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This place is not familiar to him. Compared with the roads on the map, Bellorill could only confirm that he had not taken the wrong path, but he could not grasp how long he would take.

The Silver Moon City Hotel and the adventurers on the streets all said that the Eastern Plague Land is a place full of terrifying creatures. Bellorier was ready to face everything. He reminded himself many times not to be afraid of anything he encountered. He had seen the dragon, but when he saw the natural disasters and rotten insects flowing in the lifeless jungle and the devastated natural disaster hunting dog, his legs were a little out of control and wanted to walk back. It was his consciousness that controlled him.

Bellorell swallowed. He felt the mixed roasted and smoky smell in the air torture his throat. The elf boy wanted to leave here soon, the faster the better.

Belorel untied the cloth bag behind him and felt something cold inside. There was also this in the things his mother collected - a metal arrow. There was some rust on it, which was old and was not the work of the elves, but the craftsmanship of human beings. Belorel couldn't help but associate where his mother got this from.

The sound of wheels rolling made Bellorir stunned. He raised his head and found a carriage full of goods coming over, with a middle-aged human woman sitting on the carriage.

Bellorel suddenly felt breathless. Is it the member of the league?

The people in the car obviously saw him standing by the roadside. The horse pulling the car made a harsh scream and stopped. Only then did Bellor realize that the middle-aged woman was wearing a red cap and wearing a simple outfit without any threat or hostility. He was relieved.

The woman suddenly spoke to him, but Belorel didn't understand the meaning. Her words sounded strange and had a strange accent. Is it the language of human beings? Belorel avoided his eyes and tried hard to recall what he had learned.

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly, cleared her throat, and said again: "Where are you going, kid?" This time the tone was not clearer, but Belorel understood it, it was in Saras.

"You can speak the language of the elves?"

He did not get a reply, and the woman turned her head and knocked three times at the carriage door with her left hand. A few seconds later, Bellorell heard the sound of two other people stretching.

One of them was a dwarf, with a thick throat that seemed to be sprayed with wine. The other made Belorel breathe a lot, like a drowning man floating on the water. He saw his kind, a blood elf paladin.

"Tarenna, you need you here." The woman said. Bellorell's heart tightened. In his impression, the woman's voice was always soft, and the woman's tone was a little manic.

The blood elf came over, and he was Tarenna. "Why did you stop, Fiona? Who is this child?"

"Obviously you have to ask him, I can only speak some Saras."

Tarenner's face was a little displeased when he thought of waking himself up to deal with a child. He cleared his throat and said, "Okay. Tell me, child. Who are you? What are you doing here? Don't you know that Eastern Plagueland is dangerous?"

There was a pleasant rhythm in the other party's accent, which was completely different from the dumb voice of the driving woman. Bellorir's tongue was no longer knotted, and after hesitating for a moment, he spoke: "I am...adventurer."

Tarenner and the woman squinted their eyes at the same time.

"Are you from Quel'thalas?" asked the Paladin again. His expression might have been because he had just woken up or was funny. Bellorel could not tell which one it was.

"Yes."

The two people who heard him exchanged their eyes. At this time, the dwarf who had just jumped out of the back of the carriage with Tarenna came over with his pants. Such indecent actions had already shown what he had been doing just now.

"Oh, a little girl." The dwarf said to Belorel with a smile. The boy was angry that he could speak Sarasian too.

"Be serious, Jidwin." The woman scolded. Then she signaled Tarenna to continue.

"This is not your place to take risks, your child. You don't even have a self-defense weapon. If you encounter danger, you will be dead. Go back quickly and go back to your family."

"I came here to investigate something very important." Bellorel emphasized that the suspicion in the eyes of the people in front of him made him feel uncomfortable. The boy tried not to let his voice get angry because he could not tell whether this group of people were enemies or friends. "I won't go back."

"A stubborn little guy," said Jidwin.

The woman interrupted the dwarf, looked up at the sky, then looked back, "Forget it, stop wasting time. It's getting dark, we need to speed up to the chapel." She asked Bellorir: "No matter what you want to do, at least you have to have a place to sleep at night. Get in the car and go with us."

Bellorier wanted to say that he was in a hurry, but the words came out of his mouth: "Why do you want to help me?"

Tarenna and Jidwin had returned to the car. The middle-aged woman patted the empty position beside her and showed a brief smile. "The Silver Northern Expedition Army will never ignore anyone who needs help."

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As he sat in the bumpy carriage, Bellor's mood suddenly felt much more relaxed. He watched the road retreat quickly under his feet, for a moment he forgot what he was here to do.

"I'm going tonight with two big barrels of ale."

"I let you lie down after half a barrel of wine last time."

"Nonsense, that's obviously you."...

The two people behind the carriage teased each other, and Bellorel was very surprised why the two races with completely different worldviews of elves and dwarves were as close as old friends when chatting.

"Don't pay attention to the two idiots behind." The woman's voice attracted Belorel. The boy sweared that he could smell an indescribable smell from the woman when he turned around, which made him uneasy, "My name is Fiona. What's your name?"

Only then did Belorel realize that he hadn't shown himself, he replied: "My name is..." When he thought that Tarenna might have heard his name, Belorel immediately changed his words: "My name is Alave."

"It doesn't sound like an elf's name."

The embarrassing emoji is now on Belorel's face. Fiona shook the rope that leads the horse. The carriage passes through a lake and goes all the way toward the end of the road. Because the routes on the road are all on the avenue, Belorel can already see the neat barracks tents.

There are no doors in the gates here. Because the two Northern Expedition soldiers riding on heavy armored war horses are the doors.
Chapter completed!