Rhonin wasn't naive enough to think the Dwarves were there to help him.
Rhonin was still somewhat confident that the opposing side consisted of only three Dwarves, even though they had three Gryphon.
The outcome depends on which side Vereesa is on.
The Dwarves were getting closer and closer. Their target was clear; they knew exactly where Rhonin and Vereesa were hiding. The two had no choice but to stand up.
"We're looking for a man and a woman, is that you?" The Dwarf in leather armor stared at Rhonin and Vereesa, while the other two Dwarves drew their weapons and stood guard.
Rhonin secretly glanced at Vereesa and, seeing the hesitation in her gaze, lost confidence and decided to take a more tactful approach.
"Haha, the weather's nice today, except for those damned Orcs and dragons. Oh, you're looking for a man and a woman, but we have a man and a woman here. I think there must be some misunderstanding."
Rhonin gestured exaggeratedly and said with a grin.
"A woman and a man?" The leading Dwarf cautiously took a step back, stroked his long beard, and said to his companion beside him:
"Did you hear that? We're looking for a man and a woman. They are a man and a woman."
"Boss, it seems we've got the wrong people," said the other Dwarf, seemingly relaxing his guard, but still gripping his weapon tightly.
"That's right, our target is a man and a woman, not a woman and a man," said the third Dwarf.
The leading Dwarf scratched his head. "That's right, they're not our target. That damned Destroyer of Azeroth, tremble before the wrath of us Dwarves."
"Destroyer Azeroth, "Terenas Rhonin guessed, "That's no small King."
The Dwarves then rode away on Gryphon. Before leaving, the leader of the Dwarves kindly reminded them:
"The Order of the Silver Hand have entered Khaz Modan; they're searching along the coastline, and they won't be as kind as we are."
Watching the Dwarves disappear into the distance, Rhonin grew increasingly puzzled. "How did they find us?"
The Orb of Sight and the Golden Ring had been discarded while he was in the water. Rhonin had no magical items on him, so it was unclear how he had been tracked, unless...
Rhonin stared at Vereesa suspiciously.
Vereesa stared at Rhonin in astonishment. "Those Dwarves just left like that, how did you do it?"
"It's a little secret," Rhonin said vaguely, pondering whether he needed to get rid of Vereesa and part ways.
Vereesa bit her lip. "We can make a trade. I'll tell you how they found us."
Rhonin narrowed his eyes. "You know?"
Vereesa raised her head, speaking with a hint of arrogance, "Back on the ship, they spiked our food. They ground up the young Mana Wyrm and mixed them into our diet. The mother dragons, longing for their young, would search for them. This way, they not only knew we were alive but also located us. Now it's your turn."
"Is there any way to shake off the tracking?" Rhonin asked anxiously.
"That's the next question," Vereesa said gruffly.
Rhonin was anxious, but tried to soften his tone. "I made a gesture in front of the Dwarves. It's an ancient spell called Dwarf Slayer. You know Dwarves are transformed from Earthen, and Dwarf Slayer was invented to target that characteristic. It's just that it's very difficult to cast."
"You know Dwarf Slayer?" Vereesa asked in surprise, having heard of this magic.
Rhonin shook his head. "No, I only saw related records in ancient books in Dalaran."
Vereesa realized then that the Dwarves were not fools and would not die for King Terenas.
"If you hide yourself in the mud, you can shake off the pursuers," Vereesa said seriously.
Rhonin immediately sprang into action. The area was rich in vegetation and had ample water, so finding the silt shouldn't be difficult.
Unfortunately, it was too late. The loud sound of horses' hooves approached. Vereesa gripped her bow tightly, but when she saw the approaching figure, she could only helplessly lower her arms.
Rhonin had prepared to cast a spell when he saw six burly figures riding horses charging towards them and surrounding them. Rhonin gave up and obediently raised his hands.
The armor of the six knights gleamed with a silver light, and a spear was pointed at Rhonin's chest, on which was engraved a hand reaching towards heaven.
Order of the Silver Hand
The seventh knight slowly approached Rhonin, a snake-like Mana Wyrm coiled around his wrist, his small eyes glaring angrily at Rhonin, emitting an unintelligible roar.
The knight was somewhat old, with a fairly handsome face and a neatly trimmed short beard. Vereesa's beautiful face made him slightly lose his composure, but his knightly principles quickly calmed him down, and he carefully examined Rhonin from head to toe.
"I really don't know how you managed to fool those Dwarves, forcing me to come out in person."
A powerful punch landed on Rhonin's stomach. Rhonin felt a blackout before his eyes and doubled over in pain like a shrimp.
This attack was enough to render the physically weak mage incapable of fighting. Two knights moved closer and bound Rhonin tightly.
The knight bowed respectfully to Vereesa: "Beautiful lady, we need you to come with us for some reason. We promise you will not be troubled."
Vereesa glanced at Rhonin, who was vomiting bile and writhing in pain. "What are you going to do with him?"
The knight said solemnly, "Uther the Lightbringer will personally hand him over to the Orcs, perhaps as a corpse, perhaps with his limbs broken, to prove our friendship to the noble Orcs."
"This is too barbaric." Vereesa's face showed reluctance. "He saved my life, and I want to stay by his side before you execute him."
The knight clearly showed jealousy, but quickly smiled gently, "With such a beautiful woman by his side, it seems he can die in peace."
Rhonin struggled to Pain Suppression his anger; he had been captured by the Order of the Silver Hand and was now a prisoner.
In the air, Robbie and Krasus, who were hiding, watched as Rhonin was captured. The knights brutally tied him to the saddle, and as they were jostled along the way, Rhonin vomited constantly, almost bringing up bile.
In contrast Vereesa received excellent treatment; the knights gave her a horse and did everything they could to curry favor with her.
"Should we save him?" Krasus asked awkwardly, feeling a bit annoyed by being a babysitter.
Robbie pondered quietly, then whispered, "I've read SI:7's intelligence. Uther the Lightbringer and Zuluhed, the chieftain of the Dragonmaw Clan, have a very good relationship. When the Dragonmaw Clan was besieged and on the verge of annihilation, it was Uther opened a passage and even ordered Cannon Fodder Troops to sacrifice themselves, thus solving the Dragonmaw Clan's food problem."
Krasus nodded. "I've heard about that too. The Silver Hand knights dared to show their faces here because of this connection."
Robbie continued, "The Dragonmaw Clan is not a monolithic entity. Chieftain Zuluhed and the Nekros Skullcrusher Warlock controls the Demon Soul have a deep-seated conflict and both wish they could devour the other."
Krasus understood. "If Nekros knew Uther was coming, he certainly wouldn't miss the opportunity to weaken Chieftain Zuluhed."
"Without Uther's support, Chieftain Zuluhed is like a man without an arm." Robbie chuckled, looking down. "Deathwing is right. Rhonin was handpicked; no one is more suitable. He's actually safer under Nekros's command."