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Three black shadows were moving quickly through the dust and slug swamp. Marla was the most agile, and she was the first to run in front.

"You are so bold that you actually made those promises to them. Veronara would not be happy to know." Carrila said to the dark ranger in front of her, and the wind passed her words into the other person's ears.

"What does a small price count? I believe Ms. Veronara will understand."

After hearing this, Cleya quickly ran to Marla. "But you haven't told us what you thought of yet. Didn't you agree to go to Okaz Island? Why are we going back to Marlaton now?"

"Because there is no need to go to Okaz Island to confirm whether the Gaugro saw the Alliance. I can be sure now that those people are definitely not the Alliance, but the Pirates."

Cleia and Carrira stopped and looked at each other in shock.

"pirate?"

"Why are you so sure?"

Marla stopped, but did not answer their questions. "Not only that, I also doubt that the whole thing, including our fleet being attacked, was the tribe behind the scenes."

Cleya smiled in confusion, her face full of confusion. "Tribe? I really don't know what you are talking about? What does this matter have to do with the tribe."

Marra looked ahead and they had entered the southern barren land, which became even more desolate after the catastrophe, and wandering Kodo beasts and wind snakes everywhere. She also saw a tauren-style shed built under an introverted cliff. She remembered that it was a place called Flint Post, which once belonged to the ring of the earth, but now it was abandoned. However, seeing this place also made Marra feel happy, because Flint Post was not far from Razor Heights.

She wanted to spend all her time on her way, but her two companions were obviously not satisfied with her feeling of being kept in the dark.

"My sisters," said Marla, "You can sort out all the ideas by thinking about Gaugelo's words. He said that when he approached the three humans on the beach, the other party was very polite, but when he mentioned that he wanted to unite with them to deal with the tribe, the three humans immediately turned against each other. What does this mean? It only means that the three humans are not alliance people, otherwise they would not be able to get close to the Taurus at the first time and refuse to join forces to deal with the tribe."

"I understand, so the strange thing is why the three humans did not directly attack Gao Luoke. In fact, they obeyed the tribe. At first, Gao Luoke was mistaken for being a tribe's person. Until Gao Luoke revealed his identity and determined his origin from the tattoo pattern on his body, the three people immediately launched an attack."

"Totally correct." Marla looked at Carrira and asked for her opinion.

"So you also asked Goroke why he was sure that it was the Alliance's ship, and the Taurus said that he had seen the Alliance's lion sail flag, just like the observer on the Witherer, in the fog, anyone would subjectively think that the person who made trouble was the Alliance." Carrira smiled, "Maybe I understand why Veronara sent you to investigate this matter now."

"It's not just that." Marra's expression became serious. "I also thought about why the Horde wanted to make the relationship between us and the Alliance worsen. At first I thought Hellscream just wanted to fight both of us, so that he could reap profits in our war with the Alliance. But when the Horde sent an envoy to contact us some time ago, I realized that things were not that simple. Garrosh should have not given up on the idea of ​​letting the Forsaken join the Horde, or rather, he wanted to control us, especially during the period when the Withering Master was away, let us become a weapon for him to deal with the Alliance."

"When we go to war with the Alliance, the Horde will undoubtedly become a powerful ally?" Carrila sneered, "The chief with an ogre head thought we would need his help?"

"Thankfully, he didn't realize how powerful we were. If it weren't for the Withered Master, the Forsaken Wave would have long been..." Before Cleya could finish her words, she was interrupted by a sudden exclaim from Marra.

"There is an ambush!"

As soon as he heard the warning, Carrira and Cleya quickly pulled out their swords and immediately took a pose to respond. At the same time, a total of three black shadows surged out from under the ground.

These uninvited guests were burly. Although the cloak on their bodies blocked the key physical characteristics, they still could not hide the fact that they were elves. But Marla soon discovered something was wrong. She did not smell the smell of living people from these people. On the contrary, the other party even gave her a familiar feeling.

Surprisingly, these roadblockers actually raised their heads themselves. They basically retained their appearance during their lifetime. They are about 5-6 feet tall, slim and strong, with long hair and a small amount of facial hair. But the difference is that their muscles show a necrotic luster.

"Sallein!" Marla couldn't believe her eyes.

The minions that once belonged to the Lich King are now back? They haven't disappeared yet?

After the defeat of the Lich King, many soldiers of the Scourge Regiment recovered their consciousness, such as Orisos and Prefist, who were accepted as members of the Forsaken. But some were not so lucky. Nathanos once refused the surrender of the Sarein clan because he saw that these vampires had no self-control at all, and their desire for blood and killing was always so strong.

"How could they be here?" Carrira asked.

Maybe this question should be answered by themselves. Marra thought. A Sarein had rushed towards her. The Dark Ranger dodged the opponent's dagger and waved his dagger to attack his heart and abdomen.

She noticed that Salain had never thought of avoiding her sword, and she couldn't help but think of what Nathanos described to them a long time ago: Don't bleed, otherwise Salain would go crazy and suck you into a skin.

Marla recalled this sentence, so the dagger that she wanted to cut open the throat of the enemy in front of her suddenly retracted it just to block the attack on her arm by the dagger, and then seize the opportunity, stood firm and kicked the vampire's stomach. Salain was struck by this sudden counterattack.

"Don't get hurt, sisters." She warned. Then she found herself a little worried. In the raid at the Ice Crown Fortress, Veronara led the Dark Ranger to defeat the blood queen Lannaser. Marra was not among them at that time, but Carrira and Cleya were witnesses.

Now you just need to pay attention to the battle in front of you.

Marla's energy was concentrated, and she predicted and defended against Salein's attack many times, and looked for opportunities to launch an attack.

Unprepared for defense, Marla kicked Salain's leg hard.

Although it was not enough to kick the bone, the opponent lost his balance because of the sudden attack and fell to the ground. Marla waited for the long-awaited opportunity and rushed straight to the enemy's chest.

As she expected, the sword easily pierced through the cloak, and most of the sword body was inserted into it, but the blade did not feel any piercing into the flesh and blood body, and it was more difficult than expected when drawing the sword. At this time, the Dark Ranger was surprised to find that there was no blood on the blade.

The blow from the center of the heart failed to cause damage. Marl gritted his teeth and tried hard not to distract himself from this strange situation. The enemy in front of him stood firm again.

At this moment, a long sword fell from the sky and accurately struck the enemy's head. The hood was torn in half by the sword blade, and a twisted and sickly blood elf face appeared in the cloak, which was even more abominable because of the pain.

"Don't be fooled by their appearance." Carrila undoubtedly had settled her opponent. Cleya leaned over.

One of the remaining Salain shouted in Saras to retreat.

The enemy fled. Marla turned around to see Sarein, who had just been knocked to the ground by Carrira. His head was cut in, and he was motionless, but he disappeared under the gaze of the dark rangers.

There was no trace. The Salein seemed to disappear in an instant, and even the traces of the battle disappeared.

"I never thought I would meet them. Is this a coincidence?" Cleia asked. Marla and Kalila were also confused.

They hoped it was a coincidence, just a revenge campaign initiated by Salein by the Withered Ones. But the ambush they prepared did not seem to be temporarily thought out. They knew the specific route and itinerary of the Dark Ranger trio. With this alone, Marla had reason to believe that they were related to what had happened recently.

"Only Veronara and Tatsel's people know about our actions, how did the news leak?"

"It seems that the hidden dangers inside the Forgotten One are much more serious than we think."

Carrila spat: "Damn!" She let out a breath from her gritted teeth, pointed to the cloak on the ground and said: "When Salein came to surrender, she shouldn't have driven them away, but should have taken the opportunity to kill them all."

Marla shook her head. It is no point to pursue past mistakes now. They must immediately report the news of Salein's appearance to Veronara.

Along the way, Marra whispered to her two companions: "Sisters, I think it's better not to go directly to the Forgotten Territory. We didn't notice it before Salain came out, not far from Razor Heights, and they were probably already hidden among the Forgotten."

"Agree." Cleia nodded, "We should contact Veronara secretly and warn her."

...

Tatsel was furious. She couldn't help but touch the hilt with her hands, and on the other hand, she had to force herself to resist the urge to pull it out. Last time, at the meeting, she failed to get the support of others and allowed her subordinates to be humiliated for nothing. Veronara promised to give her the truth, but there was no news yet. She couldn't wait any longer.

Her anger was rekindled by news from Ratchet City. "How many of them have they injured us?"

"More than thirty people were seriously injured, and seventeen died on the spot." Hakel replied, "Gazrouve arrested them, and it is unknown how they dealt with them."

Tatsel shook his head angrily. "That's useless. The goblins will release them as long as they receive enough money." She stood up from her chair and began to pace back and forth in the cabin room, muttering constantly: "Human, human."

"This is simply ridiculous, Commander. We cannot be led by these idiots. Why do we have to endure the provocation of living people? They are simply shameless and don't take us seriously and always treat us as monkeys. The copper mines they exchanged for us are all inferior goods. This is a naked insult to us."

Tatsel stood in front of the window. She looked at the endless sea outside the window, and the gentle waves slapped on the beach, completely quiet and peaceful. She was still thinking and hesitating whether it was time to break the tranquility in front of her and let the storm fall.

"It's lawless. If humans continue to do whatever they want, it will be a matter of time before they declare war on us again."

"Sooner or later, sir," Hacker added.

"Yes, war will come, Captain. We can't wait passively anymore. We need to start first." She shouted in the direction of the door: "Come!"

The messenger walked into the room. Seeing this person, Hacker cheered up. She had guessed the next order from Tatsel.

"What orders do you have, sir?"

"Send the message immediately, let the Blade, the Sword of Desolation, and the Angry Long-Shirting Roar be ready, the faster the better."

"Yes, sir, let's do it now." The messenger saluted and left the command room.

Hacker scratched his cheek thoughtfully and said, "Sir, please forgive me for asking you - are you planning not to ask the opinions of several other adults?"

"No need." Tatsel sat back on her chair. The action had begun. "They would just persuade me to wait and wait for the truth."

Hacker showed a fleeting, undetected smile. "Then where are we going?"

"Nanhai Town!"

"Then, I ask the Wither to participate in this operation."

"Your ship is still under maintenance, Hacker."

The captain shook his head. "No, sir. It can go out to sea, and I can assure you that my crew has the highest desire to fight, and they, like me, want to make the Alliance and humanity pay the price."

Tatsel laughed and nodded constantly to agree. "Very good, this is my soldier. I will allow your request, so you can prepare too. Don't let me down when attacking Nanhai Town."
Chapter completed!