Encounter

Along the way, Zul'ra led people to walk eastward along the path for an hour, and met several Undeads. Those Undeads were completely walking against his team, and their directions were surprisingly consistent. They seemed to have received some kind of order to go somewhere.

"Do you know where that direction is!" Zul'ra took Ironfang, looked at a group of Undead passing through, frowned and asked Skrinjer and Orcs and Trolls beside him.

"It seems to be Hearthglen. I followed Warchief here before." Skrinjer couldn't help but say after looking at the direction and location.

"Hearthglen!" Zul'ra's eyebrows twitched slightly, and suddenly there was a warning sign in his heart. He felt that the spirit of the wilderness was warning him something. The hair on Ironfang's neck suddenly stood up, and a low whimper came from his throat. Those Worg and Raptor were all a little uneasy.

Zul'ra closed his eyes slightly and immediately felt a breath approaching sharply from the east. His mental vision instantly broke away from his body and looked over. He saw a group of cavalry rushing on the road in the forest. There were at least a thousand of them, and they were fully armed armored cavalry coming from the road to the east.

"Quick, hide, hide." Zul'ra opened his eyes and quickly told his men to hide. His two hundred men were really incomparable to those human armored cavalry.

As soon as they hid in the depths of the woods, the ground began to shake. Orcss all hugged their own uneasy Worgs whose hair was exploding, and Trollss also comforted Raptors. They quietly looked out and saw a long line of smoke sweeping up from the road, forming a large smoke screen.

"They are chasing those Undead." Skrinjer looked at the human cavalry rushing past on the road and felt a little cold sweat on his forehead. He had his own Worg, has always been very proud of this, thinking that if Horde has enough marauders, it will be able to sweep across all directions, but today when he saw these human cavalry running in unison, he felt that the marauders on his side were a bit lacking.

"Yes, so we can't stay any longer. Let's set off to the north immediately and don't stop here." Zul'ra looked at the cavalry that passed in front of them after more than ten minutes, and patted Ironfang next to him who was also lying on the ground in a fighting posture. Now Scourge has started to make a fuss. He can't get anything by staying here. He can only make Lordaeron misunderstand, so it is better to leave early.

"Yes!" Skrinjer nodded slightly.

Zul'ra did not dare to delay any more on the way, and began to travel eastward quickly. After crossing Thondroril River, he drove straight along the main road. When it was getting dark, the team had already reached the vicinity of Lake Mereldar. There were human towns on Lake Mereldar, and it was impossible to walk there, so Zul'ra turned away to the wilderness.

Lake Mereldar belongs to the area north of the Thalas Mountains. Trolls people are quite familiar with the terrain here. At night, Zul'ra took everyone to rest next to Blackwood Lake. It started to rain in the sky at night, which made people feel bored.

After daybreak, Zul'ra immediately started to set off again, heading north along the west coast of Blackwood Lake and passing through a wilderness. Thalas Mountains was already in sight. As long as he passed through Thalassian Pass, that was the territory of Amani.

Zul'ra asked Trolls and Orcs to go to Thalassian Pass to wait, and then he turned around and followed the scouts and Frostwolf who were familiar with the terrain. Ironfang went west and passed through a dense forest. There was a road in the forest that led directly to the human city Stratholme. He wanted to see how Stratholme was doing now!

Stratholme is a city built on a coastal mountain. Its entrance is a lake. Behind the lake is a square. After the square is the urban settlement. Zul'ra Looking across the lake from a distance, there is still popularity in that city.

"It looks like it hasn't happened yet." Zul'ra looked at the city that was dim but not completely dead. He couldn't help but turn his head and wanted to leave along the way, but he didn't want to run into a man and a woman in the dense forest.

"Trolls!" The young man, whose face was no longer handsome and had a layer of stubble on his chin, looked at the tall creature in front of him and subconsciously raised the silver war hammer in his hand.

"Arthas." Zul'ra glanced at the dejected young man with wet stains on his armor, and the young woman beside him with water drops on the brim of her blue silk cloak. She couldn't help but take a breath. We met here, so to speak, those Undead we met earlier went to Hearthglen to besiege Arthas, and those cavalry also went to rescue him!

"Wait a minute, Arthas, he is Zul'ra Jin." The blue silk hood was put on his head, Jaina looked a little haggard, and he stopped Arthas who wanted to move with the staff in his hand.

"Ironfang." Zul'ra stopped the scout who was about to take action, and at the same time called Frostwolf who was about to attack.

"Zul'ra Jin, why are you here?" Jaina held up his staff to stop his partner and asked politely to the tall Trolls in front of him.

"I just came here to take a look." Zul'ra looked at the polite young woman and nodded slightly.

"Peering into the city of Lordaeron?" Arthas's expression was cold, with a kind of suppressed decadence and madness hidden beneath the coldness.

"Arthas." Jaina looked at Arthas who was increasingly unable to control himself, and couldn't help but let out a light drink.

"When I peeked into this city, I would not come here with just one scout and one Frostwolf, but with an entire army." Zul'ra looked at the prince with a cold and prickly attitude and couldn't help but sneered.

"You can give it a try." Arthas lowered his eyelids, staring at the tall Trolls in front of him in the shadows, holding the war hammer in his hands tightly.

"Arthas, you shouldn't be like this." Jaina looked at the young man who had offended King of the Amani and couldn't help but yelled with a hint of pleading. Lordaeron In this situation, it is not appropriate to provoke Amani again.

"Jaina, have you met the prophet?" Zul'ra looked at the prince who had not made any progress and was unwilling to talk to him anymore, so he asked Jaina directly.

"Prophet, you mean the mysterious man who can turn into a crow?" Jaina couldn't help but feel refreshed after listening to Zul'ra's words. Even Arthas turned his gaze sideways.

"That's right, it's him. If I were you now, you should listen to his words. Even if you don't want to cross the sea to the west, you can go south to Stormwind to seek asylum." Zul'ra said, looking at Jaina who was slightly energetic.

"I will never abandon my people." Arthas refused the proposal with a straight face.

"I can't find any place for your people in your heart." Zul'ra looked at Arthas who was trying to talk and sneered. A childish child who regards himself as the center of the world slanders the honor of the prince by protecting his people. He seems tall, but in essence he is the same as "if you don't change, you are not a China person".

"Trolls, you know nothing about me." Arthas looked at Trolls who sneered, surprisingly not angry, but the decadence in his heart was hidden deeper.

"Jaina, turn back here! You don't want to see the next scene, so I'm leaving first." Zul'ra didn't want to talk to Arthas anymore. After leaving a word to Jaina, he walked away with his subordinates and Frostwolf. Arthas could no longer look back.

Thank you for your long reward and your support.