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At worst, they were invaders and were preparing to make ill-gotten things. If this was the case, Oslow vowed not to let them leave alive.

For more than ten years, Red Ridge Mountain has been threatened by orcs. Oslo has learned the language of orcs, so he can understand the conversation between uninvited guests. After all, Oslo, who was far away and hid in the distance behind a tree in the distance, only heard a few words clearly.

The meaning sounds strange. One person is saying to act as planned, another person mentions "Forgotten", and then "Union Dog", which is the word used only when orcs insult the alliance.

Then Oslow heard a complete sentence: "They must be fought, and then the tribe will help the Forgotten."

Someone asked a question, and Oslow only heard the "terrorist attack". The person who spoke before replied: "Because this will make them the war machine for the chief."

In order to observe the three people more clearly, Oslo poked his head carefully. Unlike his expected result, he only saw two orcs with their backs facing him, and they were not black-skinned. They were about the same size. However, the sharp-eyed Oslo found that the armor on the two closest people were very familiar with, and he bought a book about the tribe at the street vendor's stall in Stormwind.

In an instant, Oslo felt the blood all over his body cold. He knew the two men's armor - Kukaron, the elite guard of the tribe, and the chief's personal guard.

But now, the beast soldiers who were supposed to be staying in Orgrimmar actually appeared here, and were still arrogantly shouting that they would launch a terrorist attack.

Seeing this, Oslo was full of anger and wanted to rush forward to kill the three guys, but he immediately denied this idea. Without thinking, none of the three guys was dealt with by him, let alone one to deal with three.

Unfortunately, there was another orc who was blocked by the other two orcs. Oslo did not see his appearance clearly, so he decided to leave temporarily and report to the mayor.

But suddenly the two orcs turned their backs to him and shouted at the big tree where he was hiding:

"It's human!"

"We were discovered!"

"Kill him!"

The third sentence comes from the orc who is in the blind spot of vision. Oslo was shocked. He really couldn't figure out how he was discovered. But now is not the time to think about this problem. Because he missed the opportunity to escape, the human race ran back and ran with all his strength, because although the orc was much heavier than the human, Bu Jian was not slow, let alone Kukaron.

Oslo felt that the orcs behind him were not chasing him. He looked back and found that the two guys were standing in place and staring at him, while the other orcs were interspersed from among them. Now he knew the reason for his exposure. It was an orc assassin covered in a black cloth mask, good at anti-reconnaissance.

I saw the orc holding a dagger in his hand and waved it casually...

Oslo felt his chest fluctuated very hard, and his initial rush slowly turned into a staggering journey, and his strength was lost very quickly. To be precise, the wound behind him was draining his strength bit by bit, and even every breath turned into struggle.

But he was still trying to escape.

In a trance, he felt that his consciousness began to dissipate, but he could not be distracted by it. He had to run back to Hupan Town and told his compatriots about everything that had just happened. Even if he was injured, he controlled his steps and he would definitely be able to escape successfully. As long as he ran far enough, he could meet the guards patrolling and reconnaissance in Hupan Town.

He expected so much.

At this moment, Oslo thought nothing in his mind. He cleared all the distracting thoughts, just thinking about taking steps, stretching out one leg and then stretching out the other leg. The wound on his back made him gradually lose his perception of the pain. He didn't even realize that his back had condensed with his clothes, and that his fatigue after his overdrawn was numbing his limbs.

He is still running.

After staggering, his left leg was unable to lift it anymore, and his right leg stepped forward and lost balance. Finally, his whole body fell heavily on the ground, and the soil mixed with stones ruthlessly sting his face and nose.

"You can really run, human." Oslo heard the sound of speaking, and then heard the footsteps of orcs. Then a heavy pressure came from his head, and one foot pressed him to the ground tightly.

"We are worried that we can't find a human, a human body, and we need something fresh. I didn't expect you to come to your door, which is great."

Oslo struggled with all his might, and despair gradually devoured him. He seemed to smell the smell of death and the smell of rotten corpse. Before his eyes closed, he saw a dead body placed in front of him, with the dead body covered in a blue skeleton robe. Then, his hand was stuffed into a bloody dagger.

The orc who stepped on him burst into laughter. "For Hellscream."

The other two orcs echoed loudly: "For the tribe!"

...

An hour after interrogating Hakel, Marra and the other two went to Razor Heights together. This place was once the territory of the Wild Boars, but now belongs to the Forsaken Ones. The raised rocks and lush black thorns are natural defense barriers, so the Razor Heights have also become the outpost barrier of Maraton's base camp.

Marla's plan was very simple. The three of them scattered, asked the people here for useful information, and then gathered in a clearing outside the Razor Highlands.

Compared to the Navy of Tatsel, the Forsaken Razor Heights was much easier to cooperate. They kept asking until dusk.

Cleia spoke first: "We seem to be late. Everyone here says it's too late to go out to sea now, and the waves have basically washed away the traces of the Witherer's battle."

"It's obvious that the Forsaken who later sent Razor Heights to search for clues also found nothing," Carrira added. "These guys didn't help with anything, and they all looked ignorant when talking about the heavy fog."

Marla nodded, she was responsible for inquiring about whether there was an alliance on the Kalimdo continent recently. "It cannot be blamed for them. When encountering heavy fog on the sea, they cannot even judge the direction, let alone find any clues."

"What did you find?"

"I've asked the intelligence leaders here, the adventurers, and the goblins who like to go to Ratchet to do business, and they all said they didn't find any trace of the alliance."

"This shouldn't be." Kalila said in a low and unquestionable tone. "If the Alliance warships attacking the Witherer did not stop and recharge, it would be impossible to return to the Eastern Kingdoms. But the problem is that Theramore is no longer in Kalimdor, and the northern castle has long fallen. Where can they dock them?"

"There is only one possibility, they hid it."

Cleia and Kalila both cast doubtful eyes at Marla.

"Hide? Where is it hidden? The north is a tribe, and the south is us, where can they hide?"

"There are always corners that we ignore. But since the other party has a boat, it must be inseparable from the coast. We can search along this clue."

"It sounds like looking for a needle in a haystack." Carrila smiled.

Cleia nodded, "I agree, we have no other choice. Veronara is still waiting for our answer."

...

When Fidelick appeared again in the underground tavern in Maraton, death killer Allerick Hawkkins had been in the dark corner for an hour.

Following the instructions of the leader of the Black Blade, Alerick was ordered to investigate the rumors that have gradually emerged within the Forgotten. More and more Forgotten people expressed dissatisfaction with the alliance, which is absolutely abnormal. Belmont suspected that someone was making trouble behind the scenes.

Allerick heard that similar disputes often occur in Megnoth's taverns, so he asked Megnoth and found out that a stranger named Fidelick would always lead the topic to the contradiction between the Forgotten and the Alliance.

Megnos is not good at describing a person's appearance, and the only description of that person can be called "he is complete", but one-third of the Forsaken people can meet this condition. The tavern owner vowed to promise that if Fidelick appears again, he will recognize him immediately.

Allerick arrived early. In order not to show off his existence, he deliberately chose a seat hiding in the corner, hoping to integrate with the pub environment, and observe the people who were drinking and chatting quietly. Then again, Megnoth's tavern is really good: the tabletop is clean and tidy, the bench is neat and intact, and the floor is not a bit of garbage. Of course, the wine is also very good, the dwarf's morning ale wine is exciting and interesting after entering. He resists the idea of ​​refilling the glass. This way he can keep his own escaping.

Now the group of people in the tavern are really relaxed. Most of them are wearing sleeveless shirts and loose cotton pants, as if they come here to have fun after doing physical work. However, the forgotten will not feel tired.

When a few more guests walked in, Megnos shouted: "Let me find a table, guys, take out the money if you want wine."

"What, buy yourself a coffin?" one of the Forsaken grinned.

"You better apologize to me, otherwise your alcohol payment will be twice as much." Megnos greeted them with a laugh. Allerick noticed that everyone's eyes were attracted by him, which was good.

Taking advantage of the time of bartending, Megnos turned around and looked at the stranger in a seat in the tavern. The man came later than the previous few Forsakens, but was already drinking the second glass of wine. The boss nodded to Allerick, who was sitting in the corner.

That's Fidelick?

Allerick looked around and stared at the other person with caution.

He is indeed very complete, and there are no traces of repair on his body. Is this a corpse?

At this time, Allerick winked at the owner of the tavern and asked him to cooperate with his actions. Megnos then put down the wine glass that had been wiped clean in his hand, waved to Fidelick, "Oh, are you here again? Are you planning to condemn humans or dwarves today?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Fidelick was obviously caught off guard by this sentence. He got off from his seat and walked towards the door with brisk steps.

Allerick drank the last wine in the glass and walked out of the tavern and saw Fiderick hid in the tunnel of Maraton in panic. He turned around and confirmed that Fiderick had no accomplices. He was about to follow him and accidentally caught a glimpse of the frost dragon skull hanging at the door of the tavern. The hollow eyes in the skull made Allerick feel restless, as if it was staring at it from beginning to end. But then he thought about it, it was precisely because of the uneasy and depressing atmosphere that the tracking mission was more exciting.

After years of reconstruction, the once muddy roads have been completely renewed. Every tunnel has been repaired and has become a solid road. Because there are many people coming and going, there are always forgotten people in the spacious tunnels, so it provides Aleric with excellent cover, so you don’t have to worry about tracking being discovered.

Along the way, Fidelick's movements were fast, quickly interspersing among the crowd of Forsakens passing by. It felt like he knew someone was following him. But Allerick firmly believed that he was not exposed, and Fidelick's panicking performance was just caused by Megnos's words.

It was a wise decision for Belmont to send him to investigate this matter. He was known as the Death Killer and possessed excellent reconnaissance skills. He tried to avoid probing his head and kept his distance from his target at all times, always keeping Fidric in his own field of view.

After a while, he found himself at the gate of Maraton.

Is this guy going to run away?

Walking out of the underground world, Fidelick obviously became much more cautious than before. He looked back several times, but fortunately, Allerick hid quickly and was not discovered.

Finally, the undead with a complete appearance walked into a low mud brick hut. The fortress outside Maraton usually only guards came here. Because the skin of the Forgotten cannot withstand the storm of the desolate land, the guards' shifts changed very frequently.

Fidelick happened to get stuck at this time and came to the cabin. Allerick became more and more suspicious. He slowly approached, and the room was always flashing with a light hanging light.

No movement? Allerick was a little surprised. He was afraid that Fidelick would transmit magic.

The Death Killer directly pushed open the door of the cottage and looked around, and there was no one inside!

"Fiderek?"

"Thank you for following me."

"How could it be..." He quickly turned around and came back, and the undead appeared behind him for no reason.

"I just happen to be missing a more useful skin." Fidelick's hand suddenly emitted a dark energy to hit Allerick.

Suddenly, Allerick found in horror that his throat was blocked by something. The bones all over his body began to tremble. Something was oppressing him. He wanted to yell loudly, but he couldn't make a sound.
Chapter completed!