Five or six hours later, when the sky was still dark, Yang Long, who was vigorous, set out for Sadol with several high-ranking officers such as Niès, as well as more than 6,000 troops of the First Legion after the reinforcement.

Xue Ni méiyou came to say goodbye, but in Yang Long's perception, there was a familiar aura, hanging far behind the team, until more than twenty kilometers away from Riptide Castle, he finally turned around and left.

Yang Long is also a little sad about this, Xue Ni is different from other women, as a self-taught martial artist, even if it is a cold-blooded and ruthless Yang Long, in the face of the first disciple he received, perhaps the only disciple, he also invested a lot of emotion" "Please search, the novel is better and faster!".

As the saying goes, one day is a teacher and a father for life, in fact, this sentence is also true in reverse, one day is an apprentice and a son for life, for a warrior, the love between master and apprentice is far more important than that of ordinary people, the relationship between parents and children.

Both are inheritances, ordinary people are just genes and bloodlines, and martial artists are ideas and dreams, which is more important at a glance.

This is also the reason why there are countless maidens, for every beautiful woman who has been with Shijiān for a while, Yang Long, who has won all of them, has Xueni, the most beautiful stunner he has met since he came to this shijiè, Shihou, who has been accompanied by Shihou all the year round, but there is nothing wrong with Méiyou.

Even the night before, Xue Ni Turán attacked the kiss, Yang Long was just a disciple to express his closeness, and any evil thoughts that went beyond the master and apprentice guānxi rose in his heart.

Yang Long, who has never had offspring, after experiencing these years with Xue Ni, the weight of this girl in his heart is very heavy, for Yang Long. Xue Ni is both his daughter and an offshoot of his dreams.

Therefore, Xue Ni needs to be on this**, and she must leave him for this**.

.........

This short journey will be more difficult than ever.

In order to complete the agreement, Garin Torbain not only sent the most powerful First Legion in the kingdom, but also gathered all the high-ranking officers and above, except for those stationed in the Valley of Refuge.

But even so, Tongguo Saldo is a very difficult thing.

There are as many as forty or fifty thousand black iron dwarves. It is a moat that stands in front of everyone. Even if Nénggou broke out of the encirclement and allowed Yang Long to leave the Arathi Heights and enter the wetlands to the south, it would be difficult for the First Legion to retreat.

And for this reason. Almost alone along the way. Take the initiative to talk to Yang Long. Everyone has a deep dissatisfaction suppressed in their hearts, and they don't say a word with a cold face, like a dead father.

The attitude of these people affected Yang Long in the slightest. At this time, he was attracted by a large bird, and all his attention was grabbed.

It was a powerful beast called the Griffon.

The griffon is endemic to Azeroth, with a falcon-like front half and a lion on the back, powerful wings and a penchant for fresh blood.

As a powerful social creature, the griffin is highly grown, fragile as a young bird at birth, and can transform into a ferocious beast after more than a decade of growth.

The minimum strength of adult griffins is above the fifth order, and for this creature, Yang Long has only seen their magical images in the documents collected by Howard.

The griffin in front of him was almost three meters tall, and its length had reached six or seven meters, and its size was not much compared to the truck in the previous life.

From the breath, Yang Long Nénggou could tell that this griffin had reached at least the seventh order, and the only one walking beside the griffin was an angry dwarf.

That's right, dwarves.

I don't know if it is because Garin Torbain took out a letter and asked Yang Long to bring it to the Kingdom of Stormwind City, King Varian Urien, this time he actually used the only griffin to help Yang Long.

According to Yang Long's understanding, this griffin was given by the dwarven king of the Kazmodan Kingdom to express his gratitude after the deceased old king led the Stormgard Kingdom to defeat the orc army stationed in the dwarf kingdom.

In the decades that followed, after several catastrophes in the Kingdom of Stormgard, the original number of more than 100 griffons was left with only the current single seedling.

The owner of this lone seedling was none other than this ninth-order dwarven beast tamer with brown hair and a beard that hung down to his knees, making it impossible to identify his age.

After learning that he was going to let his precious griffin ride the dangerous Sador of Yang Longtongguo, this dwarf named Sedik Pros kept babbling towards Yang Long's back in dwarven language along the way.

"Damn mongrel"

"Scourge!scum!shameless guy...."

"Curse you! you deserve to die with your whole family..."

“...”

The chatter and incessant insults emanated from the dwarf's mouth, and towards the front of the line more than a hundred meters away, Yang Long, who was riding a horse among Niaith and the others, set off from Riptide Fort until now, three days later, as long as he stopped in the middle of the march.

However, since the people present did not understand the dwarven language at all, they did not know anything at all, and they were saying some shime, so they did not take it seriously, and only thought that he was praying some kind of prayer in Jinháng.

Nièss more or less understood yidiǎn, zhidào, the dwarf méiyou said good things about shime, but thinking of the brave warriors who were about to die soon after, she swallowed the scolding that came to her mouth.

When Niaise found out that Yang Long didn't seem to understand the dwarven language, not only did she get angry because of the insults, but she also smiled at the dwarves quite kindly, she relaxed and stopped paying attention to the unbearable insults behind her.

In this way, the procession continued to advance, and after another four or five days, it finally approached the range of Sadol.

Located in the Sardo Highlands of Arathi, named after the "Saldo Bridge" that connects Arathi and the wetlands with a strait several kilometers long, Niaith and others are tasked with escorting Yang Long to the vicinity of the bridge and leaving on a griffin.

The shijiè of Azeroth, with the exception of the five-colored dragon, has only a small number of creatures, and the nénggou shijiān continues to fly, unfortunately the griffin is not in its range.

Although it has a pair of powerful wings, the weight of the griffin itself makes it overwhelmed, and it will never choose to fly in the air if it walks on weekdays.

What's more, the current single seedling, after several years of special care, nénggou has maintained half of its previous state, and it is thankful that it can fly twelve or thirteen kilometers away.

However, because the Strait of Sadol is too narrow, the sea breeze on both sides has caused the wind speed and volume to increase by several steps after pouring into this strait, and the physical strength of the griffin Tongguo Strait will be several times that of normal days.

The cliffs on both sides of the strait are thousands of meters high, as steep as a moat, and the sea breeze blowing from the east and west sides for tens of thousands of years not only grinds the cliff wall to be extremely smooth, but also makes the surface of the cliff covered with moss, even Yang Long can never climb and crawl.

Therefore, only as close as possible to the strait, it is best to take off from the vicinity of the Sador Bridge, in order to ensure that the griffon Nénggou can fly over the strait, and the black iron dwarves stationed within ten kilometers of the Sador Bridge are the reason for the existence of Nièss and the others.

According to the latest reconnaissance information, from fifteen or sixteen kilometers away from the Sadol Bridge, there was a patrol of black iron dwarves, but what made the escort team méiyou think was that until eight kilometers away from the Sadol Bridge, the black iron dwarves all appeared.

The closer you get to the Sador Bridge, the more the narrow hillside descends, and because of the topography, the vegetation here is not lush, and you can see the scenery clearly within a kilometer.

During this seven or eight kilometers of travel, the thousands of people in the escort team, in addition to killing more than a dozen highland velociraptors, completely méiyou found other movements, and this relaxed atmosphere made everyone in the escort team a little dazed.

"Something is wrong, there must be something shime going on. Niais said alertly, and after thinking for a while, she ordered: "Mǎshàng move forward at full speed, ready to fight at any time!"

With Niais's command, the team suddenly increased the speed of the march, and then the convenient passage downhill, running at a gallop, but in about ten minutes, the Sador Bridge appeared in everyone's sight.

At Shijiān, less than eight hundred meters away from the Sadol Bridge, Niaith finally spotted the Black Iron Dwarves, and at the same time saw the number of these dwarves greatly reduced.

From the information obtained not long ago, there should be more than 30,000 black iron dwarves stationed near the Sadol Bridge, with an average strength of about the third order, most of them are warriors, rangers, and a small number of magicians.

And now it was a mess, full of craters formed by magical explosions, and broken swords stuck in the ground that had not yet been cleaned, and the surface of the hard dirt could still be seen as Yijing turned into jet-black, dry bloodstains.

The dense black iron dwarves are concentrated near the Sadol Bridge, but it can be seen with the naked eye that there are definitely more than 10,000 of these people, and a small number of them are wrapped in bandages, as if they have just experienced a big battle.

"This is" Nièss was stunned for a moment, then mǎshàng reacted, drew her sword and galloped wildly, while shouting: "Warriors, mǎshàng attack!

"Kill!"

The sergeants of the First Legion, as well as the members of the various escorts, this shihou also reacted, with a look of surprise in his eyes, and drove the war horse under him, and the follower Niès, rushed towards the wèizhi where the Black Iron Dwarves had gathered.

Six or seven thousand fire-breathing sergeants with eyes formed an indestructible iron stream, exuding a murderous aura that soared into the sky, and they accelerated and sprinted like tigers descending from the mountain, stretching out their fangs and claws towards the black iron dwarves. (To be continued.) )