"Wow—oh—!" Diago Asnar almost shouted out to express his surprise. Although he had seen the druids casting spells more than once in the game before traveling through time, it was just a simple spell effect - a ball of green light or a ball of white light, which was clearly visible from the stretching and twisting of each tender leaf in front of him, and it was simply incomparable. Diago could even clearly see that the goose yellow fluff on the tender leaves was swaying gently with the breeze.

"Shh--" The night elf made a gesture of silence, "Speak softly, don't let the orc guard hear it." He gently stretched out his hand from the gap in the cage and came to the copper lock that locked the cage.

Just as Diago Asnar was watching, the bud continued to grow. He saw a part of the tip of the buds reaching into the keyhole, and then a few seconds later, the plant seemed to have completed its growth, and began to become hard and its color turned black and brown.

"A very simple trick - controlling plants, the basic skills of druids, not even the most superficial spells." Masley introduced with a smile, but Diago could see the pride on his face, which made Diago almost instinctively determine the age of the night elf.

Although almost every night elves has no difference in length for humans, it can be distinguished from their face patterns, their eye color, their long ear shape, etc. However, even the most experienced players are difficult to judge the age of night elves. Oh, of course, except for those with more unique shapes - such as the big druid Malfurion Storm with a large beard. However, Diago has some unique insights into this.

Due to the existence of the Well of Eternity, the night elves are almost immortal, which also leads to the extremely long childhood of the night elves. Compared with humans who can be adults at the age of eighteen or even lower, in a simple elves society, the night elves need hundreds or even nearly thousands of years to become adults. When you face a hundreds of years old dark night monster, you rarely know that his psychological age may be equivalent to a human teenager. Some of his childish behaviors are simply incredible to an adult human. Diago relies on these to judge the age of a night elves.

According to his observations, this night elf may be only six or seven hundred years old, which is equivalent to a human teenager about fourteen or fifteen years old. He is in his youth rebellious period, and it is likely that the Qiao family will run away.

Masley Bearskin didn't notice that he had been guessed by this human being. He smuggled the plant key with pride. With a slight sound, the lock opened. But he immediately locked the lock again, and pulled the plant key out of the keyhole and threw it on the ground - even the most imaginative orc would not associate the crooked branches with the key together.

Accompanied by a heavy footstep, a brown-skinned orc walked out of the mist of rain in the distance. He had a typical orc face, a narrow forehead, a wide chin, a pair of light yellow eyes, and a shiny head without a single grass. Two sharp fangs pierced up from his jaw and poked out his mouth, making him look fierce and cruel.

He was holding a heavy battle axe. It seemed that after more than one battle, the axe blade was covered with gaps of all sizes, looking like a saw blade. If it were in the hands of dwarves or even humans, the axe would have been thrown away long ago - the rough forging technology and iron make it not even worth re-creating, but for the orc tribe, which lacks iron products, it is still a good weapon that makes people jealous. He shines the cold light of it, which is extremely sharp.

The orc was wearing a leather armor made of simple animal skin. Only the armor on the shoulders was made of iron, but the workmanship looked rough. However, he should like this armor very much. Diago saw that the armor was shiny and tiles were shiny. Even the cracks and layers of forging defects were carefully repaired. At the left shoulder of the armor close to the heart, he used some red pigment - according to the orc tradition, Diago determined that it was the blood of some intelligent creature - and painted a red dragon-head logo.

Red Dragon Head? Brown Skin? Diago knew that it was the symbol of the Dragon Throat Clan. Although this clan had also drunk the blood of demons, their skin did not turn green, which is very puzzling. You should know that even the Frost Wolf clan, which did not drink the blood of demons, turned into green skin under the long-term invasion of the evil energy in the orcs of other clans.

If it was a Dragon Roar Orc, he could basically determine where it was - the wetland! Only the climate there was in line with this wet and damp weather. More importantly, before the catastrophe, the Dragon Throat Orcs had been active in the wetland area, and the Grembato Fortress in the east of the wetland was the old nest of the Dragon Throat clan.

Unlike those players who are addicted to dungeons, battlefields and equipment, Diago is completely fascinated by the entire grand Azeroth world. Over the past ten years, he has traveled to every corner of the world. Every deep cave and every broken ruin is printed with his exploration footprints. He knows very well every character of Azeroth, and even the story behind every named weapon. He knows clearly whether it is Azeroth's long history or the events that have happened in Azeroth in the past ten years.

More than once, someone told him that this was just a game, everything was false and fictional, the world did not exist at all, it was a utopia, but he still stubbornly played his role in this game. Almost no one knew that he once gave him a serious gift to the Alliance soldiers who paid tribute to him, and he also used goblin pacemakers to civilian NPCs who fell when they failed in the escort mission, trying to save their lives in vain. He was like Don Quixote who was addicted to the Knights story, and this game was as indispensable as air to him. And he was like integrating into this world, like a fish in water and knew everything.

Now it seems that perhaps this will be his greatest capital to survive in the Azeroth world.

The orcs approached and stopped in front of the night elves' cage. Masley Bearpie shrank and lowered her head, hiding in the cage like a quail, looking extremely frightened. This is a good idea. The orcs who advocate power like the most is to see the fear of weak creatures, which always makes their hearts full of inflatable power.

"What a great acting!" Diago sighed in his heart. At this moment, the orc with great satisfaction of vanity came to his cage. Well, the time for acting was up. He turned his head in a daze, and looked at the orc with a dull look like a human being beaten to death. "Now, I am the Oscar winner, I am Tom Hanks, I am Denzel Washington, I am Nicholas Cage..." He murmured in his heart. The poor brain capacity of the Dragon Roar Orc was obviously not enough to see through this acting school. He was deceived. At this time, Diago's long list of Oscar winners had not even finished reading one-third of it.

"Ted-lasa!" The orc said fiercely. Diago couldn't understand the orc's words, but he could guess that it was probably "be honest" or something. The orc waved the axe in his hand and knocked on the cage that was locked up. As he knocked, the rusty iron residue on the cage fell down. Diago was spilled all over his head and face, and the finest of them even fell into his tilted nostril, which made him sneeze several times involuntarily.

The captive's embarrassment obviously pleased the guard. The orc laughed loudly. He carried the axe on his shoulders and walked staggeringly into the distance. Diago saw a simple small tent with animal skins there, which should be for the guardian to relax.

Not long after the guard returned to the tent, a heavy snoring sound came from there.

"Okay, we have to hurry up," the night elf picked up the key from the ground and quickly opened the lock on his cage. "Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow night, those green-skinned monsters will sacrifice us to the demon."

He tiptoed towards Diago, and another plant seed bloomed in his hand, and he put his hand in front of the keyhole.

"You should have had a big fight with them when you are caught. You will know it by the injury on your body. You must have been hit very fiercely." He said in admiration, and the iron lock made a light sound and then opened it. In his opinion, it was no more difficult than drinking a glass of water. "I was caught in a trap and didn't even have time to resist." He said self-deprecatingly.

The night elves opened the door, then bent down and checked Diago's injuries. After a while, he raised his head.

"You are lucky that you didn't hurt your internal organs and bones, just some contusions," he smiled and comforted the nervous Diago. "You know, as a wild druid, I'm not very good at treating, but dealing with your injuries is enough."

For a long time, the druid sects are divided into three schools or branches, namely the wild druid who is proficient in transforming into beasts and good at hand-to-hand combat; the balanced druid who is proficient in natural spells and controls natural balance; and the recovery druid that heals nature and calms the pain. Diago remembers that when he discovered the Misty Island a few years later, it may have been influenced by the natural harmony of the Panda people. A new sect separated from the wild druids. They called themselves guardians, and these guardian druids were better at defense. They turned into giant bears, fighting at the forefront of the team, guarding the firepower hands and healers behind them.

Masray Bearskin put his hand on Diyago's shoulder and his expression began to become serious. "You have to bear it, it may not be too comfortable, try not to make a sound." He said, a faint green light shining out from his hands, and then in the next moment, the green light disappeared into Diyago's body like water melting into sand.

The healing touch, Diago knew about this druid spell. He had been treated by this spell more than once in the game. But he had never experienced this spell effect in reality. He suddenly felt a little itchy in his throat, as if a stream of air was rushing out of his lungs, and the green life energy was working in his body. The wounds all over his body were numb and itchy, and it felt like there were ten thousand ants gnawing on his wounds.

"Can you knock me out?" He pleaded like a prawn in a pot, tightening his whole body.

"Many people have asked this before, but I must tell you: No. You must stay awake to ensure the best treatment effect. We have no time to do it again." The night elf said guiltily. He turned on Diago's clothes and checked the recovery of the latter's injuries. "I have to keep the injuries on your face for you, otherwise those orcs will find something abnormal."

After a while, Diago felt better, and he felt as if his strength had returned to his body. He tried to turn over and sit up, but the night elf stopped him from doing so.

"You will be fine, but not now, what you need most now is rest," said Masray Bearskin, whispering, locking the cage door and handing the wooden key to Diyago. "I have to go back, the orc guard is coming out, and there is not enough time left for us to do something."

As he said that, the night elves returned to their cage, locked themselves inside, and continued to play the role of quail. Diago had no choice but to lie down, waiting for his injuries to improve.

I have to say that the night elves' healing spell is very powerful. Diago quickly felt that his injuries had improved a lot, at least not affecting his combat effectiveness. Sometimes he even felt that if he gave him a weapon, he could even kill the orc guard. But he did not act rashly, but lay quietly, waiting for the night elves' secret code.

During this period, the orc guards came out to patrol twice, but his IQ limit was obviously not enough to see through the superb acting skills of the elves and humans, which made both of them feel much more relaxed.

While waiting, Diago tried the summoning "system" and the character panel - this is the treatment that most protagonists in time travel books have. What disappointed him was that nothing appeared. This is a real world, not a game, no system, and no gold fingers. He had more than the natives of Azeroth, only memories before time travel.

The rain gradually stopped. Although the fog was still there, it was much lighter than before. Diago could see farther away now. He saw the camp backed by a towering mountain range, and the east side - it should be the east side. If his sense of direction was not wrong - it was an endless empty field.

Diago judged that this place was neither the old nest of the Dragon Roar Orc, Grimbato, where there were many barriers and towering fortresses; nor was it the gate of the Dragon Roar, where it was located in a valley, with rocky cliffs on both sides. Then there was only one place that matched the terrain here - the Rage Tooth Camp. This made Diago feel relieved. After all, compared with the first two with high security, the Rage Tooth Camp is much easier to escape.

In the Eastern Kingdoms, the Rage-throated Camp has always existed as an outpost for the Dragon Roar Orcs. The hillside of this camp is an important trade route. For the Iron Fort dwarves in the south and the Stormwind City further south, whether it is to go to the Arash Basin in the north, or to the Minaishir Port, cross the sea to the Kalimdo continent, this is a must-pass route. The Dragon-throated Orc raiders in the Rage-throated Camp take the mountain and rob the past business trips. Not only do they make a fortune, but they also transport a large amount of supplies to the Grembato Fortress in the old nest.

For league players, this is also a place with countless painful lessons. Diago has been knocked to death by dragon roaring orcs more than once.

The sky gradually darkened, and night was about to fall. A bonfire had been lit in the orc camp in the distance. In the fire, the camp began to become noisy. Diago even heard the orc hand drums ringing, and the sound of the orcs dancing rhythmically on the ground came from afar.

The orc guards got out of the tent several times and looked over the camp. He was obviously angry that he could not attend the grand gathering, which made his attitude towards the two prisoners worse.

"Hey man, we have to start," Masray Bearskin whispered after the Orc Guard got into the tent dejectedly again, and he picked up the wooden key, opened the door lock, and signaled Diago to do the same, "When their feast ends, they will come here and sacrifice us to the demons. We have to hurry up."

The two of them came out of the cage and tiptoed to the guard tent.

"Do you care about them?" Diago asked in a low voice. He looked at the captives in other cages. Although the two of them had been tossing back and forth several times, the captives in the cages were still lying there motionlessly, and no one even turned over and looked at this side.

"The longest one of them died this morning," the night elves replied softly, "As the believers of Eluen, the night elves are compassionate to the passing of every life. His eyes were fixed on the animal skin tent, "They are not as good as you, and the orc has been staring at them for a while ago, so I dare not treat them rashly."

To prevent the sound from being made, they moved slowly, but eventually approached the guard tent. When they were about three steps away from the tent, the night elves stopped.

"Okay, the distance is almost the same." He whispered, and at this moment, the lights in the tent swayed a few times, and it seemed that the irritable orc could not hold back.

"It's now!" said the night elf. He did not deliberately lower the volume this time. Diago was sure that the orc guard also heard it because he saw the orc shadow reflected from the entrance of the tent, bent down and tried to pick up the weapon from the side.

Next, Diago Asnar was shocked again. He felt that he had never experienced so many shocks today in his entire life before traveling through time. Just under his nose, the appearance of the night elf had undergone amazing changes. His purple skin became hard and rough, and thick beast hair grew from the pores above, like a thick blanket. His mouth became like the kiss of a beast, and his fangs bared from his mouth, which was hideous and terrifying. His limbs became thick and powerful, and his huge claws were as sharp as the blade.

Diago was so surprised that he could hardly stop talking. He stared at Masley's huge brown bear weighing a ton and a half in a second. Although the bear still retained some of the characteristics of a night elf, the arms around its elbows and the sun and moon patterns on its shoulders all showed that it was a druid bear, but he still couldn't believe that the beast was still awake and rational. He swallowed hard and took a step back involuntarily.

The giant bear roared and pounced on the low tent. Its size looked larger than the entire tent. The tent was knocked down without any resistance. Diago heard the sound of "Kaba, Kaba" with a broken bone under it. This was the last sound the orc guard could make. He didn't even have time to scream a few times. But the giant bear was obviously not satisfied yet. It slapped hard for a few more times before it stopped panting.

It scratched the blood-soaked tarpaulin, revealing the orc corpse below - that could no longer be called a corpse, it could only be considered a ball of rotten meat - and the two-handed axe next to it.
Chapter completed!