The young monk Nimaz has long brown and black hair, and his face is also a little immature as he walks out of the church and walks on the battlefield.

The middle-aged senior official's refusal made him sigh. He was a scholar, a priest, not a warrior. Without anyone helping him, he could not bear much work at all.

He believed that his research would provide great help to the current dilemma, but the middle-aged officer did not think so. The other party spoke harshly, making him give up all unrealistic fantasies and focus on the present.

Nimaz looked numb and prepared the healing spell. Once someone was injured in the next battle, he had to do his best.

After a busy afternoon, he repelled the attacks of two velociraptors. He returned to the camp with blood all over his body, so tired that he lay on the ground and didn't want to move.

After resting in place for a while, he quickly insisted on getting up again, and used the faint moonlight to read the notes in his hand, trying to translate the extremely simple troll language and find the mystery of troll witchcraft.

"You are so inefficient. I'm giving this to you. The guide to the troll language used by the tribe, don't thank me." Vanessa walked out of the darkness and took out a booklet from her backpack and threw it to the other party. This was a piece of goods in Shandell's treasure. I don't know who was fooling the unlucky pirate captain. She put it in the treasure house like a treasure.

Vanessa was purely curious and just took it and looked through it casually, and now she was just giving it to someone.

"You!" Seeing a person walking out of the shadow, Monk Nimaz subconsciously wanted to call someone, but seeing that the visitor was a woman, Vanessa gestured to him again to silence him. After thinking about it, he took two steps back, opened the distance between the two, and let the book fall to the ground.

"Why should a nobleman who came out of Stormwind City, a young monk with a promising future stay in this jungle? He has a bright future and a rich life. He can be transferred back to Stormwind City by saying hello to his family, but he is still willing to stay here and continue to study the barbaric troll witchcraft and continue to wander between life and death. Why is this?"

Vanessa didn't wait for the young monk to answer, and she said the answer: "Because of love, unrequited love, the young priest fell in love with a female priest who was several years older than her. Now the female priest is crazy. He wants to find a way to restore the other party's sanity. I'm right, Monk Nimaz."

"Who are you? If you don't give me a satisfactory answer, I'll call you!" He said that he was justified, but it was not inconsistent at all. He was a pastor who was more like a scholar and had little combat power.

"I tell you one thing, even if you save the female priest, it's useless. She made a big mistake. The end of her return to Stormwind can only be hanged or secretly executed. Stormwind's laws cannot accept her, and there are places where you can come to the south of the camp if you want to do something."

Vanessa sneaked into the shadows and quickly left the scene. The campground was too small and could be heard with a little movement.

The middle-aged senior official had a not-low level, and he looked a little better than the middle-level warrior and less than the high-level one. This kind of person was as stubborn as a stone, but not as easy as a young monk. It would be better to kill him directly if he made him treason. Vanessa had to avoid his sight.

There were two hunters in the camp who studied flash bombs and several hunting dogs with extremely sensitive sense of smell in the camp. Even though her stealth skills were absolutely good and she had professional potions to cover up the smell on her body, she was almost discovered several times.

After saying what she should say, she disappeared directly.

Vanessa's words changed the face of the young monk slightly, but it was expected that the young monk knew very well what the goddess in his dream was like now and what he had done. Even if the other party recovered his mind and with the other party's usual kind nature, he might not be able to withstand the blow and commit suicide.

Even though he knew that his efforts were not very useful, the other party didn't know what he wanted, and everything was in vain, but he still wanted to do his best and be young!

"Monster Nimaz, is there anything you have to do here?" the middle-aged officer asked outside his camp.

"Uh, it's okay, it's okay." He looked through the introduction of the troll language left by Vanessa, thought for a while, and was preparing to make his last effort: "Captain Doron, can't you really send two warriors to escort me to find the troll's slab? I already have major clues, and I can definitely find a way to heal everyone."

Compared to Vanessa, who has unknown origins, he must trust Captain Doron more.

Unfortunately, the captain still rejected him this time. The middle-aged man was as stubborn as a stone: "Maybe I didn't make it clear during the day. Monk Nimaz, as the clerk of the Coulson Special Forces, you need to obey the command of the army. My current rank of captain and the identity of interim commander command you to give up your ridiculous ideas! We must guard the camp and wait for the support of Stormwind City. There will be a higher-level priest to deal with their problems. I promise you."

"Okay, I get it."

"Just understand."

The conversation between the two soon ended. Captain Doron thought he had convinced the young man, but he didn't know that the other party was extremely disappointed with him. The love in his heart made him make a brand new choice.

Late at night, Monk Nimaz avoided the night-time camp soldiers and came alone to the dense forests south of the camp.

Where did you agree to meet? That woman won't want to harm him, right? He held the one-handed hammer in his hand tightly, hoping that the weapon could give him some strength.

"It's so late, but congratulations, you made the most correct decision." Vanessa fell lightly from the treetops beside her.

"Can you help me? How do you help me?" It was dark before, but he didn't see Vanessa's appearance clearly. He only knew that he was a woman. At this time, he realized that he was such a beautiful woman, but this person was too young, right?

It was possible to pretend to be mysterious before, but it would be inappropriate to hide your head and show your face. Vanessa took off her hood, and her young and energetic face flashed with a layer of fluorescent light against the moonlight.

Her steps were light, leaving almost no trace on the fallen leaves and branches: "I will introduce myself, I am the new leader of the Difia Brotherhood, Vanessa Van Cliff."

A confused look appeared on Nimaz's face. He was hesitant and his good character still made him tell the truth: "Is it very famous? I, I don't go out often."

Vanessa, who was still posing, was stunned: ""

Fortunately, she thought about a lot of chicken soup about good and evil, justice and evil, and human nature, but she didn't use a single word. She had never heard of the name of the Brotherhood.
Chapter completed!