When the sun was gradually setting in the west, there were no pursuers behind them.
In fact, when they chased to the end, those goblins were already more of a shouting bluff than a real pursuit of them to make a fortune before they came to this hellish place, but they didn't really fight hard.
"If you don't run, you won't be able to run if you kill me."
Nesinwari cried out as he rolled into a patch of soft grass and lay on his back.
The dwarf was not good at running in the first place, and at his age, it was even more difficult to adapt to such long and intense running.
"Okay, let's take a break."
Diego shouted as he stopped running, leaning against the trunk of a towering tree, gasping violently.
After a while, calming his breath a little, he quietly poked his head out and glanced in the direction he had come.
There was silence in that direction, no whistling bullets, no screaming goblins.
"There's no one chasing after you."
Masrae exchanged a few words with a golden-winged parrot standing in the treetops, and then spoke.
Everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Guan Haifa, go to the vigilance."
Diego said to his animal companion.
The big cat roared softly, then leaped lightly into the thick grass.
The grass shook a few times and came to a standstill.
It was completely gone.
Diego turned and looked at the Nesinvari men.
The men were exhausted and sat staggering.
"I must say that it's all my fault, that I screwed up the business between you and the goblins."
Diego said apologetically.
In fact, if the dwarf asks for it, he is even willing to make monetary compensation.
"Come on, it's just a small business of a few dozen gold coins, and you saved our lives."
Necinvari sat up from among the weeds that had been blanketed and said nonchalantly.
Several others nodded their heads in agreement Diego smiled and did not continue on the topic, this favor he would remember.
"What's next for you?"
He asked.
"I was going to help you find the necromancer, you know.
I'm a good hunter and have a knack for tracking my prey, but I don't seem to be able to do it anymore.
Nesinwari said with some bitterness, after seeing the methods of the two men.
The old dwarf didn't think he could help the two of them much.
"Maybe I'm too old."
He reluctantly admitted in his heart.
"You'd better get out of the Valley of Thorns for a while, knowing that the goblins may not know where the two of us are going, but they must know where your camp is.
If you don't want to lose your harvest during this time, it would be a good idea to go back to Stormwind.
Diego suggested.
"You're right.
It's not too short for us to come out this time, it's time to go back.
Necinvari thought for a moment and said, he looked at Diego and Masrae, and boldly extended an invitation, "If you go to Stormwind, remember to find me in the dwarven quarters."
I can guarantee you'll get the best wine in all of Stormwind!
” They've been out long enough, or they'd have been shocked by the names of Diego and Masrae, the title of Fellow Saint has been on the heads of two men for too long, and these two names are now almost unknown to everyone in Stormwind.
Everybody knows.
"If you go south, you must be careful of the trolls, especially the two troll clans of the Bloodtop Clan and the Skull Shattering Clan, you must not get involved in this war."
Before leaving, Nesinvari warned solemnly, but he didn't intend to ask Diego where they were going.
"We will."
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Diego thanked him sincerely. …… Towards evening, standing on the top of a hill, Diego watched as Nesinvari and his party headed west.
They will return to camp and then pack their bags and return to Stormwind.
If they're lucky enough, they can even catch a merchant ship heading north along the dark north.
Although it may cost a dozen gold coins, it is still worth it for a few people who are like arrows.
"What do we do next?"
Watching their figures disappear into the jungle in the distance, Masrae asked in a low voice.
"Do you have any clue?"
"Stavon is definitely no longer in the goblin camp, he already knows that he is exposed, and those goblins are not enough, leaving is his only option."
Diego speculated, but he wasn't quite sure, because in the chaos of the previous goblin camp.
They had completely lost track of the necromancer, and it would be difficult to find him again.
"If you were Staven, what would you do at this time?"
Masrae asked suddenly.
"Looking for a helper?"
Diego felt as if he had vaguely captured a feeling, but another question followed, "But I don't understand why he fled south, if he wants to seek help from the Cursed Cult, he should flee to Lordaeron in the north, after all, the plague lands there are the stronghold of the Cursed Sect, and there are more necromancers than stray dogs on the streets of Stormwind." ” "Do you think he's here to ask for help?"
Diego asked in confusion.
"Perhaps?"
The Night Elf said irresponsibly, "Otherwise, what is he doing here?"
” "Help......
Diego muttered.
He sat on a tree stump, pondering, his thinking hand twitching every fold in his mind, searching his memories of Thorn Valley for any organization or force in the region that might help Staven.
It was the first time he had thought so quietly since the priest girl died.
In the midst of this deep thought, the eyes that had been blinded by hatred finally brushed away the dust that had shrouded them, and as he gradually calmed down, the name of a man, to be precise, a troll, came to his mind.
The moment he thought of the name, Diego felt a sudden light in his heart, and he immediately remembered the natural disaster potions he had seen transported by the Cursed Cultists at the smuggling ferries in the Western Wilderness.
What are those potions called?
Zangil's Touch!
Well, there is only one truth, and that is that Zangier and the necromancers have already colluded.
In fact, the name Zangier can be considered famous throughout the Thorn Valley region.
The troll witch doctor's potion could turn his fellow citizens into zombie golems, and he was exiled by the Skullsplitting Clan.
However, he did not leave the Valley of Thorns, but hid with his followers in the ruins of Jubwal and Abolaz, continuing his research on potions.
Obviously, if Staven were to find a helper, this troll would be his natural and only ally.
Diego suddenly stood up from the ground.
"Let's go south!"
(To be continued.) )