The Great Thief Chapter 1542 - The Smell of Bird Poop

Chapter 1542: The Smell of Bird Poop

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
However, Lu Li would still bring all of his manpower over.
The objective was simple. Kill steal!
With so many Undead at Tyr’s Hand, these monsters would only give fame and drop equipment if they were killed by players.
If they were all killed by the Wildhammer Dwarves and the Knights of the Silver Hand, then Lu Li would not gain anything from it. He wasn’t going to work that hard and sacrifice so many bottles of alcohol just for Tirion Fordring’s friendship.
Furthermore, fighting alongside each other was already the best way to build a solid friendship.
After all, fighting together, journeying together and sharing in benefits together were the top three ways of building a friendship.
When Lu Li and the others joined the battle of Tyr’s Hand, then two of these top three ways would be fulfilled. Therefore, Lu Li expressed his desire to contribute to attacking Tyr’s Hand and they would be looking down on him if they stopped him from doing so.
The two lords of Hearthglen and Eagle Nest Mountain were touched by Lu Li’s determination, so naturally, they didn’t stop him.
Tirion Fordring didn’t have that many people with him either, and Metz Drakrep was reluctant to send his Wildhammer Dwarves to the frontlines.
Of course, he couldn’t withhold all of his forces, so a few Wildhammer Dwarven warriors joined the ranks.
With a few Wildhammer Dwarves, a few Silver Hand Knights, and a Boss-grade NPC like Tirion Fordring made an elite offensive force in the battle for Tyr’s Hand. To avoid complications that could delay the operation, Tirion Fordring decided to move for Tyr’s Hand right away.
Lu Li hesitated, then decided on not allowing Water Fairy to follow.
“Snowy, help them out over here first. When we get there, I’ll get someone to bring you over.”
“Why? Isn’t Wandering here?” Water Fairy couldn’t understand his reasoning.
“We don’t need that many people at once. Left Hand and Rice Ball are enough.”
Activating a portal required three people. With Lu Li, the numbers were just right, but this wasn’t why he prevented Water Fairy from following them.
Lu Li sighed, then said, “The secret Pathway is filled with bird poop. Even the Undead wouldn’t want to go in there.”
As soon as she heard that it was full of bird poop, her face immediately turned white.
Even imagining the sight was terrifying for her. No wonder Lu Li didn’t want her going along. She preferred fighting powerful monsters instead.
Cain’s Left Hand and Sesame Rice Ball were in a different situation. They didn’t think that having Lu Li’s trust would lead to something like this. They could only ignore it, but seeing and feeling the bird poop was not a tasteful sight at all.
As for the Wildhammer Dwarves, they had already become accustomed to the smell. They could probably even enjoy a meal while sitting in the poop.
While the group of people trudged through the bird poop, countless griffins were flying in the air.
The regal griffin was the insignia of the Alliance, signifying their undying spirit. Now, griffins were an important tool for transportation. There were many griffins around the flight points distributed throughout the whole continent of Azeroth. With the Alliance’s warriors on their backs, they flew to and from the corners of Azeroth.
Originally, griffins originated from the east side of Old Kalimdor. After the Well of Eternity was corrupted, their dwelling place was destroyed. As a result, their population was also greatly reduced. However, the griffin population was preserved not only through the efforts of all the kingdoms, but also from the Alterac Mountains and the Hinterlands.
The pathway that they were walking through was the nesting area for the griffins.
Although the griffin population was not as abundant as before, from this sight alone, it was like they had covered the skies.
Griffins were powerful creatures. Considering their strength with their ability to take flight, even the Scourge wouldn’t fight them. Furthermore, they were immune to the plague. At the very least, Lu Li hadn’t seen any infected griffins.
When the Dark Portal opened around 230 years ago, the Wildhammer Dwarves who had just experienced the War of the Three Hammers and battled against the Dark Iron for the first time had to escape their homeland and ran towards Lordaeron in the north, taking refuge in the Hinterlands. While living there, these Dwarves slowly became accustomed to the lifestyle of being surrounded with griffins and gradually, these two races seemingly combined into one.
That was also when the Wildhammer Dwarves developed a high-level technique which made griffin-riding possible. They managed to spread this technique through the Bronzebeard Dwarves to the eastern kingdoms. As a result of this, griffin knights were also seen among the ranks of humans.
It could be said that without the approval of the Wildhammer Dwarves, the knowledge of the secret pathway would be useless.
This was because the griffins would tear apart anyone who entered their territory.
Sesame Rice Ball couldn’t stand it.
“I’ll never come here again. I think I won’t be eating for three days.”
“Damn it man! Rice Ball, can you not say ‘eat’ here?” Cain’s Left Land cried out, wanting to puke. “Lu Li, why are you like this? Why did you bring me along? Why me? Why?”
“Why are you guys talking so much? Just don’t look down and you’ll be fine. Look at how blue the sky is, and how fresh the air is…”
Lu Li flapped his wings and landed on the head of one of the Paladin’s horses, pecking at his feathers.
He couldn’t understand how they felt about the bird poop. This was because he shut off
his sense of smell, then transformed into a crow and flew in the air.
The pathway was quite long. Some parts went through the nesting area of the griffins, while other sections wound through caves and streams. There was even a stretch where they had to trudge through a swamp. The whole group took a little more than one hour just to enter the Plaguelands.
Under the cover of the terrain, Lu Li and Tirion Fordring decided to split up and delegate objectives. The NPC would go ahead and scout out the area, while Lu Li would be responsible for commanding his 20,000 men.
These 20,000 men would come from the three allied clubs of Ruling Sword, Drizzle Court and Peerless City. Although not all were elite, they were all at least competent players with good items. Otherwise, they wouldn’t even be able to make a dent in the Plaguelands’ monsters.
Firstly, they needed to bring over the Warlocks, who would then activate multiple portals.
This would greatly increase the speed of transportation. Although this was the system in place, it still took a while for them to transport all 20,000 people to the Plaguelands.
Lu Li was instructing them from the air. This way, he had a much greater field of vision and quickly delegated roles.
“Wandering, you need to bring people towards the direction of the Light’s Hope Chapel. Then, go into a fan formation on the side of The Infectis Scar. Don’t let any Undead escape. Sky Moon, take some people and position yourselves at Lake Mereldar. Look at the crossroads closely. Don’t let any Undead enter or leave.”
The main target was Tyr’s Hand, but they still had to be on guard for possible reinforcements from the Scourge.