Let’s not talk about whether the loud noise was the masterpiece of the blood elves. In any case, without a definite basis, it doesn’t matter if it is the achievement of this race for the time being.

What’s important is that in the face of this destructive power, once you are attacked due to insufficient intelligence, the consequences will definitely not be clearly expressed in just one point!

"Damn Blood Elf... Take this and hurry up to our observation point at the Fire Wing Post. If there are no survivors, come back immediately to discuss another batch of combat plans, otherwise find a way to figure out the information about the secret weapon - even if it's just a little bit!"

Xingyu stuffed something in a light red roll into Lu De's hand.

"The fortress is about to enter a full-scale preparation state. If you want to pass, remember to show this!"

As the ranger's unique bowstring sounded, the entire fortress began to slowly change from a warning state to a wartime system, and the originally opened solid wood hanging door gradually closed.

As for the high elf who is still outside...

Apart from the necessary scouts, the remaining rangers quickly climbed back to the city wall through the rope thrown above, ready to face a possible attack.

As for the Kodo beast of a certain tempesta—

The moment the explosion sounded, the huge beast was frightened and broke free from the reins and ran to somewhere.

Anyway, there is no need to come yet?

———

"Yes, we've been monitoring Fire Wings' sentry here...the blood elves' stronghold in the forest."

It's not much trouble to find the Fire Wings front.

After verifying the identity certificate in Lu De's hand, Lieutenant Milidian spread his hands helplessly.

"Unfortunately, we failed to find out whether these blood elves were the culprits of the explosion just now - maybe we could sneak in and search for the remaining clues? However, it is best to be careful of the evil orc camp in the south and the orc scouts stationed there. We have fought many times, and they are difficult guys to deal with."

"Just sneak in just like that?"

Lu De looked to the open area inside the forest.

"It seems that there is nothing that can keep us hiding our tracks..."

The blood elves who use this place as a stronghold are naturally not fools.

Although the Fire Wings Post does not have the usual towering magic spire for both observation and attack - perhaps because of the greater limitation of the view in the forest, there is no obstacle that can cover the body except for a few shrubs at the height and waist.

According to the perspective of ordinary games, you will not be attacked if you walk outside the alert range-

The problem is the stronghold.

If an unreported guy appears within the alert range and can maintain physical integrity, it should be considered in a very good condition...

“Leave me to complete the infiltrating activity.”

The grass not far from someone suddenly shook, and another high elf stood up from it.

(Seloria Shadow Clothes, Level 67 Humanoid)

"You can just have a little bit of defense for me - although sneaking is enough to pass through this area, the blood elves have set up a large number of magic traps on the ground, and if they are triggered, it may be quite bad."

"Isn't it a thief's mission to lift the trap?"

Lu De noticed that the opponent's equipment was not a bow and arrow, but two short crossbows, paired with a thief weapon combination with a pair of short swords at the waist.

It is usually the responsibility of the hunter department to arrange traps, but then again, it seems that they have not mastered the skills of the opposite direction - the so-called killing or burying is simply for them!

“…”

The high elf who was asked about the pain suddenly suffocated from his eyes to his body.

Obviously, the possibility of removing traps is an absolute prohibition.

Maybe there are some tragic experiences that may be possible!

"Okay, I get it..."

This reaction is simply not necessary to confirm it - in order to avoid any unforced mistakes made by the other party in the next task, someone decisively terminated the conversation.

"But first, you have to tell me the distribution of the general force within the Fire Wing Post..."

Information confirmation before the war is very necessary.

Someone doesn't want to be fireworks when he is still working on the task of bait.

——Unlike the troops in the general sense, except for the ranks of the Desert, most of the blood elves' army are magicians. There are only a few physics professions that are regarded as the backbone of traditional troops.

"Rose, Aleigh, ready!"

"I see!"

"Don't worry! If there is a magician, I will try my best to prevent him from letting out the spells!"

“…Your interests are really unique.”

Milidian, who was next to him, looked at the light blue dragon-shaped phantom that stretched out from the pendant and complained very rarely.

"So...please keep up with me."

———

While the entire Delano's sight was attracted by the explosion, away from the focus of the explosion center, there was a different scene on the grassland of Nagran.

"Prepare to attack! Attack! Be sure to find the culprit who dares to destroy our connection with the souls of the ancestors, and then completely smash them!"

Inside Galadar, an orc wielding a battle axe was eagerly directing the orc warriors in front of him to gather urgently.

"Don't be so impatient, Garrosh. We..."

"Where is the time to say this to me now, Dranosh?"

In the middle of the team, a brown-skinned orc was roaring angrily.

"I mean - our ancestors' resting place has been completely disturbed by unknown people. When my grandmother was seriously ill, we were the only ones who could lead the overall situation. We must set our own example for the soldiers below!"

Perhaps because I felt that my approach was a little too much, the orc warrior named Garrosh rarely closed his tone.

"Garrosh, I didn't mean to stop you, but..."

Next to the Mercedes-Benz's wolf, another orc warrior also has brown skin.

"We don't even know who planned it all. Before we set out, my grandmother once told me that we hope we can listen to that person's advice..."

"I think. Maybe I can know a little bit of the truth."

Zhou You saluted Garrosh.

"Although it's very presumptuous, I'm...yes, after the Holy Land was destroyed. I've tried to find possible clues there, but this was only mentioned with Grandma Gaia's."

"What did you find? Say it!"

Garrosh grabbed Zhouyou's collar and picked up the latter almost from his mount, and the droplets splashed out between his fangs splashed out bit by bit.

I don’t know if the orcs have the habit of brushing their teeth.

"Garrosh, I think you are a bit too much. This person is our guest anyway and has brought us important information! No one can lie in front of the Soul of Elements!"

"Yes, you're right, I'm just too anxious to get news from the enemy-"

Under the persuasion of his companions, Garrosh finally nodded to Zhou You stiffly.

As an orc with a particularly irritable temper, this is quite difficult, especially the other party is not his elder.

"Your Holy Land...maybe it's just a scam for the Draenei people."

The sound of Zhouyou was not loud.

But this shook the blue in the ears of several young orc leaders.

"Scam...what is that?"

The vague words made Delanos' brow deeply impressed.

"I hope you can make it clear!"

"Maybe you haven't discovered that the architectural style of your so-called holy land is actually the traditional layout of the Delaney people - I got this from there, maybe you can verify what I said there."

Some unknown material was put in the palm of Zhou You.

"I can't reproduce the scene of the day, but Grandmother Gaiaan once demonstrated the elemental spells that shamans can go back to time... Yes, if you can, maybe you can see something."

"Damn it, grandma is now seriously ill. We can't force her to do these things anymore!"

Garrosh angrily inserted his weapon to the ground.

It is undoubtedly a very upsetting situation that it has an ending plan but cannot be used.

"If those damn blue hooves are really related to them, I will definitely turn Tara into ruins to pay homage to the souls of my ancestors!"

"So, there should always be some kind of inheritance, or someone who can have the same shamanic power?"

“Heir…”

These three words muttered in the orc warrior's throat.

“Isn’t there one?”

Beside several people, another orc warrior cracked the corners of his mouth.

Unlike others, he only had one eye intact, but the other eye socket was deeply sunken, as if the eyeball had completely disappeared from it.
To be continued...