Garrod hardened, bowed to her goodbye, and walked towards where she had spoken. As he walked, he drew the dagger that hung from his waist. He probably didn't need a weapon...... But now two people have been killed. Even though the dead were all high-class elves, that doesn't mean the killers won't kill those who interfered with their plans.

As he approached the location suggested by Santis, the hustle and bustle of Darnassus seemed to fall silent suddenly. The dark atmosphere of his surroundings is a perfect match for his sister in his eyes. She had always been so hardworking, but Garrod had always been in a state of confusion, and his success, in his own opinion, was more due to chance than ability. However, Garrod still hoped that Mavi would find him useful in the task.

His sister's training ground and his men were empty. A row of wooden training targets scribbled faces seemed to mock his failure to find Mavi. They held wooden swords aloft, and their notched shields were always ready. Despite being brutally slashed, these dummies now looked more powerful than Garrod had thought. The Night Elves looked around, wondering where to go if Mavi didn't show up right away. He considered that she might go to the camp of the upper elves, but quickly ruled out the idea. It was too reckless, even by his sister's standards.

Frustrated that he hadn't been able to find Mavi, Garrod turned around—

He was staring at a man. That must have been one of his sister's caretakers. The armor on her body is similar to that of Mavi, but the color is more dull. Her helmet hung from a branch on the left, as if it had just been taken off by the caretaker. Leaning against the trunk of the tree was her Shadow Crescent Knife.

"You're that person. The young Night Elf said straight to the point. "You're her brother. She looked at him critically. "I thought you were taller. There are also more scars from the war. ”

Her comments made him wonder what Mavi had said of him over the past thousands of years. Could he have disappointed her so much? So much so that she had to imagine in her mind what he was supposed to be like?

Seeing that Garrod did not reply, the caretaker added. "I'm Niva. She began to walk over, moving as fluently as a nightblade leopard. Garrod felt as if she was evaluating her prey. Niva circled around him, surveying Mavi's brother up and down. "No...... That's exactly how you should. Just like her. ”

He didn't know how to answer, so he asked rhetorically. "Where is Mavi? I have something to say to her. ”

"She was here not too long ago. But no sooner had they brought the caster's body than a couple of high-level elves came to take it away. Mavi wasn't too happy about that. She hasn't finished checking it out yet. ”

Niva's tone sounded like she was talking about a chair or something inconsequential. Garrod sighed. "So she's in their camp?"

"Quite possibly. Niva paced to his side. She leaned over, so close that Garrod felt uneasy. "You can wait here with me. She'll be back soon; I'm sure—"

Garrod squeezed past Niva suddenly, but not because of her. He noticed something watching them in the distance—it didn't look like a Night Elf to him.

He heard Niva say something. But Garrod was rushing at the prying figure, and he couldn't hear her. Whoever it was, it was clearly moving quickly from tree to tree. He remembered the creature he had encountered, the creature known as the Werewolf. This isn't the first time they've lurked around in times of trouble.

Garrod walked through the woods, moving mechanically. He was sure that he was following the figure closely, so he just had to cross the tree in front of him and face to the right.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if he had been struck by a hundred bolts of lightning at the same time. Garrod screamed, but he wasn't ashamed. No one can endure such a painful ordeal, and no one will inevitably react in this way.

He threw himself forward—or tried to throw himself forward. In a way, falling to the ground is at least a slight relief from the pain. Garrod desperately wanted to curl up in a ball, praying that the constant electric shock would stop. But some kind of force hindered him. It was as if a net had held him where he was, and continued to endure the pain that had not been relieved in the slightest.

Garrod tried to break free of his arm. If you can get out. He would gladly give up his arms now. It doesn't matter what it takes.

Thoughts of death began to arise in his mind, but the face of Sarah Hill appeared in his mind. She has always loved life, even in its most primitive environment. Such an attitude also infected Garrod, who could never forget the terrible scene of the Battle of the Ancients. She brought him back into the real world in a way that no one else could.

And he knew that she wanted him to live, that he could continue his life, and that he couldn't go with her unless he had to. Feeling her love again, it gave Garrod new strength. The torture continued, but now he had a lifesaver. With Sarah Hill by his side, he can always see hope......

The constant electric shock finally stopped.

Garrod finally collapsed on the grass. He was happy to fall on the soft dirt, which was nothing compared to the pain he had just experienced. The cold ground was against his skin, and it felt very comfortable.

One hand grabbed his left arm. When I first touched him, the sharp pain seemed to have recovered a little. Garrod cowered, afraid that he would suffer the same pain again; But despite the clenching of the fingers, the pain subsided again, and in the end only terrible memories remained.

"Can you hear me?" A strange man's voice asked. "Can you hear me?"

The head of the guard, Sha, replied hoarsely, which was obviously a positive answer to the other party's ears. So he moved Harold to the side, and finally let him lean against a tree.

"I'm sorry," whispered in the ear of the man who rescued him. "I didn't know it was going to be like that. I didn't know what the thing was there. ”

Garrod let out another hoarse sound. His vision was still clouded by tears, so he couldn't see the man beside him clearly.

An unintelligible voice could be heard in the distance, and he felt the man's hands stiffen. Then, the man who had saved Garrod suddenly let go of him. Although the Night Elf hadn't heard anything, he was somehow sure the man had left.

Garrod's breathing gradually returned to normal. His eyes were still full of tears, but he was gradually making out the shapes. Garrod vaguely recognized that he had stepped into a hidden trap. Not far away was the meeting place where Mavi and her caretakers had been, and he thought it might be a trap set by the killers to catch one of them. After all, his sister was in charge of investigating the case.

After about a minute, the faint sound of footsteps alerted him to the fact that someone was approaching. Garrod didn't think it was the man who saved him, and when he heard the man gasp—apparently startled to see him like this—he recognized it as a woman's voice. The captain of the guard could only guess that Niva had finally followed in his footsteps.

"You're still alive......" he heard the caretaker say.

"Of course he's alive," replied another, tougher female voice. Garrod couldn't help but look up when he heard this, only to see a vague figure standing in front of him. "After all, he's my brother. (To be continued......)