They flew for miles on the back of a griffin and then made a point difference. Well, let's start at the beginning. Khadgar had only summoned one griffon, and it was clearly resistant to Garona's strange appearance. As a result, Khadgar had no choice but to force it to accept. When they flew out of the crater, they could still hear Medivan's loud screams and curses. They flew the griffon in the direction of Stormwind, and Khadgar firmly clamped the griffon's waist with his heels.

For the first part of the journey, they flew at a good speed, but now the griffon suddenly became a little incessant, and seemed to be so agitated that he almost turned the two of them upside down, and reversed course to fly back on his own. Khadgar tried his best to correct the deviation, but the griffon grew more and more agitated.

"What's wrong?" asked Garona, who was behind her, putting her head over his shoulder.

"Medivan is pulling it back," Khadgar said, "and it wants to go back to Karazan." ”

Khadgar desperately twisted the reins and even tried the whistle, but had to throw in the towel. He managed to get the griffon to land on a low rock protruding. Let Garona climb down first, and then slide down herself. As soon as he touched the ground, the griffon could not wait to rise again, and with its huge wings struck the night sky, and climbed up to answer the call of its master.

"Do you think he'll come along?" asked Garona.

"I don't know," Khadgar said, "but I don't want to stay here and die. We'll have to find a way to Stormwind. ”

After trekking for most of the night, they found a muddy rut, which they set as the approximate route to Stormwind and continued along it. There was no sign of being pursued on the road, and there was no strange light in the sky, and at dawn the two of them huddled together under a large cedar and rested for a while.

The next day they did not meet half a living person. Some are just houses that have been burned to the ground and countless new mass graves. Overturned ruts are heavy, and smashing trucks can be seen everywhere. There is also a huge incineration site, and the contents of it have all been burned to ashes. After careful identification, Khadgar realized that this was the way the orcs treated the corpses, after plundering their belongings.

All the animals you see along the way are dead—a smashed farm littered with the carcasses of a pig whose entrails have been hollowed out, a horse that has been chopped alive, leaving only a horribly twisted skeleton. In a solemn atmosphere, the two traveled through one plundered farm after another.

"You guys did a thorough job," Khadgar said at last.

"They are glorified of it," Garona said coldly.

"Glory?" Khadgar looked around, "Glory to destruction, glory to looting, no human army, no human nation will burn everything in their path to the ground, and no one will slaughter living beings without purpose!"

Garona nodded, "That's what the orcs do - leave nothing for the enemy that they might use against themselves in the future." Once they encounter resources that they can't use for a while, whether they are fodder, shelter, or booty, they are all thrown into the fire and burned to the ground, and the territorial borders between the orc clans are almost in ruins, because each side is trying to destroy the other's resources. ”

Khadgar shook his head. "But they are not resources!" he said excitedly, "they are life! This land is green and full of life, full of forests and fields. And now, it's a wasteland. Look at this! How can there be peace between humans and orcs?"

Garona was silent. They remained speechless for the rest of the day, and finally rested in the ruins of a tavern. They slept in separate rooms, he slept in a place that could barely be called a bedroom, and she went around to the kitchen. Neither he nor she lived together.

Khadgar wanted to get some sleep, but his rumbling stomach forced him to get up. They fled Karazan with almost nothing except a few packets of berries and nuts, and they hadn't eaten for a day.

The young mage struggled to free himself from his damp bed of hay, and he felt his limbs go limp. Since he went to study in Karazhan, he has never camped in the wilderness again. He felt like he had become very unpresentable. The fear that had been with him for the past few days had almost completely dissipated, but he still didn't know what to do next.

Obviously, Stormwind is going, but would anyone let someone like Garona into the city? But, then again, it's a question of whether she really wants to go in herself. Now that she's escaped from that tower, maybe it's better for her to return to the Raiding Clan, to return to Gul'dan?

There was a noise on the other side of the tavern collapse. Maybe it's Garona. She must have been as hungry as Khadgar. Although she never said it, Khadgar on the other side of the tavern felt that the orcs must need a lot of food to keep themselves in the best fighting condition at all times.

Khadgar stood, shook off the cobwebs around his head, and poked his head out of the broken window. I wanted to ask her if she had anything left in the kitchen.

- Then he saw a double-edged axe around his neck.

At the other end of the great axe is a turquoise orc face. Real orcs. Khadgar only now understood how accustomed he had become to Garona's face. The exaggerated chin and slanted eyebrows in front of him really startled him.

The orc roared, "Huh?"

Khadgar slowly raised his hands as he concentrated on gathering his magical energy. A single spell can knock them out, then go to Garona and leave with her.

Unless they were the one Galona had brought, he suddenly realized.

He hesitated for a moment, which gave the other party an opportunity. He heard the wind behind his head, but before he could turn his head, a huge weight was pressed against the back of his neck.

He now regretted not leaving the place sooner, and half a dozen orcs poured into the house and cleared the gravel barrier with their axes. They wore green armbands. The Blood Cave Clan, his memory says. He struggled, and the first orc, the one with the double-edged axe, began to question him again.

"Ni Di is in Nali?" said the orc, "Ni Ba has hidden in Nary?"

"What did you say?" Khadgar asked, wondering if the orc had a problem with his teeth or his own ears.

"Your baggage," the orc said word for word, "your goodies." You're empty-handed, where did you hide it?"

Khadgar blurted out without thinking about it: "No luggage." Lost. No luggage. ”

The orc sniffed. "Then die!" he roared, reining the axe. (To be continued.) )