With an awkward silence, the griffon detachment quickly skimmed the sky and disappeared into the horizon of the Hellfire Peninsula.

The location of the Hellfire Fortress itself was on the border of the peninsula, and within a few hours, the view in front of Goodman gradually softened.

Talado, far from the radiation of evil energy, still seems to be thriving here. The terrain of Tarador is low, and the monsoon stays here, so there is a lot of rain throughout the year. Not only is there a large area of lakes and streams, but the fact that the land is dying is well obscured by the freshwater, fed by a variety of towering trees and huge fungi.

Yes, even with the abundance of land, Talado is still slowly dying.

Hidden under the huge canopy are the corpses of new seedlings that cannot be nourished by the sun. A large number of animals are hunted uncontrollably by the tribes, and new plants cannot grow and reproduce in the land that hides evil energy, and only the weeping and old giant trees can temporarily borrow nutrients from the depths of the earth to continue their lifeless life.

Not only nature, but other life is also in a dead silence.

Goodman looked at the vague city-state far to the west, and his heart suddenly fell into an incomparably heavy heart. Shattrath, once bathed in the city of divine radiance, is now like a corpse, collapsed under the dim sky.

Even from such a distance, Goodman could faintly see the crumbling walls and dilapidated houses.

It was precisely because of the miracle and splendor that Goodman felt more and more uncomfortable as he looked at the ruins. It's like opening a history book for the first time, carefully reading the magnificence of the Old Summer Palace, and on the next page, you suddenly see the iron hooves of barbarism and violence trampling it.

In a trance, the flames and shouts of killing were vivid, and the wails and screams were endless.

"You've been here, haven't you?"

Aurelia is a High Elf, and Queldore's natural affinity with the forest and nature makes her feel the sadness of the land so well that even her voice becomes very suppressed.

Goodman did not reply, as if he had been deeply shocked by this dead silence of the land without the slightest natural sound.

Thankfully, Aurelia didn't expect him to answer her head-on.

After a brief hesitation, the Ranger tentatively asked, in a very careful voice, "Yes, can you tell me the ......story?"

Hearing such a hesitant statement, Goodman finally came back to his senses and looked at Aurelia's side face in surprise. It was the first time he had seen this Nizi look so unruly.

But soon, after capturing the unnaturalness on the other side's face, Goodman understood. Aurelia had a lot to ask herself, but because of her own concealment, she knew she couldn't pry this guy's mouth open no matter what. But after all, the two of them are like mirrors, and the silence along the way makes Aurelia more and more unbearable, and she can only use this way to break the deadlock.

After all, it wasn't true that she came with her just to work as a driver for Goodman.

The knight didn't reply in time, he looked into the distance, and his mind was full of thoughts. It wasn't until he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the intense loss that flashed across Aurelia's face that he felt a pang of heartache inexplicably.

Just as Aurelia lowered her head in despair, Goodman's voice suddenly rang out. Different from the immaturity and out-of-tact in the past, his current voice is only calm and magnetic. If before he was an ignorant teenager, now he is like a bard who has traveled all over the country and experienced many disasters. On the mountains, suing the ocean, he can still be stable without changing his face, and he is full of unique male charm.

"This land once inhabited Draenor, the most powerful and united race besides the orcs. Like the orcs, they are outsiders from another world, but unlike the orcs, they love peace and yearn for peace. ”

"Draenei, in their own language, is the meaning of exiles...... Goodman deliberately avoided the heavy topic of how the land had gone from thriving to so silent, deliberately directing the other's attention to the prosaic but desirable daily life of the Delaney.

Having experienced the devastation of the Orc Wars, Aurelia can experience the preciousness of this ordinary life. She is not shy about saying that even for a long time in the past, she also longed for such a day.

Mortals, who are accustomed to living in groups, have a choice, and it is better to be with their loved ones than to wear breathless armor all day long, and to guard against the blood and death of their enemies day and night.

Thinking of this, Aurelia somehow suddenly raised her head and quietly glanced at the knight behind her. In a trance, that ordinary face slowly changed.

However, before the lingering face in her mind coincided with the knight in front of her, the warmth revealed on the other party's face made her frown reflexively.

"The girl's name was Iriel, and I still remember her innocent smile. Goodman, no, it should be said that Lanlos, who seems to have gradually forgotten himself due to over-investment, "Pretty and generous, kind to others, that little girl's charm makes me envious......"

"Yi, Rui, Er~. Whispering the name word by word, Aurelia deliberately dragged out the tail note for a long time, "I guess she should be pretty, right?"

No matter how sluggish Lanlos was, he would not have overlooked such an obvious detail. Coupled with a lack of heart for no reason, he immediately retracted his tongue, omitted countless articles in the middle, and quickly changed the topic.

"Yes, it's a pity that the world is unpredictable, and the attack of the orcs ruined everything. Lanlos sighed heavily, and then said in a very embarrassed tone, "Do you know how the tribe was founded?"

Despite her concern for that Iriel, Aurelia is a fine woman, a Ranger Lord admired by all. It's not her style to entangle a person she has never met. In contrast, the origins of the tribe caught her attention more.

"I don't know, let's talk about it. ”

Smiling slightly, Lan Luos suddenly felt a sense of self-satisfaction in his heart.

The master has been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he has never seen any cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods all the way, and he can't guess you? hehe......

But then again, it seems that the time between the two has not been peaceful, and it has not been as long as expected. When did he know so much about her?

Aurelia, on the other hand, trembled more and more visibly as she listened to Lanlos speak of the crimes of the Horde and the Burning Legion, and the hand holding the reins trembled more and more obviously.

Seeing the delicate body that was close at hand and trembling with the anger and hatred that gradually thickened, Lanlos seemed to see an invisible mountain, pressing on her shoulders. After a slight pause, he reached out and wrapped his arms around the ranger's slender waist.

Shocked, Aurelia's eyes widened. Reason forced her to have the idea of breaking free at the first time, but as she leaned into the other party's arms, the powerful heartbeat that could be clearly felt even through the armor made her feel as if she couldn't use the strength in her body.

Under the dead earth and oppressive sky, this inexplicable but incomparably hot emotion seems so strong and turbulent. Aurelia didn't say a word, and a voice in her head kept echoing like hypnosis, making her brain, which was full of coldness and moral entanglements, gradually empty, and just like that, she didn't think about anything, and quietly leaned on the other party's arms.

Here, no one will know all this, here, only her, and him.

Think of it as a dream, even if it's just a dream......

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