Warcraft Fans "Displaced"

Chapter 19—Reunion of position adjustment

It was another morning when the dew was slightly cold, and Feng Xing woke up by the pats of others.

It was Ben Jefferson. He also had a fluffy sleepy eyes, but his smile was on his face.

He raised his right hand and wanted to reach out and rub his confused eyes, but found that his left hand was still holding Lina's right hand, and her left hand was always grabbed by the blood elf. Feng Xing couldn't help laughing, and turned his head to look at it, but it was the back of Lina's head. Fortunately, her whole body was covered with infidelity, but her head was intact.

It turns out that she just watched the blood elf sleep peacefully for another night.

again.

That's right, this is the third day that Lina and Fengxing have arrived in this camp. The excited blood elf seemed to have not squandered his enthusiasm and were inseparable from Lina. Lina was also willing to watch every move quietly.

As for Fengxing, becoming their light bulb was a last resort. When Ben Jefferson conveyed Fengxing's ideas or requests to everyone, most people looked at him with distrust. Even though Fengxing was satisfied with this and did not have much direct hostility, he still chose to sleep next to Lina.

This at least ensures personal safety.

Seeing Fengxing's sound, Lina looked back and saw that her eyes were no longer the silence of Fengxing's first meeting, but a trace of gentleness overflowed.

As a banshee, it is not a big difference between lying down or standing, but the fragile appearance of the blood elf really made her lying between him and Fengxing's bedding.

"Lina, are you actually a soft-hearted girl?"

Feng Xing couldn't help but tease her when she saw her shaking her head gently and raising her right hand. The three broken pieces under the leather gloves had long become a kind of pride that was circulated in the market.

"The last battle for pride to last forever?" Feng Xing lifted the quilt, "but he was so accommodating to a living blood elf. Are the tigers and roses?"

Without savoring what she would do in Lena's eyes, Feng Xing got up and wore his weird clothes that were maverick in any civilization in Azeroth.

But it is a very practical outfit.

It didn't take much time to wear it, but he still took advantage of this time to ask something: "Ben, can't I persuade them?"

"Don't think everyone is so realistic."

Ben Jefferson smiled bitterly, looked at Lena, and then looked at the blood elf beside her: "It is easy to accept a peaceful immortal banshee, but it is too difficult to trust a regime of an elf undead. Orelis trusted her almost attentively, but because they were connected by blood after all, in this environment of no relatives, the appearance of an important person in his heart can easily destroy the strength he woven for himself... This guy is a cowardly blood elf in his bones." Looking at his friend who was sharing hardships, Ben Jefferson nagged a lot of emotion before turning his eyes back, "Fengxing, what you have guessed long ago is that some people are worried about the nature of the undead and the affairs of the Scourge Corps are too profound."

"No, their worries are not wrong." Feng Xing, who buttoned the outer cloak, expressed his understanding. "The so-called undead should be soul-whose. Those ghouls without wisdom and soul-will do harm to humans because of instinct... This statement may be scorned by professionals like Kelthuzad, but it is a fact that we must face. However, this is ultimately because they do not trust Sylvanas's sincerity - wouldn't they draw a piece of undead-free area for them?"

Fengxing's words scared Ben Jefferson.

"Is this... really possible?"

Unfortunately, Fengxing did not admit it: "Ben... please tell them that if you don't accept my opinion, they will sooner or later become butchers controlled by Arthas. Should they become such a thing and attack their compatriots in the south, or live safely or unsafely around the Forgotten, and after death, they will become part of the Forgotten, and finally silently resist the Scourge Legion in the North for their compatriots? We have no bright future, and I am not bad at all, but if someone can't even do multiple-choice questions for the dark and dark, I don't mind letting such people become shells for meat grinding trucks in advance."

“Fengxing…”

Ben Jefferson bit his lip and wanted to beg the man with no power, but was stopped as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Ben, I am also a human being. I can't make decisions about some things... I can only give them another day. What I can guarantee is to make those who are stubborn and die better or more peaceful."

...

When the sky turned from light to dark again, Lordaeron's ruins ushered in a team.

Fengxing, a blood elf named Orelis, and a banshee, but not Lina. Behind them are the small troops controlled by Fengxing.

Both Orelis and Fengxing were unfamiliar with this banshee, but the human camp was unwilling to accept the undead outside of Lena. So Lena hurried back to the ruins of Lordaeron, brought the banshee, and stayed there herself.

This is a very reasonable arrangement, but it may not be a good thing - at least, when this banshee, the banshee who claims to be Tarelis Cuiri, learned that the blood elf survivor in front of him, was suspected of desertion in a stop in Silver Moon City, his originally not gentle attitude became naked and cold.

Fengxing has no choice but to do anything about this.

"Tarelis, can you ask?" Feng Xing couldn't help asking, "When will Katerlin be free?"

"I don't know." Although he felt awkward about Fengxing's human identity, Tarelis still kept his voice down - this was the result after she asked Fengxing in detail about the complete victory of the so-called "twenty vs. two hundred". "The Queen's tent today is not far from the city. If you can find it yourself, I won't go in together."

After saying that, she turned around and walked out of the city.

"Another piece of ice that is not easy to melt!"

Looking at her back, Feng Xing supported her chin and sighed quietly.

Orelis, who was also gazing at him, disagreed with such comments: "But he is a brave man!"

These words made Feng Xing breathe stagnate, and when he turned his head, he looked like Orelis seemed intoxicated.

He was not wrong. Although Tarelis Cuiri's body looked very complete, the left abdomen on the plate armor was covered with animal skin, and the back was the same repair on the plate armor. Considering the repair area, it was obviously a result of being stabbed by a sword. Most of the troops of the Scourge did not have such weapons unless it was... the Death Knight.

Death under the sword of the Death Knight of the Scourge Corps can almost prove her bravery during her lifetime.

However……

Looking at Orelis, Feng Xing really felt that Ben Jefferson's comment was really a plea for his good friend. This is not a cowardice, and there is clearly a sign of masochism!

Or maybe... is it a manifestation of fragility after a huge change?

Thinking about it, Fengxing gave up on analysis: "Orelis, she has left and can't see her back."

"Um……"

"It's time for us to leave."

"Um……"

"Stop watching, there are so many banshees who are lively and jumping around in a while!"

Fengxing finally went crazy.

This roar soon made him understand what the disaster was coming from his mouth. When he and Orelis lifted the curtain, Sylvanas raised a gentle tone: "There are indeed many lively banshees here."

So Feng Xing noticed some strange and angry gazes.

Yes, around Sylvanas, several banshees stood, smirking or glaring at her "burning" herself.

"There is no way, the great joy of a blood elf is not something that a human like me can understand."

Fengxing can only flatter and change the topic.

The pole is visible.

For this living blood elf who was full of excitement and awe as soon as he entered the tent, all the banshees flashed with warm eyes.

His excitement seemed to reunite with his relatives who had been away for a long time, and his awe seemed to be piously gaze at his predecessors... With a glance at him, Feng Xing immediately made such an evaluation in his heart, and then looked at his nose.

If this kid's expression is fake, he is definitely a natural spy. If it is true, he should be a charlatan.

While secretly complaining, Feng Xing's name was called by Sylvanas: "Feng Xing, accompany me to walk on the city wall."

As she said that, she stood up from the simple stone chair and walked towards the curtain of the tent.

"yes."

After leaving the tent, Feng Xing, who was following Sylvanas, was immediately startled.

While walking, Sylvanas's feet were slightly flashing... The demon fire, even though there was no significant strange phenomenon on the stone slab road.

Seeing the Fengxing Daili, Sylvanas turned around, saw his gaze pointing, and asked playfully, "Are you afraid?"

"If it hurts me, I will naturally be afraid." After coming back to my senses, Feng Xing lowered his head and explained casually, "Is the power of Frost's sadness really so?"

"It may also be the magic power of the Lich King, or the effect of the polluted sun well." Sylvanas turned and continued walking, "When I woke up, I was already controlled by them. As for what they did to me, I didn't know."

Sylvanas's calmness made Feng Xing thrill with flattery. Looking at the black-toned figure, he followed silently.
Chapter completed!