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"Nazgael, send this young human to the tribal camp immediately, and the rest of the men will stay to put the Warsong Lumberyard in order." Grom ordered the crowd.

Nazgael groaned, rode the howling wolf, put the buttress on the wolf's saddle, and quickly disappeared from everyone's view.

The howling wolf was fast, and Nazgael knew that Fuhang was badly injured. At this time, Fuhang was completely unconscious, and even though the Ashbringer continued to heal him, he still showed no signs of life.

"Hurry, be sure to send Fuhang back to the tribal camp at noon." The howling wolf on which Nazgael sat seemed to be tireless, and rushed in the direction of the tribal camp at a gallop.

The shadow of the howling wolf grew shorter and shorter in the sunlight until it disappeared beneath him. The Horde's camp suddenly appeared in front of him.

In a hurry, Nazgail brandished his sword, repelled the guards of the large camp, and directly greeted the Daodao watchtower, and Kaugle on the watchtower shouted: "Go to the big chief, Fuhang is seriously injured!" ”

In a hurry, he jumped from the three-meter-high watchtower and limped to the Great Chief's camp.

"Great Chief, Great Chief, Fuhang is seriously injured!"

Sal lifted the tent and asked eagerly, "Where is Fuhang?" ”

Thrall knew the importance of Fuhang, even if he was a servant of Sylvanas and a good friend of Gianna, he could not escape responsibility, and even take full responsibility.

Nazgael rushed from outside the tent, jumped down from the howling wolf with Fuhang in his arms, and said to Sal, "Great Chief, please do your best to heal Fuhang, he is dying." ”

"Go to Hamuel, quick." Cogle snorted, immediately turned around, and ran towards the main camp of the Minotaur clan.

Sal welcomed Nazgael into his tent and placed him on the couch.

Sal then came to his senses and asked Nazgair, "What happened?" How did Fuhang get injured like this? ”

Nazgail told Sal about Fuhang's deeds, and Sal was a little surprised, his face was slightly frightened, and his attitude towards Fuhang had completely changed. Just a few days ago, he thought that Fuhang was just a human being with courage and thought, and now, Fuhang is a real hero. Although his strength is still very ordinary, in addition to his strength, his one of his qiē is the existence of a hero.

"Especially the weapon of Fuhang, its power is no less than that of the Bloody Roar and your hammer of destruction."

Sal corrected Nazgail's words: "It's not just this weapon, it's the courage to support the voyage." You saw the battle of Fuhang up close, and what did you think of it during the battle? ”

Nazgair thought back to Saar's inquiry. At that time, Fuhang gave him the impression that there were two Grom and two Hell Roaring on the battlefield.

"Like a god of war!" Nazgail's face was solemn, and he agreed with Fuhang's expression, and Fuhang deserved this sentence.

Thrall was a little worried, he looked at Fuhang's body, and said regretfully, "It would be nice if he was an orc, but unfortunately, he is a human." ”

"What do you mean? Recruit him to join the tribe? ”

"If he does join the tribe, I'm sure he will do as much as I do in the future. I believe that there is more potential in his body than ordinary people. ”

While the two were discussing, Cogle broke into the tent. The report said: "Great Chief, the Great Druid has arrived. ”

Sal was just about to greet him, when Gianna and Sylvanas burst in.

Gianna lay on the side of Fuhang's bed, holding Fuhang's bloodstained hands, with a little crying: "Fuhang, what's wrong with you?" You wake up. Great Chief! You see the good things you do. ”

Sylvanas patted Gianna on the shoulder and said lightly, "Gianna, this is war, don't be rash." It's normal to die a person. ”

Gianna was sad for a while, she turned her head, stared at Sylvanas's face tightly, and asked coldly, "Sister Xi, he's a fuhang." He's going to die, and you touch his wrist, and there's not a pulse left. ”

Sylvanas' unfazed eyes gradually sparkled, and she lowered her head, not wanting to be seen by others of her lonely weakness.

Wordless, Sylvanas didn't know what to say. She's just keeping her head down, and the turmoil in her heart may only be known to her.

"Let it all go, the Great Druid is here." Cougle kept everyone away from Fuhang's bedside.

Hamuel leaned over and attached his ear canal to his chest. The power of nature spread out from his hands, enveloping Fuhang's body, and healing the wounds on Fuhang's body. Gradually, the blood stains and wounds on Fuhang's body disappeared. But he himself still hasn't woken up.

A long sigh came from Hamuel's mouth. The forces of nature are helpless.

Gianna sensed something was wrong, and hurriedly asked, "Great Druid, can you save Fuhang?" ”

Hamuel shook his head and said helplessly, "The demon's breath has penetrated his heart, and the power of nature has no magic." ”

Sal's face was a little ugly, and there was a hint of remorse between his eyebrows. However, it was too late. God is jealous, Sal thought heartbrokenly.

Sylvanas walked to Fuhang's bed, she didn't believe that Fuhang, who was usually giggling, would die. Could it be that people who have a good relationship with themselves can't escape the fate of death? Most of his people were killed and wounded, and his nominal servant was gone.

At this time, Sylvanas suddenly vented all her sorrows like a lonely girl. She cried like a weak and helpless girl.

She is no longer the ruler of Silvermoon City, she is no longer the queen of the high, she is no longer an indifferent and dashing warrior, she is just a helpless girl. Thought I had lost all the girls.

"Fuhang, are you really leaving?" Sylvanas gripped Fuhang's hand tightly. Like the crowd waved their hands, meaning, give our master and servant a moment of purity.

The Queen lay quietly on Fuhang's chest like this, her body without a pulse made her almost feel despair. This should not be the fate of Fuhang.

"Didn't you say you wanted to protect me?" Sylvanas muttered to herself.

Even Sylvanas didn't know what his feelings were for the young human, and the Queen had never been in love. I never knew what it was like to love someone. She was in a trance, and an indescribable ache welled up in her heart.