With this kick, Fuhang was directly kicked off the col and stopped after a few heels.

Thanks to Fuhang's rough skin and thick flesh, he was not injured.

Fuhang staggered to his feet, and just wanted to seek justice from Queen Aishara, only to find that Her Royal Highness had already brushed her sleeves away.

I thought I could walk a peach blossom luck today, but I didn't think about it, so I was kicked twice, it's really miserable.

Fu Hang patted his ass and walked towards the town where the moonlight was broken.

When Fuhang first came to this town, he didn't walk in to really appreciate this town. When Fuhang entered this town called Broken Moonlight, Fuhang discovered the unique beauty of this place.

The location of the Broken Moonlight is the outskirts of Felwood Forest. As mentioned before, this is a place where grasslands and wetlands are mixed, and there is relatively little tall vegetation. As a result, the buildings here are generally low, and the slope of the roofs is relatively large.

As a highly educated student, Fuhang naturally knows what this truth is.

In this place, there must be more rainfall.

For Fuhang, coming to Broken Moonlight is not a bad thing for him. At least the house he lives in here is a relatively spacious room. The stuff in the room and the living facilities were quite complete. Fuhang is not a picky person, and his easy-going personality made him quickly adapt to the environment here.

After all, this time I came to Broken Moonshine not for a spring outing.

Queen Azhara has already begun training elven soldiers. These ordinary young ordinary elves, including female elves, are excellent warriors. In the society of the Night Elves, there is no distinction between men and women, because female elves are not inferior to male elves in terms of physical strength and reflexes.

That's why, 10,000 years later, in the society of the Night Elves. In particular, Tyrande's Sentinels are all female elves of the Night Elves.

Fuhang walked into the room and sat down.

The bed in the room is made of stone and placed on top of a simple bed made of several wooden planks. The bed is topped with a blanket woven from a cotton wool plant that resembles cotton. Fu Hang stroked the woolen fabric with his hand and found it quite soft.

It is no worse than woolen fabrics in human society. Although this appearance is a little worse. It looks a little dull yellow, and it's a little rough.

Since today's things are all over, Fuhang is still in a hurry. Fuhang, who was somewhat tired, quickly lay down, looking up at the low roof and a few cobwebs, and Fuhang's mood suddenly quieted down.

It's been a long time since I've been in this world of Azeroth.

Alone with me. No one else bothered me.

Suddenly, Fuhang felt some wetness on his left hand, and from outside the open window, a few raindrops floated in and wet Fuhang's palm.

"It's raining?" Fuhang asked and answered.

Got up and covered the wooden window, and Fuhang lay down again. This time there were no more mischievous raindrops to disturb him.

"I don't know what happened to the Queen now, and the girls in Hearthvale. Are you still under pressure from the Naxxramas Undead Scourge? And the era in which I live also has great difficulties. When will this kind of life be considered a head? ”

Fu Hang put both hands under his head and let out a long sigh.

"Bang bang!" In the midst of the noisy sound of raindrops. There were a few heavy knocks on the door.

"This door is unlocked, just walk in." Fuhang said lazily.

"Mr. Prophet, I have a question for you." A young elf walked in.

It's Malfurion. Fuhang half-sat up, and motioned for Malfurion to sit down.

"What's wrong. It's raining, aren't you resting? Fuhang said, looking at Malfurion's soaked hair.

Malfurion smiled faintly, he also knew that Fuhang was paying attention to his current appearance of a chicken in soup.

"Mr. Prophet. You're right. It's a good time to rest on a cold day like this, but there's one thing that keeps me at ease. Malfurion revealed his uneasiness, and Fuhang could feel that Malfurion seemed to be worried about something. As if something was going to happen.

Fuhang was happy to answer Malfurion's questions, just as Malfurion was careful to answer things for him ten thousand years later.

"Say it, as long as I know, I'll tell you." Fu Hang nodded and said.

"It's about Illidan, and these days, I've found something unusual about my little brother Illidan. His soul seemed to be a little restless, which disturbed me. Malfurion said worriedly. As Illidan's older brother, he was deeply worried about his brother's future.

Not only Malfurion, but Fuhang also felt Illidan's inner restlessness these days. Unlike the first time I saw Illidan, Illidan seems to be more irritable now.

This feeling has slowly begun to be realized by Fuhang since he helped Illidan get the Ezinros Blade.

"I also have the feeling that Illidan seems to be more enthusiastic about fighting." Fuhang agreed with Malfurion.

"I'm a little scared, I'm afraid that Illidan will betray us Night Elves like the High Elves!" Malfurion spoke out what he feared most.

Regarding Illidan, his character is certainly not going to change. There are no major actions and conflicts that would make such a heroic character change his personality and perception of the world. This is even more true in Illidan.

For him, it seemed that everything was predestined. What Illidan wanted to do, he definitely couldn't stop. What even Malfurion couldn't stop, he certainly couldn't either.

Fu Hang continued: "Even so, we can't stop this from happening, and in my opinion, it's better to go with the flow, otherwise, it may backfire if we rush to do something that disgusts Illidan." ”

Malfurion nodded, agreeing with Fuhang's statement.

The rain outside the house was falling very quickly, and all the elves were hiding inside the house. For a moment, the broken moonlight became quiet.

After asking the question, Malfurion said goodbye to Fuhang. A lonely man walks in a shower, as if thinking about something.

As an older brother, there are so many things to think about for your younger brother.

Fuhang saw this scene from the window, and he was still quite distressed for Malfurion. It's just obscurity. The diligent elf is silently giving everything for his brother.

This feeling, Fuhang is very clear.

Ten thousand years later, when Mavi and Akama led their adventurers to break through the Dark Temple, they killed Illidan. There is only one elf in the entire Night Elf to remember him, and this brotherhood may have never been valued by Illidan. In his eyes, his brother may be an enemy.

Thinking about what to do with this, Fuhang sobered up for a moment. Today, I inexplicably feel a trace of sadness, as a contemplative person. This kind of relationship is really rare.

I don't know how long it took, but time began to pass quietly in Fuhang's trance. And Fuhang also fell asleep deeply. A heavy rain that shattered the moonlight made Fuhang sleep soundly. After running around for so many days, Fuhang can finally get such a good opportunity to rest.

Crassus Squad. The eastern end of Felwood Forest.

A team of four members, walking through the forest. None of the members spoke, and the atmosphere of the team was a little dull. Ronin has been sealed by Queen Aishara with a language system, so he can't speak until now.

The team walked like this, following the direction of Crassus.

Knight Crassus didn't know where he was going, but he relied on his sense of the Red Dragons. Slowly searching for the traces of the Red Dragon Clan, hoping to find the location of his own clan.

Walked out of the forest of Felwood, this place since the world is still a whole now. I don't know what it's called.

This new place should be the place of Kalimdor Winter Springs. The climate here is unusually cold, and you can even see snow piling up in the distance ahead.

The old orc warrior finally couldn't help but post, after walking for such a long time, he needed to ask. The next thing to do: "Mage, we're getting there." ”

Crassus sensed the breath of his clan with the life magic in his hand, and he felt it. It has the breath of its own people, and it is still very strong.

As a young Red Dragon Warrior, he did not experience the history of the Red Dragon Clan 10,000 years ago. And I only learned these things through the books of later generations and the mouth of his companion Alexstaza.

However, due to the age, these memories have long been blurred.

"Old orc, I can feel that my people live here. I could feel them. Crassus said, surveying the mountains in the distance.

The old orc said happily: "Very good, I think we should find the location of your people as soon as possible, it is too cold here, if we don't find something to eat in time to supplement our nutrition, I'm afraid we will have to make a sculpture in this cold and snowy place." ”

Windranger didn't say anything, her face was still calm.

Luo Ning followed behind the team, expressing his inner meaning with body language, but unfortunately no one paid attention to him. He quickly lost interest and just followed the team.

The further east you go, the more you come to a hollow in a mountain. It is surrounded by towering mountains on both sides, and between the two mountains is a long and narrow valley. You can't get through here just by foot.

Crassus once again showed the body of the original giant red dragon, carried all the members of the team on his back, and jumped to his feet, trying to fly to the end of the valley.

Crassus had a gut feeling that at the end of this valley should be the home of the Red Dragons.

Crassus flew fast, speeding through the vast mountains.

Soon after, though, they ran into trouble. This valley, which seemed to be calm, began to blow hurricanes.

The members of the team standing on Crassus's back leaned tightly together, and Crassus also used all his strength to resist the strong wind.

"Mage, what's going on?" The old orc said with some differences.

The valley that was originally calm, how did a strong wind suddenly blow.

Crassus was also depressed, and he clearly felt that his people were close at hand. Unexpectedly, before I saw my clansmen, I was given such a meeting gift.

You know, a hurricane in the valley must be very powerful.

Crassus controls magic to resist the hurricane. But he can only keep himself in the air and not retreat.

And Fuhang also uses magic to help his teacher.

Old orcs can't help much in such a situation, and neither can Windrangers. In the face of the forces of nature, the power of man is still somewhat small.

Crassus flailed his wings with all his strength and flew into the air. After a lot of effort, I finally got rid of the attack of this hurricane.

After escaping the hurricane, the Windranger, who was standing on Crassus' back, spoke, "Look, there's a red dragon up ahead. ”

Sure enough, the Windranger's eyes were still sensitive. After being popular for a short time, Crassus found his own people.

Crassus flailed his wings and quickly approached the dragons.

"How did you get in at this time, isn't there a strong hurricane in the rift right now?" A flying red dragon said.

Crassus didn't want to answer his question, but asked directly: "What about the clansmen, I have something urgent to explain to the Queen of Life. ”

The red dragon, who was counted as a guard, did not stop Crassus, but opened a huge door with a big flash.

The huge door opened, and he passed through the long, dark, damp tunnel, where he saw the light.

At the end of the tunnel is a place that resembles a paradise, and the environment here is like a different place.

Without the snow and ice and the freezing temperatures, this place is more like a brand new city of Aizarin.

Even the old orc couldn't help but admire: "I've lived for so long, and it's the first time I've seen such a beautiful place." ”

Crassus flew down the cliff, he didn't have time to enjoy the beauty.

He had to find the Red Dragon Queen as soon as possible, because right now, at the same time as the War of the Ancients, the War of the Dragons would also begin at the same time. They will face the black dragon Nesario, who is just as despicable as the Burning Legion.

Crassus, winged outstretched, leaped atop a minaret-shaped building.

The tower was so huge that even Crassus stood on it, and it looked very small, not to mention humans. (To be continued......)