At this point in time, the Deadmines wasn't called the Deadmines, but Hope Mine. It was a world-renowned gold mine in the human world, said to hold a third of the Stormwind Kingdom's treasury.
What to do? I want that gold. If I can't have it, I'll destroy it.
"Bishop Natalie, please prepare a guide for me to accompany us tomorrow," Galen decided to head straight to Moonbrook tomorrow, but he wasn't familiar with the terrain and needed someone to lead the way.
"No problem. I'll have Sergeant Marcus McBride accompany you. He grew up in Westfall and knows the roads there very well."
Bishop Natalie recommended a member of the Northshire patrol. Galen continued to ask about details, such as the shape of the invaders' footprints and the time of the invasion.
Natalie recalled carefully, and Galen listened attentively. Judging by her age, the female bishop looked about the same age as Danath. To be the bishop of Northshire, there was only one possibility: the favor of the Holy Light and her devotion to the path of the Holy Light.
Finally, Galen asked the bishop if she could remember the contents of the Book of Divinity and if she could tell him the contents of the first page.
The bishop's excellent memory and profound practice of the Holy Light easily fulfilled Galen's request.
After the information exchange was completed, Bishop Natalie and Galen and the others had dinner together, and then they rested. After traveling for more than half a month, Galen needed a good night's sleep.
Galen had always felt that the name Natalie Seline sounded familiar until he was half-asleep when he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and slapped the bed.
He remembered who this female bishop was.
Bishop Natalie, the first shadow priest in human history, created a new school of priests, equivalent to the ancestor of all shadow priests.
The reason she was able to become a shadow priest was that after the orcs invaded Azeroth and broke through Stormwind City, she discovered a divine artifact while investigating the dark magic used by orc warlocks: the Blade of the Dark Empire - Xal'atath!
This was a dagger made from the remains of an Old God, a dagger with the consciousness of an Old God that could chat with its user and whisper to them from time to time.
If this were in a novel, it would be a typical protagonist template. The next step would be to level up step by step under the guidance of these big shots who had lost their physical bodies and were in a soul state, and reach the pinnacle of life.
Clichés, all clichés, but they are very popular. Galen enjoyed watching them in his previous life.
Natalie did learn the power of the void shadow from the whispers of the Blade of the Empire, allowing priests to have amazing attack power. Later, she also promoted this shadow power and established a sect.
Unfortunately, the Blade of the Empire not only whispered to her, but also to Natalie's followers. Natalie had a noble personality and did not fall directly, but her followers could not. They were addicted to the power of the Blade of the Empire, and they killed Natalie under the bewitchment of the whispers.
Compared with the grandpa who comes with you, the Blade of the Dark Empire, Xal'atath, is simply a scumbag.
I didn't expect to meet a strong person as soon as I came to the south.
Galen fell asleep in a daze.
Early the next morning, the team gathered and set off from Northshire Abbey, heading to Westfall under the leadership of the guide Marcus McBride.
Along the way, the team ran on the road in Elwynn Forest. Because the Kingdom of Stormwind already had some war clouds, they didn't encounter many people on the road. Galen walked and looked around, trying to find some of the places where he had done quests in his previous life.
To be fair, when Thoradin's descendants—the Arathi—migrated south, they settled in a truly blessed and fertile land. This region is rich in water sources: Stone Cairn Lake lies in the far east, Crystal Lake sits near the heart of the land, the Westfall River flows along the western edge, and the Elwynn River marks the southern border.
These abundant waterways teem with fish, sustaining both people and wildlife. In the south, the Fargodeep Mine offers a steady supply of high-quality copper ore, vital for tools and trade. Fertile farmlands stretch along the Elwynn River, where the Maclure Vineyards, Stonefield Farm, and Blackwood Pumpkin Farm yield plentiful grains and vegetables, feeding the heart of the kingdom.
Most importantly, there is a huge valley in the northwest, where Stormwind City is located. This is a better place to rise than Mulgore. No wonder the Kingdom of Stormwind could become a shining pearl of mankind after Lordaeron fell from grace in later generations.
After Galen passed Stonefield Farm and crossed the Mirror Lake Bridge, he led the team along the river straight to the southwestern hinterland of the forest, because the guide said that there was a gnoll tribe entrenched in the depths of the forest.
This seemed to remind Galen of something, and his face was full of interest, so there was the scene of the team turning around.
Four hundred high-ranking knights swept away all the creatures in the forest, and the depths of the forest surrounded this gnoll tribe named Riverpaw.
The gnolls in Elwynn Forest are as rampant as the murlocs in Southshore, and Riverpaw is only a part of the many gnolls in the forest.
The encirclement slowly narrowed, and these hundreds of gnolls slowly gathered together. The mother gnolls and pups were protected behind the strong males, and these males, as warriors in the tribe, held simple weapons, which were simply vulnerable in the eyes of the knights on tall horses. I don't know what kind of interest His Highness the Prince has, to play with these dirty gnolls?
"Who is Hogger?" Galen cast a mass Arcane Intellect to make his words understandable to these gnolls.
A half-grown gnoll child pushed aside the male gnolls protecting them and walked out. At this time, a wolf hand grabbed him, but the little gnoll did not stop, pushed away the hand, and stood firmly in front of Galen with a firm look in his eyes.
"Are you Hogger?"
The little gnoll pup, only half the height of the male gnolls, nodded.
"Come with me, and I'll spare your tribe!"
After Galen finished speaking, he pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and left without looking back. The knights also followed Galen away. After a while, the forest, which was still full of tension just now, was left with only the gnolls looking at each other.
Little Hogger turned around and looked at his tribesmen, looking very slowly, as if he wanted to engrave each of them in his mind.
Finally, he turned around suddenly and ran towards the direction where Galen and the others left.
"Hoo, hoo, hoo hoo!"
Behind him were the cries of his tribesmen, which seemed to be a request to stay, but also a farewell. Little Hogger's vision blurred, and he reached out to wipe it away, and walked away without looking back.