Someone cast an enchantment there. Gianna couldn't say exactly what kind of magic the person was using, but she could be sure that the barrier—unlike the others—was only used to block teleportation. It's to protect something in the barrier.

Gianna stood up and focused. Before teleporting herself to Scar Heights, she pulled out a piece of dried meat from the pouch on her belt. This was another lesson that Antonidas had taught her. He says that magic is exhausting and that the only way to replenish it is to eat meat. "A lot of mages," he said, "are getting thinner and thinner because they're busy casting spells. This is because they forgot that the mage also has to eat. ”

Her jaw ached from chewing on jerky, but her energy quickly regained. Gianna recited the incantation, teleporting herself to Scar Heights, an extension of the enchantment on the Highlands to be exact.

Eating before casting can also be disadvantageous. She often thinks of the rumbling sound of her stomach as she digests something indigestible as a side effect of casting spells. But when she stood on the cliff of the high ground, she had already forgotten about the sound. Gianna stood, with the abyss behind her and a large sloping meadow in front of her. She didn't have much place to stand.

Although the barrier was not visible to the naked eye, Gianna could feel it. It's not very powerful. But if it's only for hiding, it really doesn't need to be too strong—Gianna is increasingly certain that this barrier is for hiding—and it's better not to be too strong, or any mage will find it casually.

So close, Gianna could even smell magic. When she was fighting with Medivan, she had smelled this magic. It was Tirisfar's magic—but its guardians were all dead, including Medivan, the last Guardian.

To move the barrier out of the way, Gianna only needed a simple gesture. She patrolled the high ground as she walked. She also casts an invisibility spell on herself so that others can't see her.

At first, all she saw were ordinary things: meadows, fruit-bearing bushes, and some ordinary trees. A gust of wind blew from the Endless Sea, turning into a whirlwind when it reached the highlands, whirring her white cloak. While he was still in the Thunder Mountains, the sky was full of clouds. But because of the very high altitude, the sky is still sunny. Gianna lifted the hood from her cloak and began to enjoy the sun and sea breeze.

It didn't take long for her to see something unusual: the fruit on the bushes had just been plucked. She walked up the hillside. I saw a well with some firewood next to it. There is a big wooden house next to a big tree. At the back of the hut were rows of plants - mostly vegetables, but some spices.

After a while, a woman appeared. She was dressed in a shabby pale blue linen skirt and was barefoot. She was slowly walking towards the well. Gianna noticed that the woman was very tall—at least much taller than her. And she's old. Although her face is full of wrinkles. But Gianna was sure she must have been a beauty in the past. She had white hair and a faded silver crown on her head. She also has a pair of turquoise eyes, which go well with the jade necklace she wears around her neck.

At this moment, Gianna's hairs stood on end. She recognized her. Although they had never met, she had heard her teacher mention it several times—her height, her blond hair, the crown on her head, and especially her eyes. No one could fail to remember such a pair of turquoise eyes.

It had to be her. No wonder Gianna smells that smell. But didn't she die a long time ago......

The woman crossed her hands on her hips and said, "I know you're there, don't waste your stealth anymore." She shook her head, walked to the well, and took the rope in one hand and lowered the bucket. "Honestly. They really didn't teach you young mages anything. You've trampled all the violets. ”

Gianna appeared. The woman made a tsk sound as she put down the rope.

"My name is Gianna Prodmoore. I am the leader of Theramore, a tribe of humans on this continent. ”

"Good. When you get back to this Theramore, practice stealth. You can't even hide from me. ”

Gianna's mind turned, and she immediately realized that this woman could not be someone else and must be her, although it was impossible at all, "Magna, it's an honor to meet you, I always thought you had-"

"Dead?" The woman began to pull the rope back, her lips slightly open as she lifted a bucket full of water. "I'm dead. Gianna of Theramore, Queen of Prodmore -- I hope you don't mind. But please stop calling me 'Magna'. The time is different, and the place is different. I'm not that woman anymore. ”

"The name will always be yours, Magna. I don't know what else to call you. ”

"Nonsense. If you have to call my name. Call me Egwen. ”

Over the years. Lexa, the last member of the Mokonasar tribe, had been wandering alone on the continent of Kalimdor, accompanied only by a large brown bear, Misha. Lexa is of both orc and ogre blood. Like his dead people, he abhorred deceit, ruthlessness, and incessant warfare. It is ironic that these wars are all under the banner of civilization without exception. Truth be told, the civilization Lexa has seen in Misha's bear-like companions and the sea wolves of Winterspring Valley is much better than any human, elven, dwarven, or troll city built by the unbridled nature of Guò.

Lexa likes to live a life of freedom and wandering. If he had to point out a place that could be called home, he would only say that he had a home in Durontar. When the Orcs founded the country, Lexa helped an orc who wanted to deliver a message to Thrall. The orc was dying. His mission became his last wish, and Lexa helped him deliver the letter to Thrall. He finds himself back in the life of the orcs, before Gul'dan and his Shadow Council destroyed the life of a once-glorious race.

Despite the honor of being given the supreme honor of calling Thrall a friend and swearing allegiance to Thrall, and despite his excellent efforts to help the Orcs repel Colonel Proudmoor's attack and fulfill his promise, he ultimately chose to wander. While Durontar has also become a powerful nation with its own towns, inhabitants, and laws, Lexa was born to quell the strife and chaos of the world.

Without warning, Misha suddenly ran up.

After a moment's hesitation, Lexa also ran with his companion. He didn't expect to catch up with the four-legged animal, but his two naturally strong legs were enough to keep Misha in his field of vision. Misha doesn't leave her companions behind and run away alone for no reason.

They came to a place near the coast, full of lush weeds. It may be very difficult for ordinary people to traverse this meadow, but Lexa and Misha have the strength, and they can even turn the grass over if they want to.

After a minute, Misha stopped. It couldn't see anything in the grass higher than a person's shoulder. Lexa slowed down, one hand gripping the axe tied behind his back.

He saw—and Misha smelled—the corpse of an orc, covered in blood. He knew that the orc might have died due to blood loss.

Lexa's hand hung to the side and shook his head helplessly.

"A fallen warrior. It's a pity that he died so alone, without even a partner to fight alongside him. ”

Just as the half-breed tramp was about to pray for the brave orc's soul to rest in peace, he heard a faint voice.

"Also...... Not yet...... Die. ”

Misha roared, as if frightened by the orc who could still talk. Lexa lowered his head, scrutinizing the body he thought was dead. He found that one of the orc's eyes was missing, but the eyeless socket had healed, so he only needed to use one hand to examine the orc's other eye. The orc blinked.

"Fire Blade...... Clan...... To get to Orgrimmar, remind...... Thrall, Fireblade ......"

Lexa didn't see any significance in the name of the "Fire Blade", but it was clear that the warrior was holding on to his last breath in order to report the information to Thrall. Remembering the oath she had made to the chief, Lexa asked with concern, "What's your name?"

"Bye...... Bylock. ”

"Don't be afraid, brave Bylock. I am Lexa of the Mokonasar Clan, and I swear to you that Misha and I will watch you go to Orgrimmar to deliver information to the Chief. ”

"Thunder...... I know...... You...... We've got to ...... Hurry up ......"

The half-breed wasn't sure if he knew him too, but that didn't matter anymore. With rare tenderness, he slowly picked up Byrok's bloodied body and placed it on Misha's broad back. Misha didn't show the slightest hint of resistance - although the bear hadn't made any vows, its bond with Lexa was unbreakable. As long as Lexar asks for it, it is willing to do anything.

Without a word, Lexa and Misha turned and walked towards Orgrimmar to the west. (To be continued.) )