The Courier smiled. At this moment, she and the Hippogriff were soaring over the woods. They have penetrated deep into the territory of the Night Elves, and riders and mounts alike know that flying through trees saves time. Eladria had promised Hadrisha that they would do their best to deliver the report to D'Narsus. Both she and Storm are hell-bent on making that promise happen. What's more, they can't have a bad reputation in the hearts of other partners.

The horned eagle's powerful wings flapped vigorously. Miles of travel were left behind in the blink of an eye, and Eladria let her companion decide for himself when and where to rest; Seasoned riders would never think they knew better than Hippogriffs themselves.

The cool breeze on her face made the Night Elves feel refreshed, and she knew that the same was true of the storm. Eladhia stared at the landscape below and decided to change the direction of her flight, perhaps even shorter in flight. She patted the hawk lightly on the left side of its broad, sturdy neck, using a series of touches to convey her thoughts to the mount. It's much better than shouting in the wind.

Suddenly, without warning, the Hippogriff shook violently, flapping its wings in a startlingly clumsy gesture, and the Night Elf clung to its mount and turned its head to look at the wings to the side.

Two thick crossbow arrows pierced the horned eagle's wings, right next to the muscles. Blood stained his bright wings red, spraying down the treetops below.

Eladhia looked at the other wing, which was also pierced by a third bolt. More blood trickled through his feathers, leaving a trail of blood in the sky.

The arrows were shot very professionally, and the wounds prevented the Hippogriff from continuing to maintain its height. Storm tore at the trees with his front paws and hind hooves, struggling desperately not to fall. The broken branches whipped the messenger, and her mount's efforts became more and more useless.

"Ahh A branch as thick as her arm slammed into the Night Elf's chest, sending Eladhia breathless. Then, she lost her balance and fell backwards.

Storms crash left and right between trees. The sentry finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell off the saddle.

If it weren't for the dense foliage of the forest, Eladhia would have died. She fell one after another on one thick branch, knocking down more and more branches and leaves, and finally accumulating together to stop her fall. Eladhia fell to the ground in a daze, her head and left arm hanging down.

Not far ahead, the wounded Hippogriff was tangled in the trees. The saddle on his back was jammed by several branches, making it impossible for him to move for a while. In a fit of rage, however, the Hippogriff broke free, and the saddlebridge fell a few yards below.

Eladhia heard the Hippogriff's angry voice, and she struggled to sit up, catching a glimpse of him struggling. Her longbow was damaged when it fell, so Eladhia untied it from her shoulder. She was covered in bruises, blood, and a little finger bent at an impossible angle. However, all the Night Elf could think about was her partner and the mailbag. She crawled nimbly towards the storm, only stopping in the middle to catch her fingers in order to grasp the branches better.

The Hippogriff broke free from its saddle, but still turned awkwardly. Before the messenger could climb a few steps, the beast suddenly trampled off the tree that supported him below. He let out a scream and slammed through the layers of foliage, eventually disappearing from Eladria's sight.

She stared at the saddle not far below. As much as she still wanted to help the horned eagle, Eladria knew her job was to retrieve the mailbag. The Night Elf glanced one last time for the storm trail, then jumped towards the saddle.

The branches barely held her weight. Although the Hippogriff did not fall directly on these branches, the branches that fell from them did cause damage. Eladhia quickly picked out the most suitable branch and jumped at it.

She landed no closer to the saddle. However, it was only then that she realized that the big bag was empty. The pouch containing the letter must have fallen somewhere underneath, maybe even on the ground.

Aladria removed her moonblade and placed it on her gauntlet. After a moment of consideration, the sentry took the quiver with him.

Far below, the angry cries of the storm could be heard. The Night Elves began to jump down the branches. Eventually, she saw a small piece of ground...... and pouches.

"Elune is on top!" Eladhia muttered. Ignoring the pain in her fingers, she grabbed the branch and jumped down again.

A flying arrow grazed her ear.

She didn't see the archer, but she could tell where he was from the trajectory of the arrow. Eladhia untied the moonblade and threw it out.

It flew through the remnants of the foliage, quickly disappearing from view.

A gruff voice roared in pain. Moments later, the Moonblade flew back into the Night Elf's hands. Fresh blood was stained on the edge.

The Courier took a deep breath and jumped off the last distance. She could still see where the pouch was, leaning against the trunk of the tree she had just jumped on. Eladhia stretched out her hand—

From behind the trunk of a tree, a blue-faced, fanged orc burst out, holding a great axe in his hand to split the Night Elf in two. He rushed over, his thick braided hair flicking wildly. A sneer erupted on the orc's broad face, revealing a mouth full of teeth. Although his fangs were still intact, some of the other teeth had been broken in the previous battle. This made his otherwise terrifying appearance even more formidable.

The messenger hurriedly raised the moonblade, just in time to block the battle axe's blow. The brute force of the strong orc made her entire arm vibrate. Eladhia gritted her teeth and stuck to the pouch and refused to take a step back.

The grinning orc slashed at him with another axe. The injured Night Elf felt every bone in her body rattle, but she persevered. Still, she knew the stalemate wouldn't last long: more orcs were bound to join the fight.

When the enemy raised her tomahawk again to slash, Eladria took a step back. The orc took the whole action as evidence that the duel-shaped shì was in his favor, and grinned wider.

Eladria threw the moonblade with all her might. It wasn't too far away, but her decisive blow gave the three-edged weapon plenty of power.

A curved blade sank deep into the orc's chest.

The greenskinned warrior's footsteps faltered. Although not yet fatal, the wound is still quite severe. The orc lifted his free hand and tried to pull out the moonblade.

The Night Elves lunged at him. Her opponent staggered back, and she thrust the moonblade deeper. At the same time, she reached for the quiver and grabbed one of the shafts.

Eladhia slammed the tip of the arrow into the orc's throat.

The orc let out a gurgling sound. Despite his life, he clung to the Night Elves. The two fell to the ground together.

The Messenger struggled to get out. She heard the sound of movement not far away, and it didn't sound like a forest creature. Realizing that more orcs were coming, Eladhia finally pushed away the corpse of her enemy. Unfortunately, she couldn't pull out the Moonblade right away.

There was a rustling sound on the left, and Eladhia turned her head to see three orcs rushing towards her from behind a nearby tree. With all her might, Eladhia finally pulled out the moonblade with a pop. She spun around to face the three orcs, knowing that her chances of victory were slim.

Then...... Two more orcs entered the battlefield from the opposite direction, shattering her last hope of escaping with the pouch. Eladria stole a glance at the pouch. As long as she can buy herself a moment, she will at least have a chance to destroy the secret documents inside.

The Night Elf muttered Elune's name, and then rushed towards the three nearest orcs. Her bold move had an effect: the orcs had thought she would break through to the two of them, and they couldn't help but be stunned. Eladhia took the opportunity to lunge and throw the Moonblade as she charged.

The spinning blades forced the three orcs to spread out of each other. The Moonblade screeched past the orcs, then spun back, but instead of heading towards where the Night Elf had been, it flew to meet her where the pouch was.

However, she underestimated the speed of the other two orcs, at least one of them. By the time Eladia received the Moonblade, the orcs had already gotten the pouch. The wild warrior, with the loot in one hand, turned to confront her.

The messenger flicked the moonblade in his hand, and then suddenly flew into the air. Even though the orc weighed far more than her, the force of the kick was enough to make him feel a pound in his chest. Eladhia takes advantage of the victory, hoping to knock him down and get him back to the pouch.

To her surprise, another orc suddenly stood in the way of them. His intrusion gave his comrades a respite, and now two orcs were fighting the weary Night Elves at the same time.

Eladhia knew that the other three orcs were approaching. She was cornered. (To be continued.) )