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Yrel is undoubtedly a genius, and a genius among geniuses.

Otherwise, she would not be accepted as a personal disciple by Velen, who has tens of thousands of years of life experience, and even plans to pass on the burden of leading the future of Draenei to her hands.

However, even Yrel encountered many difficulties when reversing the inertial thinking and redefining the concept of Holy Light.

As for himself and others, Avern's concerns are not just excuses. This is indeed not a great achievement that can be achieved in a short period of time.

For the Broken who live in darkness and despair all year round, hope and light are what they desire most but are out of reach.

The corruption of fel energy caused them to lose the ability to perceive the Holy Light.

If the holy light is called forcibly, the only result will be a fierce conflict between the evil energy and the holy light in the body, tearing the broken body from the inside out.

Most of the Broken, Avern included, no longer resonate with the hopeful word "future".

However, today, the difficult road to the future pointed out by Yrel has made them see the long-lost hope and light again.

The Broken who have already lost everything is not afraid of hardships and hardships. As long as they can see the light of hope, they are willing to fight for it with all their might.

However, as Yrel and Avern said, changing the definition of Holy Light cannot be achieved overnight.

After receiving Yrel's "enchantment", Avern, who has personally experienced the power of light, has some insights, but he is still unable to sort out this illusory sentiment and pass it on to other fellow Broken.

Maybe in a few months, Avern will become the first Broken One to master the power of light to suppress the fel activity in his body, but at least that's not now.

The light of hope brought by Yrel gave the lifeless refuge camp some vitality that it didn't have before.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yrel proposed another intention of coming.

"A Gurubashi troll?"

Avern, who had just tasted the sweetness, almost confessed Yrel as a god. He racked his brains to recall the questions Yrel asked.

"There are indeed traces of troll activities in the Swamp of Sorrows, but those lunatics are not the Gurubashi clan trolls you mentioned, they call themselves Atalai."

Yrel nodded in approval: "I know the group of evil god believers named Atalai, and the water temple in the middle of Natan Lake is their lair."

"Avern, besides the Atalai troll, have the Broken who went hunting seen any other suspicious trolls?"

"Well..." Avern turned to look at the female leader of the Breakers who was in charge of hunting in the tribe: "Hilmi, you can answer Lord Yrel's question."

"Yes."

The huntress Hilmi used to be an officer under the Ranger Archbishop Nari. She also participated in the battle to defend the city of Shattrath, but was unfortunately polluted by the poisonous mist of fel energy detonated by the Shadow Council.

However, even after degenerating into the Broken One, she still maintains many military habits.

Hilmi did not ramble like Avern, and reported her findings in very concise words.

"At around 35 o'clock in the afternoon 14 days ago, when the hunting team went out to hunt, they found a sneaky troll near the entrance of Misty Valley in the west."

"Judging from the troll's clothes and demeanor, he should not come from the crazy Atalai."

"Foggy Valley?"

Yrel touched his back-bent horn thoughtfully: "Hilmi, where is the Misty Valley? Do you have a detailed map of the swamp?"

"Have."

Without saying a word, Hilmi took out a map made of crocodile skin from his waist... Obviously this map was made from local materials in the Swamp of Sorrows.

On the way here, Yrel saw many crocodiles when he looked down from the dragon's back.

It has been several years since the Broken moved to the Swamp of Sorrows.

Unlike farmland shelters, where they farm for a living, Broken must be out and about hunting a lot.

Therefore, their knowledge of this swamp far exceeds the garrison of the Stormwind Kingdom, and some corners are even better than the green dragon.

Through the map Hilmi took out, Yrel could intuitively see the location of Misty Valley, which is not far to the west of this refuge camp, and the northwest corner of the entire swamp area.

Yrel's finger went south along the Misty Valley, and tapped twice at the intersection leading to the Deadwind Pass.

"The Misty Valley is so close to the big intersection? Why hasn't the Alliance been able to find out?"

Hilmi explained: "You can't just look at the straight-line distance. In fact, there is a small mountain between Misty Valley and the intersection leading to the Deadwind Trail."

"Unless there is a purposeful detour, it is unlikely that you will notice Misty Valley if you just follow the main road."

"This also involves another problem, the Misty Valley—as the name suggests, this valley is shrouded in thick fog all year round."

Hilmi tapped heavily on the Misty Valley on the map: "Because Avern tends to be conservative, the refuge camp has a very negative attitude towards neighbors, and we will try our best to avoid contact with all intelligent creatures." s contact."

Yrel was not surprised by this.

Under the guidance of Velen and Naaru, the Draenei camp has always been properly orderly and good.

After all, the Broken were also transformed from the Draenei. Although their appearance is beyond recognition, but because of the moral education they have received all along, they cannot change their views on the world in just a few years.

The broken ones have a very clear self-awareness, and they know that they are like biological fel bombs that may explode at any time.

In this case, the broken person with a very positive outlook would naturally not think of harming the neighbors around him.

Occasionally, individuals whose brains have been burned out by evil energy will appear, and they will be beheaded by the executioners who are responsible for executing the tribe soon, so as to prevent future troubles.

Therefore, even though it was discovered that there might be troll activities in the Misty Valley near the refuge camp, Avern and others have never taken the initiative to try to explore and contact them.

It wasn't until Yrel raised this question that Hilmi fully explained the suspicious things discovered more than a month ago.

The Broken Ones, including Avern and Hilmi, regarded Yrel, who came to save them like a royal light, as a life-saving straw, the only ray of light that existed in the endless darkness.

When Yrel proposed to borrow soldiers from the Broken One, the senior camp leaders who had taken refuge nodded in agreement without hesitation.

Fortunately, Yrel will not leave the Broken alone.

Through the young green dragon waiting in front of the camp, Onyxia and Melinthra, who were not far behind Yrel, also quickly obtained this information.

"Mist Valley?"

Merlinsera looked thoughtfully at the northwest corner of the swamp: "This is indeed a mistake of the Green Dragon Army. At the beginning, we only skimmed over the Misty Valley, and did not land in the valley to search in detail."

Onyxia asked with great interest: "Melinsera, do you think the Gurubashi trolls will hide in the Misty Valley?"

Merlinsera shook her head with a dull expression: "I don't want to make unnecessary guesses, what is the specific situation, just go in and investigate it yourself."

Onyxia shrugged uninterestedly: "You are obviously quite positive in terms of emotions, but you are so rigid in terms of life sentiment."

"You can't win Sharlayan's approval like this."

"What?! Cough~ I mean..."

Merlinsera's attitude changed immediately: "Onyxia, are you willing to help me in this regard?"

Merlinsera and Onyxia are both the second generation of dragons, and they can be considered to have grown up together since childhood.

It's just that the relationship between Onyxia and Melinthra is not as good as that of the bad friend Chromie because of the disagreement of the three views.

But... no matter what, he's still a childhood playmate.

Even if it's not for fun, Oni, who upholds the values ​​of the dragon family, doesn't mind letting Merlinsera join the big family, and she may even be happy to see it happen.

"Heh~" Seeing that Merlinsera took the bait, Onyxia smiled meaningfully: "Let's discuss this topic in private later, it's time to get down to business."

"You don't want to delay Sharlayan's plan because of personal issues, do you?"

"really."

Merlinsera took a deep breath to adjust her mood: "I will send people to the farmland shelter and urge the Kingdom of Stormwind to send militia reinforcements."

"The Gurubashi group of bereaved dogs should not have many people. The Broken Ones plus the militia of the Stormwind Kingdom should have enough troops."

Onyxia nodded: "And we are following behind, so we will definitely not overturn the ship."

"When necessary, don't care about the rules and regulations, and act when it's time to act."

"What did Salayan say..." Onyxia smiled happily: "As long as there are no witnesses to testify, who will know that we violated the rules?" (End of this chapter)