At dawn the next day, before the sun jumped out of the ground, the group set off. The hotel owner's blessing, their supplies were already ready, tied to the saddle of each Kodo beast - Grosk was busy for most of the night.

"Go and kick their ass hard. Those fire-blade orcs deserve to be enslaved by demons for the rest of their lives!" At the checkout, the orc said angrily. In order to show his support for the chief, he gave Dezko a heavy discount and gave a whole bag of immortal juice bitter wine so that they could drink on the way.

The female orc businessman Harga Blood-eyed caravan was also accompanied by them. The one-eyed orc also noticed the abnormality of Razor Ridge and set off with them. According to previous practice, her goods were originally intended to be taken away from Razor Ridge.

"Although this batch of goods can be sold at a better price in Orgrimmar, people along the way will have to double the cost of freight alone. It's a big loss." Riding on the back of the Kodo beast, Blood Eyes calculating while carrying his fingers, complaining dissatisfied.

"You can wait in Razor Ridge for a while, and it's not too late to take the goods when the situation stabilizes." Dezko suggested from the side.

"Come on, man," the female orc looked at him with contempt, "Is there another businessman in the entire Razor Ridge who focuses on business? Even if the goblins' shops have closed down, what do you know when those Fire Blade Orcs will make trouble?"

"I don't think it's a big deal. Apart from sending leaflets and shouting slogans, those guys from the Fire Blade clan did nothing?" Dezko asked in confusion.

"No, this is just an appearance. Who knows how many times they have gathered in secret? Are there any other plans? Peaceful or violent? They cannot do all this without conspiracy. I believe that what we see is just the tip of the iceberg." Diago explained on the side. When it comes to politics, most people think of words such as dirty, ugly, dark, and filth. In these aspects, the orcs' methods are not inferior to humans. You must know that the father of the chief Thrall, the patriarch of the Frost Wolf clan, Durotan, died of a political assassination.

"It's true." Blood Eye said in agreement, "If I continue to stay in Razor Ridge, once there is a riot, all my goods will be washed away. You must know that during the Orc War, the Fire Blade Clan was famous for being able to rob, and their relatives did not recognize them, whether it was to rob humans or other Orc Clans."

Dezko opened his mouth wide and speechless.

...

The sun jumped out from the distant ground level, bringing dazzling sunlight and scorching heat to this land without vegetation. But at this time, the group no longer worried about this. They were walking in a narrow valley.

As its name means, the Hanshui Valley is a valley left after the drying of the river in ancient times. To be precise, it is not like a river valley, but more like a semi-enclosed corridor. This valley eroded by the water flow is very narrow, probably barely able to accommodate two carriages in parallel. The river banks on both sides are steep and almost upright. In many places, long eaves-like rocks extend out at the top of the river bank, covering most of the sky. The sunlight shines in from the gaps between the rocks, bringing some light to this place.

It is difficult to see gravel on the riverbed, leaving only the washed smooth and flat hard rocks, which is simply a natural road. However, there is not nothing here. Near the rock wall, you can occasionally see some broken carriages and discarded debris. The traces of knife and axe chopping on it all show that they were not abandoned by the owner.

"Be careful, there are often some hawk robbers here. Although there are not many people, they are very troublesome." Blood Eye reminded.

"If they were smart enough, they shouldn't have a bad idea to see so many of us." Dezko said indifferently. He used the word "they", which showed that he was not ignorant of this creature, because almost all records show that there is no male among the harps.

"Should we send someone to climb up and take a look?" Diago looked up at the cliffs on both sides and asked in a low voice. Walking in such an alley-like river, Diago always felt a little scared. He was not worried that someone would attack from above, because the protruding stone eaves would block most of the attacks for them, and due to the contrast of light and darkness, the attackers would not see anything after seeing from above.

What he was worried about was that if someone blocked both ends and caught a turtle in a jar, they would have to wipe out the entire army. Moreover, in such a place that is not conducive to the circulation and spread of air, once the enemy threw down some flammable material, then put a big fire. Not to mention burning, it would choke the person to death.

However, this worry disappeared after he saw several passages leading to other places. It was the river channel eroded by the tributaries of this river. These dark and deep river channels washed the high ground like a maze. With these forks, the druids used hurricane techniques to disperse the smoke.

They did not explore the maze at all, but went north along the main stream. It seemed as if Dezko had said that the hawks were frightened by their numbers until they came to the middle of the valley, and no winged creature appeared.

Just when they thought the next journey would be smooth sailing, a hawk flapped his wings and slowly descended over the distant river valley.

"Stop, the tauren, this road is blocked!" she shouted loudly.

This strange creature has a light and slim body and beautiful appearance. It looks like a nearly **** night elf, with only a few pieces of cloth covering her legs. But her arms and feet have been alienated into a structure similar to bird's claws. Her scalp is bunched with feathers, and her hips are dragged with long tail feathers behind her hips.

The veiled man grew a pair of vulture-like wings on his arms. The wings kept flapping up and down, maintaining her body more than one foot from the ground - their feet, which looked like bird claws, were no longer suitable to stand on the ground.

Diago heard the sound of bird wings slapping over the valley, and it was obvious that this hawk was not from alone.

"We can pay a portion of the gold coins as the expense of passing your territory." Dezko said loudly. This is the usual practice of the caravans here. Unless necessary, they rarely fight to the death with these geeks, because like all female creatures, these birds are fickle and impermanent, and they hold grudges, and they almost revenge. Once they see blood, they are often the scene where the whole clan is dispatched and will never die. Of course, these paid gold coins must also be calculated into the freight cost.

"No, no one is allowed to pass today!" the eagle man shouted firmly, sounding that there was no room for negotiation.

"This is not in line with the rules," Harga Blood Eye drove away his Kodo Beast mount and took two steps forward. To be honest, she has taken this trade route more than once, and is more familiar with the rules than anyone in the team. "We pay and then pass. This rule was set by Thrall and your patriarch. It has been implemented for a long time. We must know the reason why you did this today and will file a complaint with the chief!"

"No reason, just complain to your chief." The hawk refused with a smile. The smile on her face looked a little weird, as if she was mocking something.

"This is not normal," Bain turned his head and whispered to Diago. "Her purpose seems to be just to delay time and prevent us from going to Orgrimmar."

"I can guess why they did this. I could smell the conspiracy between hundreds of yards. This must be the cause of the Fire Blade clan." Diago whispered, and he slowly reached out to the musket inserted in the saddle bag, "I inform everyone quietly and prepare for battle."
Chapter completed!