"It's here!" Ten days later, on the east side of the Forgotten Coast, in front of an island at the southwest end of the Grizzly Hills, Xie Feng ordered the fleet to stop and dock.

The island is not small, enough for nearly 5,000 troops on the ship to station. It is located in the middle of the estuary of two large rivers. The water flows gently. The strait between the grizzly hills is not very deep and easy to travel.

The most important thing is that it is very close to the Blood Crusader's New Fireplace Valley in the Dragon Bone Wilderness. If any incident occurs, you can ask them for support at any time.

Moreover, this island is located in the middle of the Northrend South Coast route, with a throat location and convenient transportation, both for troops transfer and for transportation of materials.

According to Xie Feng's memory, this place is called the Risk Bay because it will be occupied by infamous venture capital companies in the near future.

Of course, there is basically no possibility now...

"Sword Bay!" At the highest point on the island, Xie Feng inserted the blood elf phoenix flag and named it without hesitation: "From today, this is the territory of the blood elf."

At this time, the tentacles of the Alliance and the Horde had not yet explored the Grizzly Hills, and this was still the territory of the Northrend natives.

The bear monster with absolute advantage is backed by the old nest Zudak, the aggressive Dakale Frost Troll, the Iron Dwarf, the Earth Spirit Giant, and the Vicu.

These races divide most of the land. Of course, Alex is not sure about the specific situation, but at least Sword Bay is still a blank area for various forces.

With the hard work of the crocodile man, Xie Feng built a large-scale construction here, and high towers in the style of blood elf rose from the ground. Dozens of magic bird-winged crossbow chariots were placed on the pier. The crazy-hearted wolf-sinking people began to penetrate deep into the hills under the leadership of the Morning Wind Rangers...

Under Xie Feng's instructions, the scouts turned most of the western part of the hills into the sky in just one week. The Rock Spring, the Vicu people's villages Wardren, Greythroat Fort, Sebharak, and even the Daksaron Fortress all appeared on the marching map.

Similarly, the scouts were inevitably discovered by various forces on the hills, but they also brought about the situation here.

Two words, war!

And it was the bear monster that was pressing against the two races and fighting.

Zudark's overlord, the Frost Troll, was bleeding from his head here, barely relying on the Daxaron Fortress to lose his last underwear. However, he had gained a firm foothold in the north of the hills and was constantly gathering more soldiers, wanting to continue to compete.

The Vicu people are even more miserable! This powerful race that rampant Howling Fjord, under the suppression of the bear monsters, huddled near Wardren, without any temper...

"It's incredible that the troll would actually be defeated by the bear monster!" Salin, who had just arrived, sighed with surprise when he looked at the hilly information that Xie Feng gave him.

"No, Frost King Marac is not as simple as you imagined." Xie Feng flipped the prophet's book, frowning at times, and things relaxed: "They are much stronger than the bear monster, and Daxaron is just their training ground."

Even though it ended up crashing...

But there is no doubt that the entire Arctic, before the fall of the Daxaron Fortress, the Frost Trolls were the only race that blocked the attack of natural disasters in front!

And even in the end of the journey, the Scourge Legion suffered an unprecedented heavy blow in Zudaq. Several floating ships were directly defeated. This is a terrible race where everyone is soldiers and is happy when they hear the war.

"Selin, prepare for it, find someone to go to the Graythroat Castle, and try to keep peace with the bear monsters."

The Grizzly Hills' choice plan has long been formed in Xie Feng's mind. In other words, Grizzly Hills is not his ultimate goal...

"You can tell them that the blood elves are willing to live in harmony with the bear monsters and even help them defeat the Dakale trolls. After that, I hope they can allow us to develop here under certain restrictions!"

Xie Feng stared at the map and ordered without raising his head.

But in Salin's view, this behavior was too weak. He had absolute confidence in Xie Feng. If he wanted, the blood elves could sweep across the entire grizzly hills at any time under Xie Feng's leadership. The so-called army of bear monsters was a joke.

It is understandable to help the relatively weak bear monster resist the Dakale trolls, but is it necessary to be so generous?

After nodding his head and taking the order, he couldn't help asking: "Sir, is the bear monster really so important?"

Xie Feng shook his head: "What matters is not the bear monster, but the Usok behind them... and the night elves."

Of course, this is not the ultimate goal, but he is unwilling to explain it to Salin clearly. After all, if it is explained clearly, the matter involved is too big.

Usok, the ancient demigod, was still very intimidating to Salin. Despite these doubts, he did not continue to ask.

His ability to do business is still very good. Three days later, at the future Alliance Amber Pinewood Camp, Xie Feng met one of the leaders of Greythroat Fort, the bear monster, the Great Shaman Toul* Rage Claw.

Despite his fierce appearance, this big shaman with black hair is very gentle in character.

Just like most normal bear monsters, they are of a peaceful nature, they are also very happy with the goodwill of the blood elves.

After all, under the threat of Daxaron, the pressure on Graythroat Castle is not small, so why don’t someone do it?

Xie Feng, afterwards, made his request without hesitation: "Dear Prophet, I have always sincerely admired the achievements of Usok and Usoon's two great half-body to the Azeroth continent. This time I came here, hoping to see their descendants and seek the help of their powerful power!"

He paused and said with some slightest remarks: "Of course, if you can get the help of the demigod himself, maybe..."

Tull* Angry Claw obviously had not had much contact with the outside world. His honest and simple personality made him write his surprise directly on his face. How could a blood elf know about their plan to resurrect Usok?!

After thinking about it, he said frankly: "Othoren and Kotien are the children of the great Usok. They will appear in the battle against the Dakale people."

"And Lord Usok...we hope to resurrect him by replanting the world tree Vodashir."

"Blood Elf, maybe you really have a chance to get his teachings. The premise is that we can succeed!"

Somewhat was a bit surprised. Xie Feng never thought that the bear monster would say what he wanted so happily. He was stunned for a moment and quickly asked curiously: "Vodahill? Is it another world tree? If there is anything we need help, we will do our best."

Vodahill, the destroyed World Tree, is also one of the main materials for him to transform into a blue dragon!

Add to the dragon's corpse that Garrosh promised...

Tour* scratched his back with his angry claws and said sincerely: "The trolls are always threatening our homeland, and they are also obstructing our actions to plant Vodahill. I hope you can help us defeat the trolls as soon as possible."

After saying that, he asked curiously: "You are a powerful hero and have your own subordinates. What kind of problem does it require you to seek help from the demigod?"

"Those Scourges?"

Xie Feng spread his hands: "It's a more terrifying existence!" (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!

ps: Statement: It’s not that I’m too lazy to get the chapter name, but that I don’t know what to get in the transition chapter...

As for the issue of cultivating Garrosh, I will slowly write down the reasons...
Chapter completed!