"They were resting here for a night," he straightened his waist from the mess on the ground, his face full of smiles, and it seemed that the situation was quite optimistic. "The jackals' lazy disease has been recurring again, and they have been resting here for a long time. Judging from the traces here, they have not been away for a long time. Masley, your judgment is wrong. At this speed, they cannot return to their nest even to this evening."

"This is the first good news I've heard in a few days!" Wendersol said happily, and he finally didn't look so sad.

With this excitement, they started rushing again.

They walked through the forests. The trees were dense, but they were not the kind of sultry tropical jungle that was airtight, but they were similar to the deciduous forest belts in the north, mostly pine trees, but there were also some elm, birch, beech and a small number of oak trees. The air in the forest was very fresh, but also the smell of decaying leaves.

The tall trees blocked the sky, and the sun could not shine on the ground at all, leaving some light spots on the ground at most in sparse spots. They walked very quickly, and the thick branches and fallen leaves on the ground made a slight breaking sound at their feet. The sound was very small, but it could be spread far in this quiet forest.

The sun had already set in the west, and the afterglow was shining on the breeze-blowing earth. There was still a dense jungle in front of me. Diago once doubted whether they had lost their way here, otherwise it would have been time to walk out of the jungle. But the traces left by the werewolves told him that they had not taken the wrong path.

The group had already run non-stop for nearly one day, and their pace gradually slowed down involuntarily, and even Windersol's back bent down. The tenacious veteran was as determined as black iron, but this unsightly chase made him feel exhausted. Diago did not say a word, walked in front with a serious expression, and bent down from time to time to check the traces or footprints on the ground. Only two leopards were still brisk in their steps - it seemed that they had a great advantage in how long they were.

"Will they destroy the two stone slabs?" Diyago asked worriedly while searching for the traces.

"No, those two stone slabs are actually entire source ingots, and even the sharpest weapons are hard to damage." Wendsol said confidently, but he was not worried about this. If the zombie throws it into the bottomless cave, it will be a bad thing. Looking around, where can I find the Red Ridge Mountains covered with jungle?

The dusk became thicker and thicker, and the forest under everyone's feet began to be surrounded by fog, because to the north is the Zhishui Lake, which is filled with heavy water vapor, but the sky is still very clear. The moon is hanging high in the sky, radiating bright moonlight, and the stars in the sky look much dim against their backdrop.

They had already arrived at the southwest of Zhishui Lake. Since the traces left by the other party were no longer obvious, their speed also slowed down. The water surface of Zhishui Lake became narrow here, winding between the hills like a long and narrow belt, forming a narrow plain between the eastern mountains.

In a place with sparse trees, they looked northwest and found that this place was not far away from the place where they had fought. The Stone Fortress Fortress was not far away. Even at night, they could see the small white dot in the distance from the gaps in the canopy.

Perhaps in order to prevent the pursuit of soldiers, the werewolf covered their whereabouts here, and the traces that were not obvious became even more difficult to find. Diago stepped down and looked for the traces left by the werewolf among the trees.

"Which direction do you think they will turn?" asked Masley. "Will you go north to the Tower of Ilgara, or go west to the shore of Zhishui Lake?"

Diago pondered for a moment and said, "No matter where the target is, they will not walk towards the lake. Unless the fishmen there have moved away, these slippery big fish will never allow anyone to pass by the top of their heads. Let's go north!"

To be honest, the gnolls are not a race that is good at hiding and stealth, even at night. For Diago, this is not an unsuccessful task. After walking half a mile north, he found the gnolls again.

Along these trails, they found a path in the dense forest, which was the ruins left by the lakeside avenue many years ago. There were still many stone slabs left in the sparse trees. After years of wind and rain, these stone slabs became shattered due to disrepair and became disintegrated under the expansion of the tree roots. They walked for a while and finally saw a clearing in the forest. There were many tall beechs around them and a flat grass in the middle. Looking up at the starry sky from this clearing, it was as if it was at the bottom of a deep well.

They saw the bright light from the bonfire in the middle of the clearing, and on this forest meadow, werewolf set up a temporary camp to rest here.

The group approached carefully and then saw the camp. There were not many gnolls in the camp, probably only a few dozen. It seemed that the damage caused to them by this attack was also very heavy.

These werewolfs were holding a pot on the bonfire and cooking something, but Diago saw that the pot looked like a helmet. The wolves looked very excited. They sat around the bonfire and said something happily, but several werewolfs with the leader turned their heads from time to time and looked at the black forest in the north.

"They seem to be waiting for someone." Diago guessed that instead of walking out of the woods, they peered at the edges of the woods and clearings.

"Perhaps we'll know who caused these troubles soon." Wendsol said lightly, but Diago clearly heard the sound of his skeletons.

Suddenly, opposite Diago and the others, on the other side of the Gnoll camp, a figure emerged from the darkness. He appeared very strangely, as if it had appeared out of thin air. Diago dared to bet that the place had nothing but air the moment before.

The man was covered in a black hooded robe. He was holding a staff with an emerald gem at the top, emitting a faint green light in the darkness.

The gnoll was in a state of turmoil, and a tall gnoll who looked like a leader stood up and greeted him. He was holding a human-style two-handed sword in his hand, reflecting cold light under the bonfire, looking very sharp.

They seemed to have known each other before, and the two were whispering on the edge of the woods. But not long after, the human mage's voice suddenly became high, and even on Diago and others, he could hear his roar.

"You dare to say that, Fan Gaolei!" The human roared loudly, and he waved the staff in his hand angrily, almost knocking the werewolf's head several times, "You dare to object to your master!"

"The great werewolf never needs a master, we are our own masters!" the werewolf leader shouted, but his voice sounded a little weak, and the great sword waving in his hand seemed to be bluffing. His human language was very lame, and it sounded a bit like a coyote barking, but it could barely be understood.

"It seems that I am so kind to you, the lowly native dogs, that you dare to resist me!" The mage finally lost his patience and shouted angrily. He raised the staff in his hand and pointed at Fan Gaolei.

"Go and chew on the grass and wake up!"

Diago saw a cloud of smoke appearing out of thin air where the werewolf leader was standing. He felt himself vaguely hearing the sound of the sheep bleating. Then when the smoke dissipated, the werewolf leader disappeared, and the one who appeared there was a curly sheep.

The cute sheep, who looked a little cute, walked around the grass for several circles, as if it could not resist its biological instinct. It lowered its head and started gnawing on the grass.

Diago was shocked to see it. This transformation technique was too terrifying. It could actually destroy human consciousness and make it obey the transformed biological instinct.

The other jackals were obviously frightened. Out of fear of the mysterious power of the mage, they knelt on the ground with trembling trembling and lifted the two dragon-syllable stone slabs above their heads.

"Mr. Morgans, please be sure to accept our dedication!"

"That's just Fan Gaolei's idea. Everyone in our Dark Skin tribe is very happy to serve you."

"That Fan Gaolei must be crazy about gaining and losing his heart. We don't know what he is going to do at all!"

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The werewolf sold their leader without hesitation. They said in a mess, fearing that they would be too late to express their opinions, and they were turned into a sheep by this mage.

The mage did not take the stone slab immediately. He looked proudly at the zombies who were kneeling down, enjoying their awe and fear.

"It turned out to be him." Diago suddenly realized that he knew who this mage was. This was a Kelthuzadian character. He was the master of the Tower of Ilgara. He was expelled from Stormwind forever because he secretly studied dark spells and hid here to conduct his own evil research.

But at this moment, the mage seemed to have discovered something. He looked here suddenly, his eyes sharply

"Who is there?"

He answered a loud bang and a scorching bullet, but the bullet did not make any contribution. It hit the mage, but only splashed a piece of ice chips.

The mage who lost the initiative reacted very quickly. His figure flashed like lightning and then disappeared. When he showed his figure again, he was already in the woods far away. Unlike other professions, pretentious mages always put their lives above everything else. When they encounter an attack, their first reaction is often to protect themselves, then counterattack or something else. In their eyes, their lives are more valuable than anyone else, and porcelain should never fight against tiles.

Masley, who had already transformed into a cheetah, rushed up, and before the trembling werewolf reacted, he slapped the stone slab in the direction of Windsol with one claw.

"Let's go!" the latter grabbed the slab and shouted loudly, and with a prepared mage, no one who had a little brain would do this, especially the mage also brought a group of zombies and servants.

The mage is powerful! There is no doubt about this. Even in Diago's previous life, Blizzard's sons always had the focus and center of all the scenes. Compared with the hunter, Diago himself believed that the mage was more suitable as the protagonist of a time travel drama. Their magic is brilliant and powerful, and their tactics are tough and rough. They seemed to be born to crush other professions, high above and overlooking all living beings - the fact is that, isn't Dalaran, a city of mages, a city in the sky?

But, so what? This world can never do whatever it wants by controlling powerful power. The real power is the heart of the people and hope! Just like Anduin Lothar, he is just a powerful warrior, without holy light, no secret magic, and even evil power, but he can still lead the alliance of all races of Azeroth, turning the tide and defeating the powerful army of orcs. Why can he do this? Is it because of his strength? No! It is because of his loyalty, firmness, and faith! In order to protect Azeroth, he sacrificed his life, and even his enemies had to respect him. This is the real power!

As the Pandas sage said: For everyone, the real question is why you fight! If you can't understand this, even if you master the powerful power, you can only be the next Guldan, the next Kelthuzad, and the next Alsace! The stronger the power, the more severe the disaster!

The group ran through the forest, and Masley walked at the front of the team. The intimate relationship between him and the forest helped a lot. Without the entanglement of branches, vines and roots, they ran steadily and quickly.

At this time, in the forest camp, the werewolf leader finally changed back to his human form with a "bang". He woke up and looked at the chaotic scene in front of him in surprise, then grabbed the big sword on the ground and chased after Diago and the others disappeared.

"Don't leave me behind!" He spat the scum in his mouth and shouted loudly.
Chapter completed!