Chapter 657

Sylvanas came much faster than people thought.

This Ranger general rode a magic dog provided by illidare and ran rapidly on the land of crokuhn. Of course, she did not forget to make a camouflage. A special camouflage garment developed by the hot sand consortium is said to have a special optical camouflage effect. If it is not very close to other demons, it will be a demon guard with no characteristics.

Well, it's worth mentioning that they also developed a multi person camouflage suit, which requires three people to wear at the same time. It can be disguised as "100% real abyss Lord, even Kil'jaeden can't see through"... However, it was eventually eliminated.

Sylvanas made no detour along the special signs placed by the watchers outside base 3, and rushed straight into the watchers' temporary residence. It was an area shrouded by the watchers' secret arts, just like optical invisibility, and dug that area out of the devil's eyes.

Without waiting for the dog to stop, Sylvanas, dressed in a black hunting suit and carrying the Windrunner's bow, jumps down from the dog, throws the rein of the dog to Natha, and then strides to Marvey sitting by the campfire and Hatton sitting on the other side.

"Maiev, I'm here. Where's the man?"

Sylvanas asked as usual, but her clenched fists still represented her uneasy mood. Marvey, who was eating with a frown, pointed to Hatton, who was meditating, and continued to deal with the "canned fruit" made by Quel'Thalas elves.

These special disposable storage crystal things can keep fresh for a long time, but in order to achieve this effect, they put a lot of sugar, which makes the night elves who advocate natural life miserable. Although there are many fresh fruits in each watcher girl's storage ring, they may have to stay here for half a year, So it's better to adapt to the poor material conditions at the beginning.

Look at the surrounding land. This ghost place is so barren that even the devil can't stay here. The only meat that can be eaten here is those wild devil hounds. However, no one will eat that kind of disgusting thing before they are really pushed to the limit.

Hatton also just enjoyed his lunch. He praised this kind of "feel good" food, so the watchmen girls gave their share to the chief. They would rather eat the soft and glutinous military food similar to bean paste than endure this bad, excessive sweet and greasy taste.

"Hello..."

As soon as Sylvanas started, he found that he didn't know the name of the breaker in front of him. So at the moment when Hatton opened his eyes and looked at her, the Ranger general decided to go straight to the subject.

"I'm Sylvanas Windrunner... I heard you met my sister, Aurelia Windrunner?"

Hatton didn't answer immediately, but looked at Sylvanas's face carefully, not because of surprise, but because of familiarity... Yes, even if Sylvanas didn't say his relationship with aurelia, Hatton could understand that.

The gene of the Windrunner family is very powerful. In the period of Marten's life, Dick said more than once that Sylvanas and winrese were almost 80% similar except for their different hair colors. As the eldest sister, Aurelia naturally inherited this feature.

Hatton pondered for a moment, nodded, then stood up and made a "please" gesture to Marvey and Sylvanas, who had put down their lunch boxes,

"Then please come with me, distinguished guests... To the residence of the crokuhn tribe, where we have the means to contact Ms. Aurelia and archbishop turayan."

"Archbishop?"

Sylvanas and Maiev look at each other and frown. Turayan was a paladin before he disappeared. Has he become a priest now?

However, despite their doubts, they quickly summoned their own mounts. Sylvanas turned over and rode on the ferocious magic dog and swung the reins. This barbarian creature, who looked terrible but was actually extremely loyal to its master, stepped out of the way. Instead of hair, he had thick scaly limbs and quickly followed a dark tabu sheep, Along the winding and twisted mountain road behind Hatton.

This camp won't be abandoned. It's very close to base 3, and it's very hidden. It's an excellent observation site.

The krokun tribe, as Hatton said, is located right below the krokun wilderness. It can only enter through a very hidden entrance hidden in these broken mountains. If it's a watchman to search, it may take a month to find this entrance in the overlapping mountains full of dark fissures.

This is the reason why Hatton and his tribe can survive under the pursuit of demons for two thousand five thousand years. It's not that Hatton and his people can fight, or that mysterious force has helped them. It's more because of the terrain here and this mountain range. Unless they are bombarded by demons from the sky with strategic starships, it can block the attack of tens of thousands of demons.

Riding on her black night blade leopard, Maiev observes the terrain of the broken mountain range and finally turns to the restless Sylvanas,

"Hatton said that Argus world responded and sheltered them, which now seems to be true..."

The catcher's finger points to a 270 degree twisted circular rock not far away from the crowd. In the shadow, deeper cracks in the space are looming,

"This kind of environment doesn't seem to be formed naturally in any way... I doubt that Argus world also has the role of Azeroth's earth guardian, or he made this hiding place and led Hatton to come when Argus was dying."

Sylvanas nodded, but she didn't answer. The lady of the catcher put her left hand on her shoulder with a clanging steel armor and whispered,

"Your heart... Is out of order."

Sylvanas suddenly woke up. She looked at Maiev. They didn't have much friendship with each other. They just cooperated several times in Delano's pursuit. But at this time, under the strange owl mask, she saw soft and friendly eyes.

When we feel the friendliness from others, the loneliness and chill in our hearts, the uneasiness and uneasiness will be dispelled, so Sylvanas takes a long breath,

"Thank you... I shouldn't have, but, you know? Maiev, I always thought she was dead. I swore to avenge her, but now, she's still alive, but I can't be happy... I should be happy, but... "

"I understand!"

Maiev's armor slapped the Ranger general on the shoulder. Her voice was as cold as ever,

"You are resenting your sister. You are alive. Why do you stay here instead of trying to return to you? You are even more resentful. She abandoned you and your sister for the sake of a man... Frankly speaking, I also think that Aurelia's behavior is not appropriate, but... You can't make a choice for your sister, can you?"

Maiev's last words came to Sylvanas's ears,

"How worried you are about her, how painful you are when the news of her death comes... She is forced to leave you, to leave her familiar world, to live alone in this place far away from home, and her pain will not be less than you, Sylvanas, don't hate your relatives... Never hurt them."

With these words, Maiev's fingers touched the rough pendant on her wrist, and there was a faint smile on her face under her mask. The Ranger general nodded. Although she was still depressed, there was a little more expectation in her eyes.

"Here we are

The injured Hatton jumped off his tabu sheep somewhat inflexibly. He took a look at the guests behind him. Then, from the stick in his hand, he knocked seven times regularly on an insignificant stone wall. After waiting for one minute, he knocked three times again. Then, a dark cave entrance appeared on the left side of the rock. Hatton was the first one to walk into it.

"Crokuhn tribe... I'm back!"

His voice rang out in the cave, far and wide. As the first guard jumped out of the shadow, Hatton issued a second order,

"There are traitors among us... Block three exits, and then let the interrogators start to investigate. By the way, let sagur prepare the liaison of the Legion of light. We have a distinguished guest!"

As Hatton's voice falls, the guardian in the shadow moves quickly. It can be seen that Hatton's reputation in this underground tribe is frightening. He takes the watcher and the Ranger general down the road. In the middle of the journey, the guests see many big caves on both sides, in which there are many broken people like Hatton.

It can be seen that they are poor in materials, but the mental state of these underground residents is very good. Along the way, there are still people kneeling at Hatton's feet and kissing the earth he passed, just like those... Crazy believers.

"They think of him as a God, or a savior."

Nasha whispered in Maiev's ear, "it's almost the same attitude that the draenians have towards Maiev... Towards the prophet, even more sincere."

"It's nature..."

Maiev replied, "the prophet took the drainians into exile for two thousand five thousand years, and Hatton also took his people to fight against two thousand five thousand years. The prophet is no greater than Hatton. And to be honest, I think the chief in front of me is more respected, guarding the hope in despair, building a society from scratch and preserving a civilization, He deserves the word "savior."

Hatton may have heard Marvey's high opinion of him, or he may not. In a word, he went down into the earth at a constant speed. Sylvanas even had the feeling that he would eventually reach the core of the earth, but in fact he didn't. ten minutes later, their trek came to an end, and they came to a slightly dim but dry hall with pleasant temperature.

There is nothing in the hall but a special instrument, which looks like some kind of engineering product. It is a special contact instrument shining with the holy light. It is said that the crokuhn tribe contacted with the Holy Light Legion hidden in a special position through this contact instrument.

Hatton took a breath. After all, he was old, and his body was not as strong as the prophet Veron, who was deeply loved by the holy light. He stood in front of the instrument, took a look at Maiev and Sylvanas, and then took out a small crystal with seven colors from his arms and put it into the instrument.

He stepped back, and the light of the instrument suddenly changed. It was a portal composed entirely of holy light. Sylvanas nervously grasped the handle of the knife at her waist, her eyes under her black hood, staring at the light curtain tightly. The next moment, a figure came out of it.

When the Holy Light dissipated, the whole picture of the man fell into the eyes of the bystanders. He was a gray haired middle-aged man with several scars on his face. However, it seemed that he was injured a long time ago, so it didn't look particularly terrible. On the contrary, it brought a special temperament to the middle-aged man, a kind of temperament of not being angry and arrogant.

That pair of eyes is also very impressive, as if it contains endless light. Although it is not impressive at the beginning, if it is just looking directly, it is like going straight into the heart.

But there is a kind of invisible fatigue on this face, just like shouldering the heaviest burden. We can't give up and have to go on no matter how hard it is.

He was wearing a heavy armor, a golden shell, inlaid with non gold and non jade light bands. On his arm armor, hand armor and leg armor, there were signs like holy texts. On his back, he was carrying a special long sword, which was a double handed Epee, but it was a broken sword broken from the blade. But outside the broken sword, the holy light solidified together formed a entity, Put this sword together from the fracture, and make it a real lightsaber.

"Hatton... Call, we have... Wait, you are... Sylvanas, the light is on, how is that possible!"

"Turayan! Where is my siste