Danas slammed his right fist into the palm of his left hand. "The orcs are now at your fingertips!" He shouted, "All we need to do now is rush in and find them!"

"Yes, but not now," Tasresa replied, one of Arelia's rangers. Somehow, in the pursuit of the Horde, he became an advisor to Danas. Despite his cold attitude, he said most of the things correctly, so Danas liked him very much.

"We need to wait until tomorrow morning. ”

"By tomorrow morning, they'll all be underground," Danas objected. He looked down at the emaciated elven ranger with tawny hair, and then walked through the bone-strewn wasteland to the massive ruins that rose from the ground in the distance. "If we start attacking now, we can take them down in one fell swoop before they settle down to build fortifications!"

"Look around you," Tasresa admonished. "Maybe you can vote at any time. {}{}. On the battlefield, but not your soldiers. Now it's getting dark, and they're tired. Are you willing to let them stumble underground, face those threats in the dark, and be too tired to withstand an orc ambush?"

Danas looked at the elf with anger and pain on his face. "They killed Kudran!"

The news shocked a group of soldiers, already exhausted by Danas's drive. When the Hammer Dwarves returned, tears welled up in their eyes at the death of their countrymen, including their beloved leader. Danas didn't want to see the dwarves crying, so he forced himself to turn his face away. He has lost a lot of his comrades, and now. His bluntness. The dwarves who bring joy to people all the time are also ...... Before these damn greenskins are stopped. How many more will they lose?

"I know," Tasresa whispered. "But if you take these tired soldiers into battle to avenge him, it is a blasphemy against his heroic spirit. They will only accompany him to death. ”

Danas frowned, but he knew that the elf was right. Ever since the Orc Fortress, he had been pushing his soldiers to go full speed so that he could catch up with Neozu's forces in time. But ironically, even now they have caught up with the orcs. These weary soldiers couldn't do anything about the orcs.

"One night," he said at last. "We set up camp here for a night's rest. Tomorrow at dawn we will attack. ”

"Wise," Tasresa agreed. As usual, Danas couldn't tell if the Ranger was sarcastic or sincere. He decided not to think about the tone of the elf's voice, but to just look at its literal meaning.

"Dismiss the soldiers and set up camp," Danas instructed his lieutenant. "We attack at dawn. He relieved himself of the task and left it to his deputy, and then dismounted, and went to the river with his thirsty and tired horse to drink. He scooped up a handful of water. Splash it on his dusty and sweaty face, and then take a few sips of water. Then he walked back and eventually collapsed in his tent.

A few hours later, Danas woke up. To his surprise, there were not only several tents set up nearby, but also several small fortresses, roughly enclosing a huge square.

"What does that mean?" He asked Sergeant Herrick. "We were only here for one night. ”

Herrick shrugged. "One of the things mentioned is that this is a good place to build a fortress," he explained. "They wanted to set up a base here, and I didn't see anything wrong with that, so I said yes. The construction was completed quickly because the elves also helped. ”...

"Given the sacrifice of our dwarven friends, I think this should be a good memorial," Tasresa explained as she emerged from the shade of the tree and walked over to them. "After all, we are an ally, and building a fortress would be a good symbol. ”

Danas glared at the Elven Ranger. "You said how tired my soldiers were! And now you don't let them rest, and let them cut down trees to build some kind of fortress?"

Tasresa smiled and said, "It's just a few houses, and everyone matches each other, so they don't get tired of work." See for yourself the results. Danas looked in the direction the elves pointed: dwarves, elves, and humans stood together, talking in low voices. They still looked tired, but they were all smiling. As they spoke, one of Danas' soldiers patted the elf and dwarf on the shoulder.

"Your soldier is right. Not only is this forest strategic, but it's also the only piece of land we've seen on the planet that isn't red. At least the forest is still full of life. If we come back here one day and finish the work we started today, we should name it 'Erelia Sentry.'" It's a fitting name, as the orcs have destroyed vast swathes of Quel'Thalas' forest, and it makes sense that we occupy the only place on this abandoned continent that is still green. Even if we can't come back, when the Alliance forces enter the forest, they can still use it for themselves. ”

In this short speech, Danas hears the passion of Tasresa that he had never discovered before. He glanced at his soldiers again, then nodded. "Let's get rid of the orcs first, eh?"

He took the food from Herrick, found a quiet campfire, sat down next to it, and began to eat. When he had finished eating, he stretched out his legs, crossed his arms over his chest, leaned his back against the trunk behind him, and fell asleep again.

Danas was struck by some strange chirp and shouting in Salas. He stood up and asked, "What's going on?"

In the midst of the confusion, he did not receive any verbal reply. Danas ran towards the source of the noise and saw about a dozen elves piled on top of something, which was screaming like this.

"Stand back!" He commanded. Reluctantly, the elves stood up and patted the dust off their bodies. Two elves kept watchful on one of the strangest things Danas had ever seen. The trespasser was dressed in dark purple robes. But the robe had been torn. It was still stained with blood and grass. It's about the size of a human. There are arms and legs, but that's all there is to it and the human imagination.

In its hood is not a human face, but a bird's head.

Its face is long and pointed, mostly occupied by its shiny purple beak. Its long, narrow, oval eyes glowed yellow at night. Above each eye is a collection of feathers that resemble human eyebrows, with red, purple, golden, and brown feathers growing on its head, equivalent to human hair. One of its eyes was closed, and it seemed that the elves were unkind to their captives.

"What kind of creature are you? What are you sneaking around our camp for?" Tasresa asked.

"You're working in vain," Danas said. "He doesn't understand our language. ”

"But Gryzker, yes! He understands! He doesn't want to hurt!" The creature's voice sounded like some kind of bizarre trill, but it was understandable. Danas winked at him. ...

"He's like a trained parrot...... You can speak, but you don't know what you're talking about. A soldier muttered, raising a fist to silence the birdman.

"No, wait a minute," Danas ordered. "Say it again. ”

"Gryzk! He doesn't want to hurt, no, no! He just wants to know -- who are you? Why are you here?"

Danas looked at Tasresa. The other shrugged and took a step back. Let Danas continue the interrogation.

"Your name is Gryzk?" Seeing him nod vigorously, Danas continued, "Answer our questions, and maybe we'll answer you." What are you?"

"Gryzk is a raven," replied the birdman, his pronunciation odd, and every time he said a word, there was a whistling and sighing around him. "Ancient race. Perhaps the oldest in the world. Gryzke is curious, don't hurt!"

"You keep saying that, but why are you spying on us? How did you learn our language?"

"The Raven Man is clever," said Gryzke proudly, "cleverly. Gryzke follows you, listens to you, learns quickly! Curious. ”

"Are the Raven People friends or enemies of the tribe?"

The remark elicited his most agitated reaction yet. The feathers on Gryzk's face suddenly fluffed up like a frightened bird. "Gryzke is afraid of them and hates them...... I...... Yes. It wasn't bad before. I've seen it. But now ......" he shuddered.

Danas saw that Gryzk was not a real threat. He nodded to the two elves who were still clutching the raven and told them, "Give him some water and help him heal." Then he said to Gryzker, "Explain. ”

"Raven Man, ancient. We don't mess with people. But! We look at the peace-loving draenei, the primitive orcs! But who would have thought? The orcs are crazy. What the...... We don't know. Even though he was wearing a thick robe, he trembled, his feathers floating uncomfortably until he tried his best to continue. "Orcs and draenei are not friends...... But they don't hate. Esteemed. ”

"Stop, stop," Danas said, holding out a hand. "Slow down. Orcs and Draenei Drenei?"

"This world, they call it Draenor, yes. They are proud and name the world after themselves. They are strong...... Once upon a time. ”

"You say there's some kind of madness...... The orcs attacked the Draenei?"

Gryzke nodded. "Yes, yes. There used to be a lot, a lot of draenei. They use bright lights. Stayed here for a long time. They think they're good and strong, unstoppable, nobody, nobody. But the orcs ......" Gryzk let out a "whoop", waving his arms in front of him. "It's gone. Only a few are still there. The once haughty Draenei is now hiding. (To be continued......)

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