The next morning, somewhere southeast of the burning plain.

A strong adult male griffin spreads its wings and flies in the sky at an altitude of several thousand meters, and each time its powerful wings vibrate, it can fly hundreds of meters away, and it is extremely fast to cross mountains and mountains.

If one were to look closely at the top of the mountain, they would easily see that two human men were sitting in front of and behind the griffin's back, which was a few square meters in size.

This griffin was the vehicle that Wendthor ordered to escort Yang Long across the Blackstone Mountains.

Compared to the ride over the Sadol Bridge, Yang Long could be regarded as truly experiencing the taste of Azeroth's top flying tools this time, which made him sigh for a while before giving up.

The griffins of the Second Legion of Stormwind City are not precious pets in the kingdom of Stormwind, which are kept as treasures, whether it is flight speed, flight altitude, or endurance, they have reverted Yang Long's understanding of this creature.

From the dawn to the present, less than three hours have passed, and the griffin has come to a distance of more than 400 kilometers, such a long mountain journey, if you rely on Yang Long's legs to climb over, it will take more than ten days.

Due to the physiological structure, the griffin riders are basically men, and Yang Long has no interest in men at all, and the two of them hurried silently along the way, without the slightest intention of chatting to pass the time.

Therefore, after Yang Long had overcome the initial novelty, he withdrew his gaze from looking down on the earth, and began to recall the thrilling story that Wendsol told yesterday.

Although since two contacts. Reginald Windsor gave Yang Long the impression of a nervous hippie jumper, but when he told the assassination, he was a little incoherent and very serious.

It took a lot of effort for Yang Long to sort out the general content of the story.

According to Marshal Windsor's description, the boundaries of professional inheritance will blur after the magic professionals represented by mages and warlocks in the world of Azeroth reach the super strength level.

Medivan is such an existence, a super-level powerhouse who is proficient in the inheritance of the warlock and mage profession. Legend has it that he has the ability to see through the future. Break through the power of a god like a warped void barrier.

Therefore, Medivan is also called the Astral Mage by later generations.

At the same time, Medivan was also the culprit responsible for the orcs invading the world of Azeroth and conquering Stormwind City, one of the two largest kingdoms of mankind at that time, the capital of the Stormwind Kingdom, which had the title of the Immortal City.

This is also an important reason why the human powerhouses of the Stormwind Kingdom did everything possible to seize the opportunity to assassinate Medivan.

And in order to kill Medivan, who is a super-level powerhouse. The Stormwind Kingdom has paid a terrible price. Even King Ryan-Ureon, who was in the prime of life at the time and was at the peak of the fifteenth rank. In the end, he was seriously injured and died.

According to Wendsol's rough estimate, in order to kill Medivan in that battle, at least thirty pseudo-super-rank powerhouses were sacrificed. After the war, there were also more than a dozen pseudo-super-rank powerhouses who were either crippled, or fell into a frenzy and died of self-harm.

Moreover, the extent of such losses is due to the fact that at a certain moment in the fiercest battle, Medivan, who had been in madness for a long time, suddenly woke up for some reason, and deliberately did not resist and endured two deadly attacks.

Under the super level, there are ants everywhere.

It was because of the loss of so much peak combat power and the loss of the beloved king that led to the final fall of the Stormwind Kingdom, forcing him to flee to Lordaeron for refuge.

Reginald Windsor, who was only a major officer of the ninth rank at the time, miraculously survived, and by chance entered a strange room and saw his destined fate.

"It was at that time that I saw your appearance. Wendsol said, but he was still a little puzzled: "But you are different from other people who are destined to appear in my fate, and I can't fully see through you." ”

Although Yang Long was still very skeptical of Wendsol's words, after getting this answer, the anxiety in his heart was still more or less reduced.

"Can you see the room of fate?" Yang Long, who was sitting on the back of the griffin, felt a little helpless when he thought of Wendsol's later words yesterday: "If there is a chance to find it, then what will my fate be?"

It's a pity that Yang Long's thoughts can only be extravagant, and Windsor has already said very accurately at the end of the story that because of Medivan's death, the half-dimensional tower called Karazan has long been completely engulfed by the twisted void with the fall of the astral mage.

"Alas" The more he thought about it, the more troubled Yang Long sighed, and simply stopped paying attention to this unsolvable question.

Every 4-6 hours of flight of the griffin requires a full day of rest to recuperate, so the distance traveled every day is still not more than 500 kilometers, and this distance is greatly shortened when the weather changes.

But even so, after twenty days, Yang Long finally flew over the mountains of the Burning Plains and the side of the Red Ridge Mountains of the Mountain Province, and entered the northeastern edge of the Ellan Forest

Departing from the garrison of the 2nd Army, in the evening after the eleventh day.

The warm sunset sprinkled on the canopy of the lush dense forest makes the year-round spring of the Elland Forest once again show a sense of warmth and harmony all year round.

This land, which has been completely cultivated by the Stormwind Kingdom for thousands of years, has long been a paradise for the commoners of the Stormwind Kingdom.

There are no harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, no layers of exploitation by large, medium and small nobles, no threat of powerful wild animals, and no harsh environment, this is the most perfect place for human beings to reproduce.

However, due to the impact of the orc war decades ago, the civilians of the Stormwind Kingdom have been reduced by more than half, resulting in the original fertile fertile land being vacant, and even after decades of reproduction, it still has not returned to its former prosperity.

At the same time, because the king was recuperating due to illness, the regent archduke was inactive, and a large number of adventurers appeared in recent years, which led to the emergence of bandits of all sizes in the stable and harmonious kingdom, which posed a great threat to the residents living here.

After years of long-term peace and stability, most of the cities in the Elwyn Forest have not elite escort troops, and can only rely on the city to garrison, and there is no extra strength to enter the forest to clear out bandits.

And the regular army of the Storm Kingdom, without getting the king's order, can only be stationed in their respective stations, so that the bandits who have tasted the sweetness and cannot be beaten have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

The Second Army's battle in the Burning Plains was an unauthorized overstep of Marshal Windsor's authority, so it could not get any assistance or supplementation, and could only rely on the self-organization of the people, barely maintaining an undefeated situation.

If it weren't for Windsor's past exploits, and the fact that the Grand Duke Regent was almost indifferent to politics, such an act would have been convicted of treason and hanged on the gallows.

Because of this, Wendthor has a very poor reputation in the upper echelons of the Stormwind Kingdom, and seems to have provoked some amazing characters, and the griffons of the Second Legion are absolutely unsuitable to go straight to Stormwind City.

"Anyway, that's it, Mr. Grovefe. The griffon rider ended his lengthy narrative and began to control the griffon, landing towards a large city not far ahead.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to send you here, the supreme commander of the city defense army here is from our Second Legion, and through him you can reach Stormwind City by other means. The griffon rider's face was full of helplessness: "After all, we are who we are now"

Yang Long didn't want to say anything more about this, nodded his head to show understanding, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, if they can reach their destination smoothly without getting into trouble, a few months later is not a big deal.

Moreover, Yang Long also wanted to find an opportunity to get to know this kingdom well, which was crucial to what kind of decision he should make when he might face a choice in the future

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