"Bang"

In the warm iron furnace castle, Roglio, the interim governor of Kazmodan District, punched the table in front of him. He raised his head and looked at the orc high-level death knight in front of him with a gloomy expression. He almost squeezed out a question from his teeth.

"Tell me, they ran away?"

"Tell me, we were trapped in the Cold Ridge Valley, like the hundreds of thousands of dwarves thrown into a trap disappeared?"

"That's more than 100,000 people! That's not more than 100,000 mice! How could they disappear without a trace overnight?"

The high-level knight questioned was a little nervous. In fact, this simple orc death knight felt that what he said was like a madman, but he had to say that in the face of the angry Roglio, he said in a dry voice:

"Lord, we divided 30 high-level knights and kept monitoring the dwarves in the posts of the Cold Ridge Valley. Just yesterday afternoon, they gathered strangely in Anweimar Fortress. The dwarves lined up to walk into the fortress, but they did not come out... Until midnight, we felt something was wrong, so we ventured into Anweimar Fortress to check..."

"But there is no one there. Although it sounds a bit crazy, they really disappeared out of thin air. Other knights can testify. This is not our neglect of duty. The dwarves must have used some means that we don't know..."

"Have you checked the ground?"

The anger of the undead came and went quickly. Soon, Roglio calmed down. He sat back on the chair, rubbed his chin, and closed his eyes and thought. The high-level death knights all had their own wisdom. In such a big thing, they would not choose to hide it.

When facing Roglio's inquiry, the advanced knight nodded:

"Yes, lord, we searched every inch of the ground in Anweimar Fortress, but no secret passages were found. However... in the deepest basement of the fortress, there was energy residue that we had never seen before. The dark warlocks of the army guessed that the dwarves should have performed a ritual similar to opening the portal, but the magic power there was normal... This is also a place that puzzled us."

"Bang"

Just as the high-level knight finished speaking, the door of the Governor's office was pushed open, and the crow in black leather armor walked into the office, shook his hand at the high-level knight, and the latter immediately left with respect.

"Finished them."

The crow threw a vague magic print on Roglio's table, and the wall could see the direction of a strait, with many black dots on it.

"The coastline northwest of Kazmodan is a place that cannot be reached by normal means, but the dwarves are there now, and the third fleet of Kurtiras, who is cruising on the wetland sea, has turned and is heading towards that coast... So if you don't plan to mobilize all your military forces and stop the Kurtiras at sea, then we can't keep these dwarves."

The legendary Crowman Assassin grabbed the beautiful black feather on his head with his claws. He asked in confusion:

"Did you figure out the reason? How did these dwarves cross nearly a thousand kilometers overnight and appear on the coastline?"

"They used some weird magic."

Roglio threw the blurry magic print on the table, raised his legs and placed them on the edge of the table, leaned himself on the chair, rubbed his forehead, and closed his eyes and said:

"A magic we have never encountered before, with a large-scale teleportation, with more than one hundred thousand people, which is hard to imagine... If this model is used frequently, it would be a terrible threat to us. I plan to invite the Great Lich to explore the Anweimar Fortress in the Cold Ridge Valley. I hope he can give us an answer that will reassure us."

"As for those dwarves... let them go."

Roglio grabbed a document on the table and opened it to look at it:

"The security situation in Kazmodan District is not optimistic. I don't want to have more than 100,000 more thorns. Speaking of which, have you seen Terion? From yesterday afternoon to now, he seems to be missing..."

The crow shrugged, and a trace of curiosity flashed in his black eyes:

"His Majesty set out at midnight yesterday and went to Stranglethorn Valley, and he said that he was going to fulfill an important promise, and that I would leave Iron Fortress, go to the Arachi Heights, and contact our Lady Nasa...I heard that she has been doing well there lately, and in any case, it's a great time to work with you, Rog."

"So too."

The Governor of Kazmodan District stood up, tidied up his clothes, and reached out toward the crow:

"I wish you a good journey, my friend, see you on the next battlefield!"

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"Well...it's not the same here as the last time I came."

In the jungle of Stranglethorn Valley, Terion, who was riding on the skeleton war horse, frowned, and looked at the extremely lush black vines growing on both sides of the road. Looking at the curved horn thorns on the surfaces of the vines, he could probably guess what these weird plants used to feed them.

"Yes, the plants here seem to be more... more aggressive than before."

The blood mistress walking side by side with Terion on the tree-lined path also frowned and stared at the more prosperous jungle around. As a top ranger, she could feel the gazes hidden in the darkness of the jungle, the aggressive eyes, some belong to wild animals, but others were disturbing plants.

In the forest controlled by the Withered, there are far more danger than wild animals.

"I hate this place!"

Blood Mage Ultram pushed the monocle glasses on his face, threw out a corrosive blood arrow, and corroded the ugly and hideous young man-eating flower that was hiding in the grass beside him. Seeing the twisted creature turning into a disgusting ball of flesh while struggling, he turned to the blood Mage Saiwen beside him and said:

"The plants here have been severely activated. Their intelligence is low, but full of aggressiveness and power that does not match wisdom. No rational creature should enter here. However, this place is a real Feng Shui treasure land for the alchemist. I want to transfer my laboratory here. The activated plants collected here will definitely be able to prepare amazing potions."

"Then you have to first establish a good relationship with the "master" here."

The blood mage Saiwen, who is more and more legendary vampire style, waved his delicate sleeves, and a long sword made of blood appeared in his palm. The blood mage whispered:

"Warning! Everyone, something is coming!"

"Bangbangbangbangbang"

The sound of storm sounded in the dense forest, accompanied by the violent shaking of the trees, and it looked like something dangerous was approaching. The two blood mages were ready for battle, but after a moment, a familiar scream rang out in the forest.

"Ahhh! I've caught you! Don't run!"

"Buzz"

A few seconds later, a group of black vampire bats flew out of the quiet forest and returned to the group in the blink of an eye. With the scream of the little black bats, the hooded dwarf vampire appeared. She was as if she had just finished fighting with a gorilla. She was still holding a struggling red vine in her hand. The vine was filled with sharp barbs, looking like a hideous long whip.

"Your Majesty, Miss Mother, we have found the base camp of those forest spirits."

Ella leaned over to salute the two big men, and she said in the sharp voice of the dwarf:

"The Druids of the Withered Druids were there, and Mela was negotiating with them. It is said that their leader, a guy named Harvest Wizard, went to fight with the barbaric trolls, so we might have to wait for a while."

"Yeah, lead the way."

Terion just nodded, while Aurelia beside her looked at the bright red vine in Ella's hand curiously, and she asked curiously:

"Dwarf head, what are you holding in your hand?"

Hearing this question, Ella, who was trying to wrap the disobedient dark red vines around her waist, raised her head and showed a sweet smile to the blood mistress:

"This is my trophy, I found it in the garden where the forest spirits are nurtured. Look, it is tough and rare, like a perfect whip. In our dwarf legend about vampires, those vampires have their own whip, which is cool!"

"Oh? It sounds really good."

The blood mistress hooked her finger at Ella:

"Come on, give it to me and let me see."

Ella shook her wrist and tried to tame the dark red vines in her hand, but this strange plant with her own life was against her, trying to pierce her skin with spikes until it fell into Aurelia's hand. The blood mistress rudely injected her power into the unruly vines. After a moment, the vine used to the juice became shriveled, but she also obeyed.

"Swish"

Aurelia waved her hand, and the howling shadow rolled onto the branches on the roadside like a snake. As the blood mistress flipped her wrist, a parrot that had been sucked into the feet of Ella.

"Buzz"

The blood-red vines were rolled together obediently, and then placed by Aurelia in the aristodo of the war horse. She looked at Ella and nodded with satisfaction:

"This whip is good, I like it, it belongs to me."

"No!"

The dwarf vampire screamed in annoyance, and she grabbed her little head and complained:

"That's what I've waited for a long time before I stole it from Lin Jing's garden! You can't just take it away!"

"Yeah, little Ella."

Aurelia smiled and said to the dwarf vampire:

"If you can steal the first one, you will definitely steal the second one. This way, in exchange, when you have your own whip, I will teach you how to use it. You know, it is difficult to use this weapon without professional training. Now... don't complain, little kid, take us to Lin Jing's camp."

So amid the screams of the dwarfs and the laughter of others, the group set out again... Well, in fact, it didn't take long. In just a few minutes, they bypassed the strange trees like a maze. In a quiet valley, Terion saw the tree fortress carefully built by the forest spirits.

If you don't mind the fierce and cruel revenge of the forest spirits to the guys who destroy nature, the three-story fortress made by this tree is definitely the most beautiful building you can imagine, just like the home where the elves live in a fantasy story, flowers and plants bloom among the trees, and among the vines connected by the three-story fortress, the flexible forest spirits jump around between the fortresses.

And after the fortress, there was the big garden that Ella mentioned... it was really a very huge garden, just like a living plant encyclopedia. Alchemist Otem was attracted by the garden almost immediately. The place full of rare plants was like heaven to him.

The graceful vines hang around the fortress like curtains, and there are even wind chimes made of plants. In this fortress, Terion also saw some night elves wearing wooden armor or vine robes. Obviously, the missionary of the Withered Patriarch Moyana on Mount Hygar was very smooth, and she had already had her first followers among her compatriots.

“It’s beautiful, I like it very much.”

Aurelia stroked the exquisite wooden carvings in front of her and whispered to Terion:

"Maybe after some time, I should take my kids here for a long vacation."

Terion's attention was attracted by other things, which were some forest spirits who were patrolling on the huge thorn beasts. It seemed that these plant life already had their own professional soldiers, and judging from their temperament, they were obviously real warriors who had seen blood.

"That's a good idea because it's safe..."

The King of the Dark Blade smiled. He followed his wife to visit the fortress, but soon Terion discovered some strange things, such as, at the bottom of the fortress, some trolls lived in... These creatures that should have been hostile to the forest spirits now look like those night elf druids, who are sincerely taking care of the plants around them.

"incredible."

Terion moved his wrists and looked at the working trolls: "How did they persuade these stubborn cannibals? Look at them, they look no different from those elves druids."

"Friends, don't make such a fuss. Seeds are implanted in their bodies... Lin Jing treated them cruelly, but... they deserve it!"

A strange and hoarse voice sounded not far behind Terion and his wife. Aurelia's hand immediately placed on the dagger at her waist, but Terion stopped her. The King of the Dark Blade turned around and saw a strange troll where she saw it.

The expression on his face was not as peaceful as other trolls. On the contrary, it was filled with sorrow and cunning. Although the dark eyes were chaotic, there was a twisted desire in it. He was wearing a dirty robe, saying that it was the robe that had been lifted, and it was more like a piece of rag hanging on the thin body of the bony ribs. A row of bottles of different colors hung around the waist of the troll, filled with strange liquid.

"Oh, oh, wait, seeing that my friend can't wear so casually, Zangjil is really confused."

When the troll saw Terion look at him, he became a little anxious and shy. He tried to cover his bad appearance, but this panic made him very funny. Finally, after realizing that his image was bad, the weird troll turned around dejectedly.

"Ah, my new friend hates Zanjil, just like before, Zanjil has no friends anymore."

"Hey, wait."

Just as the weird troll was about to leave, Terion called him, and beside Terion, Aurelia grabbed Terion's arm. She could feel that the troll in front of her was very weird, not very much like a normal person, and it was a bit dangerous.

But Terion gave Aurelia a reassuring smile, then walked forward, stretched out his hand to the troll with a calm smile:
Chapter completed!