Hu Feng traveled through the Redridge Mountains, seeing many familiar yet somewhat changed sights and towns along the way.
On the outskirts of Lakeshire, Hu Feng also encountered the Three Brothers Behind the Stone, who were still dutifully hiding behind a huge rock to ambush people.
The three Blackrock Orcs had clearly failed to check the calendar before leaving home today. They had kicked an impossibly huge iron plate.
Trying to trap and ambush a Titan with a tattered net was probably a first in all of history for these three brothers.
A few minutes later, the Three Brothers Behind the Stone hung frozen in midair, their faces filled with terror as waves of suffocating pain constantly assailed them.
"Hey, tell me something. You've been ambushing passing adventurers and merchant caravans here day after day. What are you doing it for? You're no longer connected to the Blackrock Clan, are you? I heard about your deeds long ago."
"Eat... get full... live... wait for Horde... return... fight Alliance..." The eldest brother answered haltingly in broken Common.
Hu Feng did not know whether to laugh or cry. They truly were three exemplary young men of the Horde! Unaware of the changes in the outside world, they had hidden foolishly in the depths of the Redridge Mountains ever since the Frostwolf Clan carried out its rearguard mission, waiting for the Old Horde to come back.
With a wave of his hand, he lowered the three Orcs to the ground.
"Didn't the Horde send anyone to find you?"
Hu Feng found it rather strange. After the New Horde was established, it and the Iron Horde had gathered scattered and surviving Orc forces throughout the Eastern Kingdoms. Apart from the small group of diehards who had now joined the True Horde, every other Orc