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Chapter 690 The Minotaur Girl Has Been Kidnapped Again

"Who? Nara...what?"

Elwin looked down at the night elf waving his hand forcefully and quickly searched his memory.

They do look somewhat familiar, but most male Kaldorei look like this, with a full head of hair, looking like savages. The women are clearly very beautiful, so why are the men all so slovenly...?

Green Shadow whispered a reminder: "Nararex-Elwyn, you forgot? He's the druid we met at Niel's Outpost on the border of Desolace, the one dedicated to establishing friendly relations with the local tauren tribe. He... well, he greatly admires tauren culture and has a special fondness for a tauren girl named Tanika."

After Green Shadow's reminder, Elwin slapped his forehead, a look of sudden realization on his face: "Ah! Right, right, right! I remember now! It's that brother with the really heavy taste!"

He couldn't help but laugh, recalling how Naralex had enthusiastically introduced them to the customs of the minotaurs at the Nier outpost, and the gleam in his eyes when he mentioned the minotaur girl.

"Shouldn't he be in Nier's area? How did he end up in Thousand Needles? Where's the girl with him? I haven't seen her."

Naralex below saw the red dragon begin to circle and descend, his anxiety intensified, and he waved his arms even more forcefully.

"Akali, find a flat spot to land. Let's go down and see what's going on." Ai

Erwen gave the instructions.

He had a feeling that Naralex's presence here, and his anxious attempt to intercept them, was no accident.

Akalitha responded with a low growl, her sharp dragon eyes sweeping across the tauren camp below, known as Windwind Ridge.

She quickly located a spot at the top of a giant stone pillar.

This area is relatively flat and open, and appears to be used for gatherings and parking of kodo beasts.

She adjusted her posture, flapped her huge dragon wings, stirring up a cloud of dust, and landed steadily on the stone pillar.

The arrival of the dragon and its might caused a stir among the minotaurs in the camp and the kodo beasts outside.

Although they remained vigilant, they did not show any hostility, indicating that Naralex had clearly communicated with them beforehand.

Several burly minotaur warriors, each wielding a massive totem pole, gathered around, their eyes filled with curiosity, but mostly fixed on the beautiful red dragon.

But Naralex didn't care about any of that!

Almost the instant Akali's dragon claws touched the ground, he charged forward like an arrow released from a bow, disregarding even basic etiquette.

"Mr. Elwin! Master Green Shadow! And General Feathermoon! It's really you! I've finally waited for you!"

He grabbed Alvin's arm, his voice trembling noticeably, his eyes reddening as if he were about to cry at any moment.

Elwin was caught off guard by his sudden agitation and patted him on the shoulder: "Calm down, Master Naralex, tell me slowly, what happened? How did you get here?"

"Tanika! It's Tanika!"

Naralex practically screamed, his voice trembling with tears.

"She, she's been kidnapped! She's been taken away by those damned centaurs!"

This news stunned everyone who had just disembarked from the dragon's back.

"What? Kidnapping? Centaurs?"

Erwin frowned, signaling him to calm down.

"What exactly happened? Tell me from the beginning. Shouldn't you be at Niel Outpost? Why are you with the minotaurs at Windswept Ridge? And how did Tanika get captured by the centaurs? Wasn't she kidnapped before? Why was she kidnapped again? Aren't the centaurs no longer fighting against the minotaurs?"

Naralex took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his agitated emotions, but his speech was still extremely fast: "Yes, Desolace is at peace, but this place is not!"

"Tanika and I, our relationship has been blessed by her people!"

As he said this, a brief glimmer of happiness flashed across his face, but it was quickly overwhelmed by even greater pain.

"In order to further strengthen the connection between our tribes, and so that Tanika and I could be together, I decided to follow her tribe on a long migration."

"We traversed the jungles of Feralas and arrived at Thousand Needles, intending to reunite with our Tauren brethren in Windrush before heading north to the Barrens and finally back to Mulgore."

He gestured to the tauren watching around him. Although they couldn't understand the night elf language, they all showed sympathy and anger when they saw Naralex's grief and heard the name "Tanika" he mentioned, and they made low, approving murmurs.

"We've only been here for less than two days! Because so many people have suddenly arrived at the camp, there's not enough food!"

Naralex's voice trembled with tears again.

"Just yesterday morning, Tanika and several of the tribe's best hunters went hunting in the rift valley west of the Stone Forest to replenish their camp's food supplies. However, they encountered a large caravan of centaurs!"

The mention of centaurs caused the surrounding minotaur warriors to breathe heavily, their eyes blazing with fury.

Clearly, the two races have a long-standing grudge on the wastelands of Kalimdor.

"Those cruel beasts!"

Naralex gritted his teeth.

"There were too many of them! The hunters fought desperately, and in the end, only two of them escaped wounded and returned to report the news! They said that Tanika volunteered to cover the retreat of the others, and as a result, she was personally captured by the centaur leader, a ruthless fellow named Herzlul Bloodmark!"

He gripped Elwin's arm tightly, his nails nearly digging through Elwin's skin: "Mr. Elwin! And all you powerful friends! I beg you! You must save Tanika! Those centaurs are cruel and bloodthirsty. They capture prisoners to enslave them or sacrifice them to their savage totems! Every minute Tanika remains in their hands is a step closer to danger! I... I have no other choice! Although our tauren brethren here are brave, they are too few in number. The centaur camp is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Several attempts to rescue her have failed! I heard from my companions that a red dragon was active in the Feralas Sea a few days ago, and I guessed it was you. So I prayed every day, and I never expected that you would actually come! This must be Elune's guidance!"

Naralex was in tears and almost knelt down.

His composure and calmness as a druid had long since vanished; at this moment, he was just an ordinary man worried about his lover's safety and on the verge of collapse.

Erwin felt conflicted looking at him like this.

On the one hand, he was moved by their sincere feelings and also empathized with Naralex's anxiety.

On the other hand, they were burdened with the important task of tracking down Gul'dan and welcoming the Red Dragon Queen, and time was extremely precious.

Delaying here could lead to unforeseen consequences.

Shandis clearly shared the same thought. She stepped forward, her tone calm but not cold: "Nararex, we sympathize with your plight. However, we have a very important mission and must reach Tanaris as soon as possible. This matter concerns the safety of the entire region, and even more..."

"No! Please!"

Naralex interrupted her excitedly before she could finish speaking.

“I know this is presumptuous! I know your mission must be very important! But Tanika can’t wait! Centaurs, they’re capable of anything! I’m willing to pay any price! As long as you can rescue Tanika!”

Green Shadow gently tugged at Sandy's sleeve and shook her head at her.

She walked up to Naralex, emanating a gentle, natural energy that soothed his agitated emotions.

“Nalarex, we understand how you feel. But we need more specific information. Where is the centaur camp? How many of them are there? What is the strength of their leader? We must assess the risks before deciding how to help you.”

Naralex, as if grasping at a straw, hurriedly said, "Their camp is to the west, in a well-defended canyon about half a day's walk away, called Rifthoof Canyon! We don't know the exact number, but there are at least two or three hundred combat-ready centaur warriors! That Herzlul Bloodmark is incredibly powerful; it's said he can tear a kodo beast apart with his bare hands! We tried to ambush them, but their defenses were too tight..."

Elwin pondered, his gaze sweeping over Naralex's desperate yet expectant face, then looking at the tauren warriors around them who were also looking at them with the same anticipation.

He looked up to the west, towards the direction of Crackhoof Canyon, which was also the opposite of their planned route.

"Alvin..."

Stella spoke softly, a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

"That minotaur girl might not have much time left. I have a suggestion, would you like to hear it?"

"You said."

Stella nodded: "You guys continue onward. I'll take care of those centaurs and then catch up with you."

"But your identity...don't you dislike getting involved in mortal affairs?"

"There's no other way. Since we've run into this situation, we can't just stand by and watch someone die. This is the best we can do."

"But I'm a little worried about you going alone. You have too little experience in the ways of the world. I'm really afraid you'll get sold out and still be helping the seller count the money."

"Only you dare to treat me like this!"

As the two were talking, Shandis suddenly said, "I'll stay with Stella. Now you should be relieved, right?"