The sky has already darkened, and the scorched valley, which is full of life during the day, has also fallen silent under the cover of night, and occasionally a few summer insects have chirped, making the whole valley and forest full of night laziness. From time to time, there were a few clawed coyote howls in my ears, which was an alternative decoration in this quiet night. The breeze that blows through the forest brings refreshment and comfort, and with the breeze comes the smell of nature, mixed with the freshness of the leaves and the fragrance of the earth.

Old Tang, who has lived in the reinforced concrete buildings of the city for many years, has left the familiar life, the gray sky, the dirty air and the harsh noise, and in this quiet and peaceful land, it seems to have found the breath of the countryside in his childhood. The somewhat distracted old Tang shook his head and took out a silver pocket watch with a somewhat dark color from his arms. This watch was originally exchanged for an arcane crystal from a goblin merchant in the Bleak Lands with a piece of arcane crystal that the character had brought with him during the crossing. More than half an hour has passed unconsciously. I remembered that I was originally going to find a few commanders and discuss ways to eliminate the Harpy in Scorched Valley, but unknowingly, I walked to the woods outside the camp and wandered around for so long. Old Tang rubbed his face a few times, turned around and strode towards his tent.

Back at the camp, Goode summoned several members of the guard and went to invite Master Gulda Mane, his brother Anak, and the little Shotaikol * Rune Totem to his tent. After making arrangements, Lao Huang took out a thick roll of yellowed parchment from the Big Mac backpack on his waist. This roll of parchment is all the plots, major spheres of influence and well-known figures in the memories of the old Tang who had just crossed through that year, using Chinese characters. There are also many red markings densely packed with them, which are all plots that Lao Tang, a sullen man, thinks is profitable after thinking about it. Turning to the page of Stonetalon Mountain, Old Tang took a closer look, trying to find some ways to exterminate the Harpy.

Holding the parchment in his hand, Goode thought carefully about the memories in his mind, and in his memory, the coke valley of Stonetalon Mountain was already a scorched earth when the game was launched, not the shade of the sun as it is now. Regarding the formation of Coke Valley, Blizzard officials did not give a statement. Netizens in the previous life unanimously discussed that there are two possibilities,

One theory is that the goblins exploited Kalimdor and saw Stonetalon as a source of profit, cutting down trees and mining minerals. As a result, in the dense forest of the Coke Valley, the enemy was encountered. Some of the Harpies cursed and banished by Queen Azhara chose to settle here. The goblins who invaded their territory and wreaked havoc were naturally seen as enemies and were retaliated against.

In the face of frequent attacks and kidnappings by the harpies who have terrain and flight advantages, the goblins finally could not bear the threat anymore and made a painful and difficult decision for them———— preferring to abandon this forest and only mine the veins, but also let the harpies here completely lose their threat to them. They lit the first fire that scorched the coke valley. ———— this is definitely a painful decision for the goblins who put their interests first, knowing that if all these tall trees with a long history are mined here, the economic value brought by them will be enough to build a goblin city like the "pearl of the desert" Knightson.

But even if the goblins made a decision that made them heartbroken and painful, it did not achieve the original intention of killing the harpy. Most of the Hippogriffs evacuated before the fire spread to their lair, and when the fire was extinguished, they returned to the charred valley to continue their lives, and the attacks on the goblin arsonists became even more frenzied. Eventually, the goblins had to reluctantly leave the area, and continue their environmental destruction in the middle of Rocktalon Mountain. All that's left is the devastated Coke Valley and the crazy Harpies.

Another theory is that after the defeat of the Burning Legion in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, some of the demons who escaped by luck, under the pressure of the coalition pursuers, the demons who fled frantically, passed through this place during a mistake, and were caught up by the coalition soldiers, these demons cast evil powers full of chaotic power, polluting the elemental life in the fallen earth. Countless fire elementals, earth elementals burst out of the earth. The elemental army, trapped in a chaotic consciousness, not only blocked the pursuit of the coalition forces, but also completely destroyed the dense jungle in a fit of rage. The demons, who were lucky not to be affected by the elemental rage, fled to the Bleak Land along the valley where Old Tang and the others entered Stonetalon Mountain, and established a stronghold in the middle and bottom of the Bleak Land, resisting stubbornly.

No matter which statement is true, Lao Tang will not tolerate the coke valley turning into coke again, Shiclaw Mountain has been classified by Lao Tang into the influence of the Minotaurs, if there is a loss, it is equivalent to grabbing money from Lao Tang's pocket, that is a slap in the face of Hongguoguo. As a good-looking person, Lao Tang will definitely fight with the person who slaps his face.

Now the migration of the minotaurs, under the flapping of the wings of the little butterfly of the old Tang, is greatly advanced. The venture capital firm of the goblins has not yet expanded its business here. As for the Battle of Mount Hyjal, it will not start until Thrall leads the orcs through the Endless Sea and reaches Kalimdor, and naturally there are no defeated demons fleeing from here. Since there is enough time, Old Tang naturally wants to run Shiclaw Mountain like an iron barrel, and not give others a chance to watch. But these are not in a hurry, the management of Stone Claw Mountain, the development of the resources here, the earliest to migrate the large army to settle in Mogaolei to start the detailed arrangement, there is still plenty of time. So should the Harpies in Scorched Valley be exterminated now? Once you startle the snakes, you can't finish the battle, and it will be even more difficult to clean them up if you want to go back. Not sending troops, whether it is a march or setting up a camp in the future, is a scourge.

"Master!" "General!" The voices of the minotaur guards at the door of the tent were heard through the tent.

"The winds guide your paths. Young warrior, Commander Goode wants to see us, is he in the tent? The always steady Master Gudar was still politely asking, and the violent cow brother Anak who came with him had already strode towards the door of the tent, shouting in a loud voice, "Brother, the master and I are here, and Brother Grudiger and that little druid sprout are also here!" "I'm not a little bean sprout," Xiao Zhengtai blushed and retorted.

Xiao Zhengtai's figure is definitely thin among the minotaurs who are basically all big men. Ever since he met Koshita Cole on the battlefield, Anak, a non-mainstream minotaur, has been calling the skinny little Senta with small bean sprouts. Looking at the two people who opened the curtain and walked in with their mouths mixed, followed by their friend Grudig, who was still with a paralyzed face, and Master Gulda, who shook his head with a wry smile and walked in slowly, Old Tang smiled and said, "Okay, don't talk about it, since you are all here, sit down and discuss the problem in front of you." Hearing Old Tang's words, several people sat down quietly and waited for the following.

Old Tang talked about the situation he was facing now and his own thoughts, and everyone lowered their heads and fell into deep thought after hearing this. Anak * Terror Totem, a reckless man who has been on the battlefield with his brother, has never wasted his brain cells on research strategies. He believed that his brother, who was full of evil ideas, would come up with a good plan sooner or later, and he just had to obey the order and be responsible for doing it. Therefore, he unconsciously took out a small wine jug at this moment and drank it by himself.

"Must be exterminated? The other party is also an intelligent creature, how about trying to communicate? "Master Gulda Mane tried to give his opinion. The master is not from the Terror Totem Tribe, and there is no hostility to the Terror Totem Minotaur to foreign races. When encountering such a thing, as a generous and benevolent elder, the first thing that comes to mind is to try to resolve it peacefully.

"I'm afraid not, the Harpys are very territorial, otherwise they wouldn't have attacked us as soon as we entered the valley, they absolutely know that if they face each other, our troops will easily annihilate them. If this nail is not removed, we will definitely not have a good time on the road. Moreover, in the future plan, we still need to come here to mine resources, even if we don't take the initiative to disturb, they will continue to attack, and it is inevitable that they will have to fight when the time comes. Gude directly rejected Gudal's suggestion and explained the reasons in detail.

Xiao Zhengtai participated in this kind of combat meeting for the first time, and he was a little cramped and uneasy, and he was afraid that he would say the wrong thing and lose the opportunity to participate in the conference again in the future, so he held his mouth and stared at the map drawn by the scout on the table in front of Old Tang in a daze.

Old Tang called the druid little Zhengtai, and he just wanted to cultivate his tactical awareness. Although Xiao Zhengtai's strength surprised Old Tang a little, after all, he was too young, his experience and combat experience were too shallow, and Old Tang didn't expect him to come up with a way to deal with it immediately.

The facial paralysis hunter, who had been keeping a low profile and not speaking, looked at Anak who was pouring a little wine, and his heart flashed. "How about using poison? Poisoning or anestheticizing the food of the harpy, if successful, will basically not slip through the net. "As a veteran hunter who has been dealing with all kinds of traps for many years, the man with facial paralysis has come up with a solution.

"It's a good idea, but there are two things that need to be resolved, there is no poison and anesthetic in the supplies of the troops after the break, and how to spread these poisons in the food of the harpy." Old Tang, after considering the feasibility, put forward the two problems he faced.

"It would be nice to have two large groups of orc wolf cavalry in their hands, and their skillful net-throwing skills are very sharp against these flying birdmen. With enough hunters, it's definitely easy to take! Old Tang couldn't help but think of this idea. Do you have to wait until the orcs land? How many teams of wolf cavalry to borrow? In that case, the orcs will definitely have a foot in the Stoneclaw Mountain, and Old Tang doesn't want the Stoneclaw Mountain to be privately owned by the Minotaurs and become publicly owned by the tribe. Throwing nets? Throw the net! Old Tang suddenly remembered those giant spiders in the Stonetalon Mountains that were also a headache, the sticky and tough spider silk, wouldn't it just be a substitute for throwing webs. As long as the usage method is slightly modified, it may not be worse than those professional wolf rides.

"Anak, take five hundred brethren and set out overnight to catch up with the large army and report our situation to the Grand Chief Kane. Let him assign some of your men, go to this position, and kill the spider and grab the spider silk for me! Remember, the more spiders, the better! Mobilize women to make a large net. Then he rushed back with the net. Old Tang pointed to the map on the table, stretched out his hand to draw a circle near the spider path in his previous life, and ordered.

"Cole, you go with Anak and ask Chief Hamuel if there are poisonous herbs or anesthetics in the supplies of the army or in the local area of Stonetalon Mountain, and if so, how many can be brought back. Rush back within a week. As he spoke, he untied an empty magic backpack from his waist and handed it to his younger brother who stood up.

"Grudig, take half of the hunter troops, go out hunting, the prey will live. Freedom of movement during the week, the greater the number of prey, the better. Old Tang untied a magic backpack from his waist and handed it to the facial paralysis hunter.

"Master, tomorrow please lead the other shamans and druids to search the valley to see if there are any poisonous plants. Refining reagents is of great use. Bring a guard when you go out and stay safe. Old Tang turned around and said respectfully to the shaman master sitting on the side.

"Anak and Cole let's go, remember, hurry first along the way, and don't get entangled when you encounter enemies. Cole looked at this stunned young man, don't let him go crazy! Go ahead! Goode instructed the two of them. Anla, brother, you are really verbose, don't worry, you promise to complete the task. Let's go, little bean sprouts! Let's go! "Violent Bull said and pulled the druid little Shota out of the camp." Again, I'm not a sprout! Xiao Zhengtai retorted excitedly. Just your little body, it's not what a bean sprout is, it's you who you are! "I'm not! My mom said I'd still get fat. ”

Walking out of the camp tent, looking at the two people who were arguing, and the figure that was gradually moving away, Old Tang couldn't help but sigh. I'm a little worried about whether these two obviously childish guys will be able to complete the task satisfactorily, so don't make a moth. "Rest assured, Mother Earth will protect them, they are all good children." Behind him came the comforting words of Master Goodard. "Let's hope, it's all good." Old Tang replied lightly with some distraction.

There was a horn sound of "woo~~" from the camp, and looking at the minotaur troops that had been assembled and set off under the night sky, Old Tang couldn't help but think about it. If you have a qiē shun lì, the problem of the eagle body should be completely solved.

The answer to the question will be revealed in a week.

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Transitional chapter~~ A little sluggish, the next chapter closes the net and takes down this group of eagles! Do you want a Harpy girl? Leave a message~~