Watching this demon legion rumble away, it took a long time for everyone to recover from their shock.
"What did you just want to say?"
Christopher asked, a little confused.
"Well, what I'm trying to say is......"
Masrae muttered for a moment before remembering what he had meant to say, but now that thought didn't apply to the current situation, "Well, I've changed my mind.
Further south we'll be headlong into the Dark Gate, east blocked by the fortress, and north with hordes of demons chasing after us - now we're left with only one way to the west!
” "Into the mountains?"
"Yes, let's go into the mountains, follow the mountains to avoid the search of the pursuers, and then head north, back to the watchtower."
"But......"
Christopher stopped, his expression looking a little worried, a little frightened.
"What's wrong?"
Masrae asked in surprise.
In his impression, this berserker has always been brave and fearless, almost to the point of recklessness, and he can even have something to fear?
"It's so close to Karazhan!
You know, people have been saying that the place is haunted!
Christopher lowered his voice and said mysteriously.
Rumors of a haunting of Karazhan and the nearby town have been rife for a long time - the strange and mysterious, hidden in the darkness of the inhabitants, their piercing, mournful wails have been echoing around the tower, especially the tombs around the town, the bottomless caverns and the pits where the bodies are discarded, adding to the horror.
It is said that it is the ghost of the dead servants who once served the Guardian Medivan.
For Christopher, who is in his thirties?
For Falar's generation, they grew up listening to horror stories about Karazan every day for as long as they were sensible – and the frightening thing is that the experience of countless people who have been there and managed to escape proves that it is truly haunted!
"So what?"
Masrae couldn't help but laugh, "Chris, you have to be glad that your lord didn't give you permission to accompany you when you were in the Dust Swamp, otherwise you would have collapsed the first time you entered the Undercity, you can't imagine what a horrible sight it would be for the entire city to be inhabited by the walking dead!"
” "That's different, I've fought against the Scourge Legion," Christopher argued, "and the ghosts of Karazan are much more terrifying than the living dead of the Scourge!"
” "How scary can it be?
Have you seen it?
” "Not really, but when I was a child, people in the village used to say......"
"Come on, man, how old were you then?
You won't be so scared that you're peeing your pants, right?
Masrae looked at him with disgust and said disdainfully.
"Hey, buddy!"
Christopher was so angry that he almost jumped.
His reaction was so strong that even the scout next to him seemed to see something, his head bowed, and his face flushed.
"Let me say that those hideous-looking demons are much more terrifying than ghosts!"
Masrae put away the smile on his face and pointed to the demon legion that had just left, "We can't just drop our weapons and wait to die because we're afraid, right?"
” "This ......"
Kridov scratched his scalp, then stood up with a bitter face, "Well, you're right, let's go into the mountains!"
” …… Nestled between the two regions of the Windwind Trail and the Cursed Lands, this mountain range is a veritable mountain of death, even more barren than hell places like the Silysus Desert, where you can still see at least animals like desert scorpions, burrowers, and sandworms, as well as plants like golden ginseng, mountain mouse grass, dream leaf grass, and black lotus, but on this mountain range, Masrae and his party have never seen anything alive - under the double torture of Karazan's magical energy and the evil energy that permeates the Cursed Lands, No living thing survives.
This caused great trouble for the Storm Whips, who had planned to replenish their shriveled bags of dry food by gathering and hunting in the wild, but now it seemed that there was little hope, and although Masrae could use his magic to spawn plant seeds every day, and make some berries and mushrooms, the number was not much, and it was better than nothing.
Fortunately, after four or five days of following the slippery humans around the mountains, the demonic pursuers behind them finally lost patience and gave up the pursuit.
This relieved everyone at Storm Whip and began to move to the lower base of the mountain.
After all, it is very physically exhausting to climb and climb up the hill constantly, and looking at this group of exhausted and listless soldiers, Masrae doubts that if the demons suddenly kill back the carbine, they still have the strength to escape.
They made their way north along the edge of the mountains, past the Mallet Sentry and the Storm Altar, and finally arrived at the Hammer Fortress one evening two weeks later, by which time they had been without food for three days, and for the past few days they had been relying almost entirely on the little fruit and mushroom that the druids had spawned every day, so when the Hammer Fortress in the col appeared in front of them, Masrae immediately gave the order to attack it!
Surprisingly, the ogre's lair was empty – the castle had been abandoned after the looting hammer ogre had fallen to the Overwatch a month earlier.
To the delight of visitors, however, there was still a lot of food in the storehouses of the fortress, perhaps for the ogres to celebrate after their victory.
Unceremoniously, Christopher ordered the soldiers to bring the food out and put it in a cauldron and boil it.
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They cooked oats and potatoes and dried fish, and none of the air-dried meat of questionable provenance was touched, and who knows from which creatures the jerky was cut from?
The hungry, tired and hungry soldiers began to eat before the food was fully cooked, and Masrae had to give strict orders to prevent them from bursting their stomachs.
Although this is just the most ordinary food, and it is only a simple stew without adding any condiments, everyone is more satisfied than eating the most delicious meal, and many people even have tears in their eyes and can't help crying.
The days of the trek drained almost everyone's strength, and the well-fed soldiers fell asleep almost as soon as they put down their bowls, and although the ground inside the fortress was cold and hard, it was more comfortable than the softest beds for such a group of exhausted men, who had their heads resting on their armoured bags and their marching blankets so haphazardly wrapped up before falling asleep.
Looking at the sleeping soldiers, Masrae couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
During this time, the tremendous pressure almost crushed him, and every day, they were hovering on the edge of life and death, surrounded by demons, lack of food, and all kinds of difficulties overwhelmed him, and he didn't even have time to catch his breath every day.
For a Night Elf boy who had never stepped out of the jungle a few years ago, it was a hellish experience.
Even more exhausting than the fierce battle was the heavy responsibility on his shoulders, and Diego had to be responsible for everyone if he handed him the Whip of the Storm before leaving.
Every decision he makes has the potential to decide the life and death of everyone, and everything he does can affect the outcome of the battle, which is completely different from the previous adventures with Diego.
But now it seems that he is doing a decent job.
"Masrae, you're doing well!"
He gave himself a thumbs up in his heart, then climbed up to the watchtower at the fortress gate, and lay on the ground in the form of a giant bear, and in a few seconds he sank into a sweet sleep.
Well, that's what the druids do, they don't need a futon anywhere, and they can rest anytime, anywhere!