him, and said:

"It doesn't look like it's a good idea to support from land"

In fact, in order to prevent the enemy from discovering it, Vorstad sent not the troops from the sky, but the dwarves fighting on the ground, but he didn't expect the other party to be so agile and the trolls sent to successfully block the dwarves.

In the forest, trolls always have an overwhelming advantage.

So after hearing the news, the anxious Furstad personally came over and eliminated the trolls.

Kael'thas had to go through several wars to get together, but that's a good thing.

"But don't you need to follow the Alliance?"

Turning his head to think about it, Kael'thas was strange again.

"My brother was more anxious than I was, so I let him go!"

Furstad replied, somewhat happily:

"He's a real fighter, and he's better suited than me to lead the fight, so I'm staying!"

It can be seen that he is proud of his brother.

[His younger brother is Kudran Brute Hammer, right?] 】

Kael'thas recalls the heroes of that Alliance, and Kudran was one of the last heroes in the future to fight back through the Dark Portal and into the Orc's homeland.

"By the way, Lord Furstad, I think we're in trouble!"

Turning over slightly, writing from the white chocobo, Kael'thas took the reins and came to the front of Furstad and said:

"Then the Horde's troops, it seems that they are planning something."

Furstad was taken aback and hurriedly asked:

"What's going on?"

Kael'thas was about to answer when a gust of wind blew from behind him, blowing his long hair to the front.

"Wait"

Smiling apologetically, he pulled his hair back and explained:

"Let me tell you what happened in the past two days."

Then, he told Furstad in detail what had happened in the past two days.

Furstad listened calmly at first, but when he got to the back, he couldn't help frowning.

"It's a strange thing."

The Dwarven Lord nodded:

"Your Highness, you're doing the right thing!"

He was referring to the operation of sending the elven thieves to explore the cave.

"It looks like the enemy is strong, I'll let the griffin knights come to your aid, and of course, I'll go too!"

Furstad promised that he would not back down in the face of such a situation, and would instead offer to help the High Elves.

"No, you still don't come."

However, Kael'thas immediately rejected Furstad's proposal with a wry smile, and then saw the other party's big eyes and explained:

"It's good to have griffon knights, and Hinterland can't be without a leader, so you'd better stay in Hinterland - no one knows if the orcs will raid Hinterland, and it's better for you to inform the Alliance about this."

Furstad looked at Kael'thas blue eyes, stared at them for a few seconds, and nodded in agreement.

He clapped his hands, and the clapping of wings sounded over the forest, and Kael'thas looked up to see dozens of griffon-mounted hammer dwarves flying through the sparse foliage.

"These are the griffon knights I just brought, I'll send more later!"

Furstad said.

Kael'thas nodded, "Okay." ”

Furstad laughed, walked up to Kael'thas and patted him on the shoulder, an unknown etiquette, and Kael'thas didn't shy away from it.

"You're so thin, don't fall on the battlefield!"

Sensing the slender shoulders of his men, Furstad gave his wish with the characteristic heroism of a dwarf, and then slowly turned and walked back.

"Guys, go back!"

He shouted at the dwarves on the ground.

"Yes!"

The dwarves replied respectfully, and followed Furstad into the forest.

These ordinary dwarves don't have griffons to ride.

Kael'thas smiled and looked up at the sky, relieved to see the dwarves actively guarding their surroundings.

"You're all hungry, take a rest here!"

He turned to the elves.

I haven't eaten since last night, and all the elves are hungry.

Sure enough, as he spoke, most of the elves were overjoyed and couldn't wait to get ready for lunch, they didn't dare to leave to hunt, but there was still dry food.

There was a small, dark stream passing by, and it was the sound of the water that it was just emitting.

Kael'thas did not accept the dry food from others, and sat alone on the edge of the creek and made his own magic bread.

"Your Highness!"

Liadline walked over and smiled a little awkwardly:

"Can you give us some bread?"

Behind her, Kael'thas saw several priests peeking at her, all eating some bread in their hands.

Unlike other races, every elf can become a free mage, so the elves who choose to be priests have their own good reasons.

They are the High Elves' most important auxiliaries, no worse than any other class.

No one is going to cut back on their food, so the scene at this moment can only show one thing, these priests have left the real food for the warriors who are fighting on the front line.

Kael'thas was touched

"Okay."

He had no reason to refuse, and started making bread for Liadrin.

There is no need to be another priest, as there are countless mages who will help.

This is a group of elves to be proud of

Kael'thas liked such a compatriot, and after handing over the bread to Liadrin, he saw his reflection in the stream.

With long loose blond hair, for some reason, he suddenly remembered the mother he had only seen in portraits.

Isn't it alike?

Under the mage's robes, like a girl

Kael'thas frowned, and he looked up to find a green vine, breaking it, stranding his hair, and tying them back roughly.

"Now it's good!"

He looked at the reflection again and nodded in satisfaction.

(To be continued)