"I have come to see your new priest, Tyrande. She is a good friend of mine. My name is—"

"Malfurion." The second guard took his words, and she looked to be about the same age as Malfurion, and said with a smile, "Tyrande once shared a room with me, and I saw you together. ”

"You seem to know a lot of people," Qiuchen touched Malfurion with his arm, which also made the guards on the side notice him

"What is this?"

"He's a human, a new race recently discovered in the kingdom," Malfurion explained, "he's here with one of his companions" Looking at the guard's puzzled look, he shrugged "His companion stayed with the King of the Forest, and he came with me"

Yesterday, Cenarion refused to let Ronin and Crassus leave, it seems that this demigod has his worries, time waits for no one, and Qiuchen has no choice but to come to Sulama City with Malfurion

"Can I talk to her now?" Ignoring Autumn Dust, Malfurion would love to see Tyrande now

"If she's done meditating, she should be free at this time. I'll call someone to report it. You can wait in the Moon God Room. ”

Many great ceremonies take place in the Moon Shrine. If the priests were not in use, then everyone could go in and enjoy a moment of tranquility there.

"You go first, Malfurion, I'll walk around" light bulb or something, Qiu Chen didn't want to be it

On the street, Qiuchen looked at the city of the night elves while walking, although he was not used to the night, but I have to say that at night, the city of the elves will show its beautiful side

The branches of the trees that hover over the houses emit the glow of fireflies everywhere, and the faint fluorescence illuminates the stage of the city, although it is not as dazzling as the electric lights, but it makes the whole city seem very quiet

As he walked aimlessly, suddenly, a figure caught his attention, and if it weren't for knowing that it was in Azeroth and not Earth, Autumn Dust would have been almost sure that he had seen Naia!

How is this possible

Driven by curiosity, Qiuchen followed, and soon, he found himself lost in the alley between the low houses

Annoyed and slammed down the wall, Qiu Chen turned around and prepared to leave, no matter where he went, whether he went to the Moon God Temple, the Burning Legion should have approached this world, and he didn't have time to waste it on these little things.

"Do you really think this is a waste of time?" a crisp voice came out of nowhere

Who?!

Autumn Dust secretly touched the sorrow of Frost and looked around vigilantly, but did not find a single creature

"If you want to know everything, come to Esaline"

Who are you?!

No response

Early in the morning, outside the city of Sulama, two figures riding the Nightblade Leopard were running fast

Malfurion and Brox!

At the Temple of the Moon, Malfurion tells Tyrande everything he saw in the Emerald Dream that the Empress will lead the entire Elven race into the abyss, but unfortunately, Tyrande is also suspicious of this, after all, the entire Elven society now worships the Empress

However, Malfurion also learned from Tyrande that Blox was about to be taken away by Rafincrest in Blackcast, and that the end was supposed to be executed, and although Blox told him about the Burning Legion, Raffencrest only thought that the orcs were going to invade his territory

So Malfurion took the opportunity to rescue Brooks, and now, the two are on the run--

It's going to be dawn soon. Brooks felt that this was not a good thing, because then they could be found far away, whereas Malfurion had the opposite opinion. If the Moon Guardian comes to stop them, the magic of these elves is much weaker during the day than at night

The sky gradually turned from black to gray, the kind of misty gray - the morning mist.

Things around are sometimes blurry, sometimes clear. Bloxes had no weapons. Malfurion didn't give him any weapons, probably just in case.

The horn sounded again, this time closer.

Malfurion vanished into the mist. Brooks stepped up in pursuit, fearing that his mount had gone in the wrong direction.

Suddenly, Brooks' mount twisted violently to avoid a rock, causing the orc on it to lose its balance, fall to uneven and hard ground, and tumble into the grass.

The sound of the chase grew louder and louder, but by the time Blox came to his senses, his mount was gone.

Blox immediately found something to use as a makeshift weapon. He picked up a branch to support his hand, but the stone was either too small to use or too big to move.

There was a rustling sound in the bushes next to it.

Brooks perked up. If it is a soldier, they have equal opportunities. If it was the Moon Guardian, his chances of winning would be slim, but he would have to give it a go.

But instead of an elf, a giant four-legged monster appeared.

Brooks was astonished, the monster's cry was somewhat like a wolf, some like a dog, but it didn't look like either animal. Below the shoulders, he was about as tall as he was, but two intertwined cortical tentacles protruded from his back. The mouth was full of sharp teeth, and green sticky saliva flowed out of the mouth.

The orc's mind was full of horrific images. He'd seen such a monster, the Hellbeast, the stormtroopers of the Burning Legion.

Brooks came to his senses from terrible memories. He scrambled forward, standing beneath the behemoth. The Hellbeast tried to grab him with its claws. The orc pulled away its claws with all his might. The Hellbeast's body shook for a moment, paused, and looked at the orc again.

At this point, Brooks took the opportunity to hit the monster in the nose with his fist.

If it is an ordinary race, if you punch like this, your hand will definitely be useless under the reaction force. But Brooks is not your average orc, he is agile and powerful, and he is always one step faster than the hellbeast. And he was full of hatred every time he did it, and in Mount Hyjal, the memories of his friends and companions who died in battle inspired him to hate, and perhaps the power was the most powerful at this time.

He broke the monster's nose. Under the effect of the pain, the hellbeast began to stagger, and its appearance was terrifying. A dark green, viscous liquid flowed from his wounds.

Brooks' hand was in pain after a powerful blow. But he kept his eyes on his opponent. He won't let the other party see that he has a trace of fear and timidity. It's also an instinct to survive.

By this time, the fog had lifted. Brooks' mount actually ran back on its own. Hearing its cry, the Hellbeast turned its head back, not paying any attention to the orc. Two behemoths wrestled together with claws and teeth.

Broxs knew that the Hellbeast couldn't do anything with his mount, and that the Nightblade Panther was also a good hunter, so he retreated. Before he had taken a few steps, he heard the sound of even heavy breathing behind him. He glanced cautiously.

Not far away, another hellbeast was about to jump on Brooks.

He really had no choice but to run away.

The hellbeast chases and screams. Earlier, one of the Hellbeasts and Brooks' mount didn't care so much about fighting on their own. The mount had already suffered two wounds. Brooks silently thanked him for showing up at the critical moment and temporarily freeing him from the siege, and now he had to continue to find a way to escape.

Wherever the road is narrowest, Brooks drills wherever it goes. The bigger hellbeast had to take a detour to get in, so he couldn't catch him, so he didn't want to keep running. But he knew in his heart that it would be impossible to defeat the Hellbeast without weapons.

Not far away, Brooks heard the death of an animal, and he knew that his mount had been defeated. Now, only the two hellmons outside are left to duel with one of his orcs.

He's a warrior, but he's not a reckless man, and he needs to find an opportunity to defeat these two fierce rivals

Probably distracted by the sound outside, Brooks didn't pay attention to his feet. Suddenly, a tree root protruded, grabbed his feet, and fell to the ground.

His balance is really bad, and he keeps rolling on the ground. He first grasped a small, bare tree, only one head taller than him. But perhaps because he used too much force, the tree was uprooted. Then he fell to the ground again and crashed into a large tree.

Blox's head was splitting, and he couldn't concentrate on the behemoth behind him. The little tree was still in his hand. He swung it and stabbed it like a spear at the Hellbeast.

The Hellbeast's razor-sharp claws struck the orc's makeshift weapon. A third of the small tree was cut off. Although the orc's vision was still blurred, he held the remaining branch tightly and rushed towards the hellbeast. He did everything he could to thrust the sharp fracture into the Hellbeast's gaping jaw.

The Hellbeast screamed, trying to fight back. But Brooks has taken the lead. With all his strength, he thrust the "spear" deeper and deeper.

One of the Hellbeast's tentacles struck from behind and reached out to Blox, trying to suck him dry, but Brooks let go of a hand holding a branch and pulled the Hellbeast's tentacles hard.

The orc's thick arm pulled out the tentacles with all its might, and the hellbeast let out a ghostly wolf howl.

The hellbeast was bleeding a lot of filthy blood, and in a moment it fell to its knees on its front legs. Still, Brocks grabbed the tree and adjusted his position to prevent the hellbeast's dying resistance.

I saw that the hind legs of the hellbeast were almost dying, and its tail began to spasm like crazy. The terrified Hellbeast even grabbed its own throat with its claws, and finally broke Brooks's weapon in two, but the first half remained in its own body.

Worried that the Hellbeast would come back to life, Brooks immediately rushed to find a new weapon.

However, he didn't expect to face the first hellbeast he had encountered again.

The other Hellbeast was covered in wounds—a wound on his nose from Brooks, and a piece of flesh on his right shoulder had been shaved off. Despite his injuries, he still appears to be in high spirits, trying to wipe out the exhausted orcs in one fell swoop.

But it soon followed in the footsteps of his kind, and a long sword fell from the sky, piercing its spine and nailing it to the ground

"Brooks, your courage is admirable" Autumn dust fell on the body of the hellbeast, and looked down at the beast that was dying and struggling, frost had begun to appear on its wounds "Malfurion, take people to escape, and pay attention to the people behind you"

"It's really time for you to come, Qiu Chen" Malfurion appeared from the mist, looked at the monster at Qiu Chen's feet in a slightly shocked manner, hesitated, and dispersed the natural energy in his hand, "I didn't expect to meet such an enemy--- do you want to go with us?" ”

"No" Qiuchen pulled out the frost sorrow, and the hellbeast had completely lost its vitality at his feet, "I'll meet you again, but not now"