Chapter 884

Regardless of the difference in individual combat power, the speed cavalry alone has an absolute advantage, which means that the cavalry can actively choose whether to fight or leave, while the infantry can only passively face the cavalry.

In this way, just by harassment, the cavalry can wear down all the infantry.

In the hearts of the orcs, as long as Kirok and his subordinates step onto the Warg, those daring escaped slaves will die.

Pursued by the wolf cavalry, they would live in boundless fear for days on end, and were eventually eaten to death by the wolf cavalry.

It's a pity that Yrel's foresight made it all come to nothing, and Kirok and his subordinates ran in vain.

To make matters worse, due to a miscalculation of the gladiators' tactics, the main force of the Shattered Palm pursuers was organized more slowly than expected, and by the time Kirok's messenger returned to Highmaul, the time would resume. Delayed for half an hour.

By the time Kirok and the advance party reached the stable, the gladiator team had waded across the river under the cliffs of Highmaul to the other side.

Compared with the highmaul castle built in the mountains, it is very close to the vast plains of Nagrand, and will soon enter the sphere of influence of the Warsong clan nomadic in the grasslands.

Here, Yrel finally stopped.

"Why don't you go forward, Lord Yrel?"

"We don't need a break yet."

"We can keep going, my lord."

The gladiators thought that Yrel stopped to let them rest, and they all said that they still had more energy.

But Yrel shook his head.

"I stopped here because escaping here is almost out of the Broken Palm clan."

Having said that, she pointed to the grassland.

"Going there is a small camp, which is the 'Mulgore Sentinel' belonging to the Warsong clan. As long as you go around there, you can enter the territory of the Warsong clan. Although the Warsong clan is also very dangerous for us, it is also a large-scale The clan, the Broken Palm clan is simply unable to send a large army into the territory of the Warsong clan, which means that we are now temporarily escaping."

"And this also means that I may be temporarily separated from you. After all, our final destination is not the same. I want to return to Shattrath, and you each have your own home."

Yrel greeted everyone with the salute that gladiators do to each other before battle in the arena.

Originally, this gesture represented killing, representing immortality, but now it was made by Yrel, but it was full of farewell.

That represented goodbye, not only to each other who were still fighting side by side before, but also to his status as a slave gladiator.

Seeing this scene, the warriors of all races were silent for a while, and each saluted Yrel in the same way, and then left one after another.

Before leaving, many people came forward to thank Yrel on purpose.

"Little guy, thank you for leading us out of there."

A tall ogre tapped the girl on the shoulder.

"Claw Cutiri will always remember your scent."

A tiger man leaned forward and sniffed her carefully.

"I, Tuvavor Ravenwing, owe you my life forever."

A Raven Man came to her and said solemnly.

"Next time you go to Tanaan Jungle, you can report my name, and I will treat you well."

said a wood spirit.

...

In this way, Yrel watched all the gladiators who had fought side by side leave in groups, and only the draenei remained by her side, looking at her with burning eyes.

In their eyes, Yrel saw approval, admiration, reverence, and obedience.

Nothing pleases Yrel more than the recognition from his compatriots.

"Then let's go home too!"

Chapter 1074 Oshugu

Bypassing the Mogul Post, crossing the complicated waterways and swamps, the draenei's team marched all the way in the dark, across Nagrand, and marched in the direction of Shattrath.

According to the information announced by Kargath in public, Yrel knew that the Horde would organize a general attack on Shattrath from tomorrow.

Considering the time the Horde needs to assemble the army and organize the logistics, they will not officially attack Shattrath within two days at the latest.

Before that, she needed to get to Shattrath in time to inform his compatriots of the news so they wouldn't be caught off guard.

Unfortunately, Ye Ting couldn't help much in this regard.

He had never set foot on Shattrath without the corresponding spatial coordinates, and could not use the fastest space spell to send them directly to Shattrath. Flying with so many people on the continent of Draenor was simply setting a target for the Burning Legion. , the only way is to walk honestly.

Fortunately, there is the [Group Acceleration Technique] which can increase the speed of the march, making their walking speed almost equal to that of the cavalry.

Under the effect of the [Group Acceleration Technique], nearly a hundred heavily armed draenei marched fast in the grasslands of Nagrand. The background was a dark night. This strange scene made them seem like ghosts floating on the grassland. Shadows are weird.

At this rate, it would take them a whole day to reach Shattrath.

If everything works as expected.

The starry sky in Nagrand is breathtakingly beautiful.

This vast grassland has not yet been completely polluted by evil energy. Fat girl's green grass is no bigger than a person's waist, and the air is full of boobs.

Vibrant vitality.

It was another pause for recuperation. In an open space, the draenei people sat on the ground in twos and threes, enjoying the rare seclusion and freedom—that was something they could not ask for for a long time in the past.

As the recognized leader of the Draenei, Yrel enjoys a large clean rock as a temporary "bed", with Ye Ting by her side, lying on the rock with his hands on his back, focusing on observing the sky of Draenor.

For a mage, mastering the astrology is a very important thing. There are many magics that need to be based on astrology and celestial bodies. The power of the starry sky is essential for a mage.

Just as Ye Ting was silently recording the stars in the sky, he felt someone touch his hand.

Turning to look, it was Yrel.

At this time, the girl's mental state did not look very good. Her expression was a little dazed. Although her eyes were looking at him, her eyes revealed confusion.

"Mr. Sand, do you know what's going on?" the girl's voice was suspicious, "I feel something calling me, wanting to call me over—I can't hear the origin of the call, but I can It feels like a soul full of goodwill and integrity, just like... the Holy Light."

"There's still such a thing?" Ye Ting raised his eyebrows, "Did he say anything specifically?"

Yrel shook his head.

"It was just a feeling," she said, "as if something important was waiting for me."

"I see," Ye Ting nodded thoughtfully. "So where did it come from?"

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