Sarufar strode over to their makeshift hut and threw the burden on his shoulders to the ground. You can see through the gaps in guò that there are freshly hunted seabirds, fish and hares.

He walked into the shack and asked in a deep voice, "How's it going, Ronin?" ”

Luo Ning frowned and shook his head: "It still hasn't improved." ”

"Shall we feed 'that' to him?" Sarufar looked at the pale Crassus in the tent. The red dragon transformed into a High Elf had a bloodless face and a thick bandage from his left shoulder to his chest. It's been a few days, but there is still blood soaked through the white gauze, and blood stains are faintly visible on it.

"Wait, we don't know if that's useful. If you use it, our mission will be a complete failure. Luo Ning hesitated. The orcs are referring to the life essence obtained from the Red Dragon Queen. When Crassus transformed into the Red Dragon, each of them realized that the reason why they were able to obtain the essence of life so smoothly was not purely because Alexstasa understood the righteousness, but because of the help of Cleostraz, a red dragon who was very friendly to humans. And on the night of the Flying Fortress's liftoff, the missing Crassus apparently went to the Dragon Clan's Holy Land to communicate with the Red Dragon Queen first.

Now that Crassus is seriously injured, the Red Dragon Life Essence may or may not be able to heal the wounds. No one can guarantee this. If so, what about cracking the plague?

Ronin only hopes that Crassus will recover himself. But he knew in his heart that even if that came to fruition, the seriously injured Crassus probably wouldn't be able to bring them back to Lordaeron.

Brooks did indeed complete the Lich King's mission perfectly, and he managed to trap this vital squad in the middle of nowhere.

If it weren't for Ronin's magic flying carpet finding this nameless little island before their magic ran out, I'm afraid they would have drowned in the Endless Sea.

Ronin used magic to cook the ingredients. After a hasty meal, Sarufar walked out of the hut, leaving him to continue tending to the unconscious Crassus.

Sarufar went to the seashore, hoping that a fleet would pass through it. But both he and Ronin thought it was almost impossible. Because Northrend is occupied by natural disasters, no human ships will pass through it until the Great Northern Expedition. The orcs just felt that there was no point in sitting still, and they discussed using the life essence on Krassus if he still didn't come to his senses. Either way, they can't be trapped on this island. The Alliance needs Ronin, and the Orcs need Sarufar.

Sarufar sat cross-legged on a reef and remembered his former brother Brooks. What a brave and fearless warrior he was! It's a pity that he has degenerated into a death knight who has done countless evils. It was a disgrace to his honour and a grief to Sarufar.

He thought back to the time when the two brothers had fought side by side, and time had passed so quickly that an afternoon was about to be consumed like this. The sunlight that fell towards the sea level softened much, and the blue sea sparkled. He looked far away, trying to spot anything moving on the surface of the sea.

He seemed to see a black dot.

Is that true?

Sarufar suspected that it was his hallucination, and he hurriedly called out to Ronin in the shack. Mages always have some strange spells, and he might be able to see them better.

"Ronin! Come and have a try! ”

Thinking that something was wrong, Ronin strode out, saw Sarufar standing on the reef and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Look there! Isn't it a ship? Sarufar pointed in the direction of the sun. He thought it might not be a hallucination, as the hallucinations wouldn't last that long.

"How can there be a ship at this time," Ronin muttered, if it had been a few years ago, he would have spoken in a very sarcastic tone, but as he got older, he became much more stable. He looked in the direction Sarufar was pointing, the sunlight reflected off the surface of the sea made it impossible for him to see clearly, and he cast a small spell on himself, so that the light was no longer an obstacle.

Then he saw - "It's really a ship!" A flotilla! boats! ”

He jumped to his feet in excitement and shouted, "Sarufar, quick, let's go and light the beacon!" ”

The wind was blowing at Luo Ning's feet, and he strode towards the mountain. Sarufar jumped off the reef with the same excitement in his heart. Blessed by the spirits of the ancestors, they are truly saved!

The orc body was strong, and he caught up with the mage in a few steps, stretched out his thick arm to hold Luo Ning's arm, and dragged him away.

When they landed on the island a few days ago, they collected a large pile of firewood at the top of the mountain, hoping that they would be rescued if a boat passed by. Now they think that there are ships on the surface of the sea where they think it is impossible for ships to sail, and they can't help but rejoice that their efforts were not in vain.

Ronin was almost carried up to the top of the mountain by the orcs, and he couldn't care about being out of breath, so he hurriedly cast his magic and set the entire pyre on fire. The half-dry, half-wet branches of the tree produced a thick column of smoke under the scorching fire, which rose to the sky. It's especially striking near dusk. Even from a dozen nautical miles away, you can see it clearly.

Luo Ning was so smoked that tears flowed, but he was very happy in his heart. He strengthened his eyes with magic, and then looked out at the sea with trepidation, praying in his heart: I must see, I must come......

Ronin stared at it for about a few minutes, but it felt like a century long - he saw that the fleet had indeed changed course and was heading in the direction of their island.

Ronin jumped up with joy, and he excitedly patted the orc on the shoulder and shouted, "Sarufar, the fleet is coming!" We are saved! ”

Sarufar kept nodding, "I saw it, I saw it!" ”

Having ascertained this fact, they ran down the hill at a brisk pace. Ronin packed his things, and Sarufar carried the unconscious Crassus on his back and went to the beach to wait for rescue.

The flotilla was getting closer, and they were too excited to control themselves.

Sarufar grinned, "If the humans on the ship have a prejudice against me, you'd better remember this place and send a ship to pick me up." Otherwise, I'll have to die of old age here! ”

Ronin laughed and said, "Don't worry, Sarufar. I promise to explain to them that I won't leave you here alone! ”

The two looked at each other and smiled. At this moment, they felt that the hatred and stereotypes between the races no longer mattered, and that the experience of living and dying together had brought them together by a bond of friendship.

It was indeed a large ship, a two-foot-long brig capable of carrying at least two people. Judging by the ramming angles and decoration, this is still a warship, not a merchant ship.

As the fleet approached, they could see the figures on the side of the ship. Is it to greet them? The two thought.

Ronin looked at the flag hanging from the bow of the ship and felt a little surprised: the rudimentary pattern seemed to form the shape of a mask, and there seemed to be the image of a rag doll underneath.

Ronin was very sure that no one in the alliance would use such a flag.

Witchcraft masks, voodoo dolls...... He immediately thought of something very bad. Ronin looked at Sarufar, and the orcs were obviously watching the scene as well:

"This should be a troll's ship!"

The two spoke in unison. The hope in their eyes quickly turned to despair - what awaited them was not salvation, but the dinner meat of the trolls?

"We're done, Sarufar." Ronin sat down on the reef in despair, and he muttered to himself, "Wenlesa, I'll never see you again......"

Sarufar swallowed, feeling his throat dry. During the last war, Zulkin, the ruler of the forest trolls, allied himself with the orc chief Orgrimmar Hammer of Destruction, and his trolls joined the horde in attacking the alliance.

After losing the war, Zurgin almost died, and he returned to the forest with his people. While licking his wounds, he waited for a chance for revenge. He doesn't believe that anyone, humans, High Elves, or even Orcs are his enemies right now!

"We ......," Sarufar tried to say something, but couldn't.

The figures on the side of the ship became clearer, exactly as they had expected, all armed trolls.

"I didn't expect to die in a fight with an orc!" Luo Ning laughed bitterly at himself. He clenched his staff tightly, even if he died, he wouldn't let these trolls eat his flesh easily!

Sarufar opened his mouth and smiled heroically, "What about dying in battle with a friend?" ”

Luo Ning looked at this sincere orc, and felt that this friendship of life and death that he had never experienced before completely defeated the fear of dying, and his heart was extremely hot:

"Yes, I do!"

Sarufar carried his great axe and said, "Stand behind me!" I will protect you until the moment my blood is drained! ”

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The village of Burning Wood in the Kingdom of Gilneth is the domain of Lord Darius Crowley. When King Jean built the Wall of Greyman, the planned line of defense did not include the territory that belonged to Gilneys. This wall forcibly separated the Croré family's domain from Gilne's, which was one of the reasons why Darius was dissatisfied with King Jean.

In order to quickly support Gilneth City, Jiang Weihan sent his engineering troops to build a temporary airfield in the wilderness of Burning Wood Village to provide landing platforms and supplies for the air force of Screaming Serpent.

Fortunately, these helicopters made by Picheng Technology have low ground requirements, and they do not require a high standard of cement avenues like modern fighters, and only need to be slightly leveled before they can be put into use.

The heroic grenadier Kuqi, the hero that Jiang Weihan had just summoned, came in handy right away. As soon as he and the Screaming Serpent's pilots replenished their supplies at the temporary airfield in Burning Wood Village, they took off and crossed the Greymane Wall to support the war in Gilneth City.

The Yodeler pilots have brought enough explosives/explosives and missiles that have been improved by the Demoman genius Giggs, and are ready to give the Scourge some awesome things!

"Aha, the excitement is burning!" Kutch drove the helicopter wildly, screaming excitedly on the communication channel.

Ace pilots, on their way to the battlefield!

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Originally, this chapter was called "Passion/Love is Burning", how good a pun! It's a pity that it was harmonized...... Forget jì posted!!

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