As soon as I saw this owl, the tranquility in the tree hole was immediately broken.

The orcs began to rush their hands, and several night elves who were sleeping also picked up the weapons they placed aside. Ronin glanced at Jaina and Angma, nodded to each other, and a touch of solemnity flashed in his eyes, awakening the meditative mages.

Everyone had been hiding in this tree hole for several hours, waiting for the Watchmen and Shadowhunter who were going out to perform reconnaissance missions to bring back the news. There is no way, under the cover of evil energy, there are many uncertainties in the reconnaissance spells, and the risk of exposure. In the final analysis, it is better to see it as real.

The key is that this "eye" must have sufficient insight and be able to see through the demon's disguise, and must not be noticed by the keen demons of sensory senses. Fortunately, the Watcher and the Shadowhunter are fully qualified for this task.

The former's task is to identify whether this is a trap of the demon, while the latter will circumvent the demon's rear and find out if there is a large army of demons hidden in the forest, so as not to be trapped after the team launches a raid.

According to the original agreement, the owl circling for two and a half weeks means that this is not a trap, and the demons know nothing about their arrival.

Amid a light and pleasant sound, the owl flapped its wings, and sparks of starlight fell from it.

Mavie is indeed talented.

In her ten thousand years of watching career, she has explored a unique path and carried it forward, allowing the three words "Watcher" to extend a new meaning.

It is no longer a simple prison guard organization that supervises the extremely evil criminals and demons among the night elves, but has become a general term for a group of professionals who know how to cleverly use shadows, magic and other means and are good at tracking and controlling.

It is precisely because Mavie is the commander of the Watchmen that under such a reputation, people often ignore the fact that she was once a priestess of the moon.

As early as ten thousand years ago, she was a qualified priestess in the priesthood group of Eluen. Although she gradually lost Eluen's favor due to paranoia and personality and could no longer rely on the power of moonlight to heal others as before, she still used to pick up some basic priestess spells.

For example, this magic owl is usually used for reconnaissance and messaging.

After a while, Luokan also appeared from the shadow, crossed the magic barrier, and walked into the tree hole.

The shadow hunter greeted everyone without saying a word, picked up a branch, and wrote and scratched the ground, saying, "I went around the periphery and went to all the places I could go. The number of demons was about four hundred... mainly concentrated in the core area..."

As his fingers moved, a simple map of the beast cave appeared on the ground.

The people were located in a depression with a high surrounding and low center. At the bottom of the depression, the entrance to the beast cave where the druid had sleeped, and the skull of Guldan is located outside the entrance to the beast cave. The reason why the demon chose to use the skull of Guldan is because it is the center of the southern Fewood Forest, which facilitates the spread of corruption to the entire forest. On the other hand, it is because it is hidden enough that ordinary reconnaissance spells will never be found here.

But the Burning Legion would not have expected that a traitor appeared in the Legion and sold the exact location of the Skull of Gul'dan to the Hygar coalition.

"There are demon guards patrolling the ground, and the doomsday guards are often circling in the air, and they are very cautious. I also saw some guys who look like high-level demons. Their skin is reddish-brown, covered with evil abscesses, bone plates on their foreheads, some have double horns on their heads, fleshy whiskers on their chins, knees are recurved, and their feet are like holly animals, but they can walk upright..."

Manare in Ereda…Angma thought to herself.

The Delaney people who wandered the universe were members of the Ereda race.

The Arida once lived on the beautiful planet Argus. It was a race with a very developed civilization in the boundless end, with a very long life. In the study of holy light and magic, it is far superior to Azeroth for many generations. It can almost be said to be the most advanced race in the visible universe.

Unfortunately, it was precisely because of this that it aroused the interest of the Dark Titan Sargeras. Under his instigation, Archmond and Kiljadan led most of the tribe to surrender to the evil Burning Legion and became "Manari" in Ereda's words, meaning the fallen one.

However, outsiders rarely call them "Manare", but continue to call these guys who have become demons in the name of Erida.

Viron, one of the three leaders, noticed Sargeras' lies in advance under the revelation of Naru, rescued some of his tribesmen, and fled from Argus on Naru's spaceship. After that, these Erida began to call themselves "Draini" in Erida's language.

Among the Burning Legion, except for those who do not have magical talents, the Eridas became angry guards with strong melee capabilities, most of the remaining spellcasters are often middle-level officers, conspirators and outstanding commanders.

"They are all terrible spellcasters, and their strength cannot be underestimated. How many of them are there?"

A low voice suddenly sounded in the corner. Everyone looked back and saw that it was Yillidan who came over. Some of the less important entourages hurriedly gave up their seats.

"Many, each patrol has at least two or three. Judging from the number of demon patrols, there are at least thirty or fifty of these casters... There may be more in the central area." Lokan thought for a while, and replied with a branch pointing at the circular mark at the entrance of the beast cave.

"Of course," Illidan affirmed, "Since they want to cast spells and corrupt forests, these spellcasters are bound to exist."

Luo Ning's face showed a hint of solemnity when he heard this.

He has fought with the demons many times, and has met many Erida wizards. These powerful warlocks who can easily pick up evil spells are considered to be not strong, and their spells are extremely powerful and difficult to deal with.

"Shadow Hunter, is it possible for us to lurk near enough to Gul'dan's skull to launch a sudden attack?" Ronin asked.

Luokan shook his head, his big mouth with fangs slowly opened, revealing a yellowed teeth, and said with a smile: "Impossible, the demon is very cautious. No matter which direction we attack, the demon will notice it immediately. There is a distance of 400 meters from the periphery to the core. Before we can walk halfway, we will be attacked by the demons who have reacted from all directions. So, what is your decision?"

These words silenced everyone. Everyone present was the senior executives of all ethnic groups, and they had the right to make final decisions based on the on-site environment and whether to perform the killing task depends on their judgment at this time.

A special action team composed of more than 40 elites faced against 400 demons scattered in the land with a 400-meter radius of land. On the surface, the odds of winning are not small, but there may be more demons hidden in the core area that cannot be detected. Moreover, the number of high-level demons is unknown. Although the enemy's known legend is only Tikdios, no one knows whether this is the only one. He knows nothing about whether the demons will receive urgent support.

Faced with the risks in this operation, everyone was thinking carefully.

If successful, the Burning Legion's attempt to completely corrupt the Feywood Forest will be thwarted and a powerful leader of the Fear Demon King will be lost. The coalition will also get time to move to Mount Hygar. Failed...

No, this action cannot be failed.

Illidan stopped speaking, hugged his hands and retreated aside, staring at everyone coldly, as if he had already made a decision.

There was a silence in the tree hole.

"Crazy... choked, choked..."

Only the sound of Brox polishing the axe blade with a whetstone is heard in the corner.

I don't know how many enemies' lives have been harvested. The fine shallow marks and potholes are covered with black and brown solidified blood. The position where the wooden handle is inserted into the lower edge is bright and shiny, which is obviously caused by the frequent replacement of the axe handle.

From time to time, the old orc poured out a little water from the water bag and lifted it with his hands on it. His thick fingers covered with fine marks slowly brushed through the warm blade, and there was no trace of tension on his face.

"What do you think?" Ronin glanced at Jaina.

Although this is a question, Angma saw a trace of decisiveness in Choronin's eyes. For those of them, who are responsible for the heavy responsibility, the only chance to get the Skull of Gul'dan.

Jaina frowned and said, "We need more people, but we don't have time to waste."

This sixty-kilometer journey took too long. Not to mention that the corruption process might have been completed after the reinforcements arrived, there is also a great risk of exposure during the reinforcements. At that time, no matter whether the demons transfer early or send more troops, the coalition forces will lose such a rare opportunity to severely damage the enemy. On the surface, it seems that it is most convenient to open the portal, but a large group of keen-sensing demon spell casters are there a few hundred meters away. It is impossible for the portal to not be noticed.

In this way, even if the reinforcements are supported, the special operation team will lose the opportunity.

"I agree to launch an attack immediately." Jaina said, finally nodding.

Ronin looked at Angma, "What about you?"

“Agree.”

Angma nodded briefly.

On the other side, the night elves led by Bol Bearskin quickly reached an agreement, "This is a rare opportunity to defeat the Burning Legion's conspiracy, and it is worth our risk."

"Human, night elves, I thought you would retreat in the face of trouble." Lokan, who was crouching in front of Sarufal, said with a smile, constantly digging out fishy ointment from the small box in his arms and applying it to Sarufal's face.

"Troll, hope your herbs can play their due role."

"Of course, King Sarufar," Rokan stood up and turned to everyone, "Do you want to do a little too? It can hide the smell of you."

Everyone nodded hesitantly, and one after another, people's faces, legs and exposed hands were all covered with such nauseating things. When it was Jaina's turn, she frowned instinctively, but she still suppressed the resistance in her heart and let Lokanshi do it.

"Bonsandy, your believers beg you in the humbleest manner, and give me your strength so that I can use your name to hunt enemies...Bonsandy, please give me your strength, and you can borrow my hand to harvest one fresh soul after another...Bonsandy..."

After completing all this, Lokan closed his eyes and prayed in the troll's words with devoutness.

Bonsandy, a powerful spirit, is like a demigod, the god of death that most trolls in Azeroth believe in.

After a few breaths, everyone was surprised to find that the dark and unknown ointment on their bodies began to heat up, and a slight fog was simmering. When they looked at each other again, they were shocked.

People were all shrouded in a mist of mist, which distorted the light. If you didn't look closely, it would be difficult to tell whether it was a person standing or just a ball of black fog.

"Don't look at me like that, let's go and meet with the Watcher as soon as possible." Luokan smiled and followed the Sarufal brothers out of the tree hole.

Illidan was immediately behind.

"Stay here and be prepared to quickly build a portal to ensure everyone's evacuation." Angma said to several followers behind him, holding the flame strike in his hand, and following everyone.

A big battle is about to begin.
Chapter completed!