Chapter 139: The Escaping Orc.

He had thought that he might be surprised when he saw a real gryphon, but he didn't expect to be so shocked that he couldn't even speak.

Because this creature is really so beautiful...

Unlike the curious onlookers from other places, whether it's those horses or the staff at the post station, they just took a glance at the gryphon flying into the night sky and then silently went back to their own work without any surprise or additional discussion.

If it's so common, why haven't I seen it since I was a child?

When he was a child, he had seen gryphons passing by high in the sky. But it was just like seeing a passenger plane passing by in the sky from the ground. Strictly speaking, it couldn't be considered as "having seen" it.

Perhaps due to the war, there have been more gryphons coming and going here in the past two years. And Jess has been in Stormwind City during this period.

The onlookers dispersed one by one, but Jess was still standing in the same place, staring at the white dot in the dark red dusk.

"Are all gryphons this big?" Jess asked.

"The ones in Hinterlands are a bit smaller. This is a snow gryphon from Alterac Mountains. There aren't as many as in Hinterlands." Gerred said while holding his head. "I rarely see this kind of gryphon. It's really a beautiful giant beast."

"When we reach Hinterlands, you can look at them as much as you want, Jess." Gerred said. "Let's go back to the post station quickly. I see there are really a lot of people. Don't miss the opportunity." Jess nodded and followed Gerred back again, but his heart was still thinking about that white monster.

At some point, a man wearing a thick coat followed their steps. He was wearing glasses and holding an old book in his arms. As soon as he came over, he asked, "Gentlemen, are you just off that goblin merchant ship? Do you have goods to be shipped to Stratholme?"

"You talk to him." Gerred nudged Jess with his elbow.

There are many such guys like intermediaries at the post stations in Lordaeron. They are either professional intermediaries or hired by caravans to take on jobs. Although Jess has never dealt with them before, he knew of the existence of such people when he was in the royal city before.

"It's not goods, it's people. Is there a carriage to Dalaran tomorrow morning?" he asked.

"No." The other party replied. "Sorry, sir. The carriages going west and north have been stopped in the past two days. The kingdom has required a four-day suspension of freight and passenger transportation. It won't resume until the day after tomorrow. Now only those going to Arathi, Stratholme, and Darrowmere are still in operation. Perhaps you can consider taking a detour from there... Because after the day after tomorrow, it's still not known if the policy will change. If you are in a hurry, you can try going through Alterac."

"What happened?" Jess asked.

"Don't you know?" The man clamped the book and lifted his glasses. Looking at him and the dwarf, he said, "Ah, you just came back from the south. No wonder you don't know. That orc leader has escaped. From the underground prison in the royal city. I really don't know what Minethil is doing. How long has that guy been in prison? A year? I'm afraid he hasn't even warmed his seat yet. Of course, I also heard it from others. The only thing that can be confirmed is that the army has blocked the roads for two days. The rest is up to your own judgment."

"Orc leader?" Jess asked. "Is it Orgrim Doomhammer?"

"How can I remember those strange names of orcs?" The intermediary bowed slightly and said, "Since the two of you still need to consider, then I'll go ask others first. I'm very sorry."

After saying that, he immediately went to look for other business going east. Jess actually wanted to ask more.

Is the orc leader who escaped from the royal city Orgrim?

If it is Orgrim Doomhammer, it means that he has been wandering in the forests and mountains of Lordaeron for ten years. It wasn't until the new chieftain of the Horde grew up that he finally met him?

No wonder Orgrim later no longer had the same spirit as when he led the Horde from Stormwind City all the way to Quel'Thalas. The long years of wandering and life as a fugitive, and of course, the gradual fading of the influence of fel energy, were enough to smooth out his temperament ten years ago.

But Jess didn't quite understand this policy of blocking the roads. If it's because the orc chieftain has escaped, it shouldn't be just a four-day blockade. Does the Kingdom of Lordaeron really think it can catch him in four days?

Of course, in fact, not only did Lordaeron not catch Orgrim Doomhammer in four days, four years, or even fourteen years. Thinking of this, Jess vaguely felt that there might be other reasons.

Now, the two of them sat on the side of the street next to the post station and rested for a while, looking at the people coming and going in front of them, feeling a bit confused. At least they knew why this town was so busy. All the carriage caravans wanting to go to Dalaran, the Kingdom of Gilneas, and the royal city of Lordaeron were piled up here. No wonder it's so busy!

Of course, if you want to go to Gilneas, you can also take a boat. There is really no way to go to the royal city.

Strictly speaking, it's not that there is no way at all.

Taking a boat is also possible. Jess had checked the route before. In theory, it is possible to take a boat from Southshore to Dalaran and the royal city.

As long as it takes less than two months to bypass the Gilneas Peninsula, follow the coast of Silverpine Forest and reach the Alivas River in the south of Tirisfal along the way, and then go upstream to reach the port of Lordamere and enter Lake Lordamere.

The whole process takes less than two months. By the way, you can also enjoy the complete coastline scenery of the entire Gilneas Peninsula.

Jess scratched his head and said, "This is so unfortunate. We just happened to catch the road blockade?"

"The war just ended not long ago, Jess. The entire continent of Lordaeron is not peaceful." Gerred took out a biscuit from his bag and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he said, "I'm not surprised at all that such problems will occur. Fortunately, this ship arrived a few days earlier than we expected. This way, we can act according to the original plan. By the way, we can also play in Southshore for a few days."

"Do you think it's really because the orc escaped that the roads are blocked?" Jess asked.

"Otherwise, what else could it be?" Gerred said. "We just arrived here. What the people here say must be true."

Jess rubbed his eyelids and sighed helplessly.

"What if we still can't leave the day after tomorrow?"

"Then we'll walk there." Gerred said. "Across the Alterac Valley. I roughly calculated that if we cross it on foot and then go down the mountain to Dalaran, it will take about six days. If we walk quickly, we can just catch that exchange meeting. After that, we go to the royal city of Lordaeron. There is no way that the ferry on Lake Lordamere will also be blocked. The orc can't build a dock and rob there. After you see your parents, we can go to Hinterlands a few days later."

Jess looked north. Beyond the patches of pine forests, he could vaguely see the blue-tinted snow-capped mountains at the end of his vision.

"There's nothing else we can do. I hope everything will return to normal the day after tomorrow."

Gerred glanced at him and said, "We can't do anything now. Why don't we go to the tavern behind and have a drink? Don't waste the money we earned on the ship."

"Okay." Jess stood up. Chewing on Gerred's words, he felt something was strange. "What kind of not wasting money is this..."

"If the money is not spent and the two of us are killed by the orc the day after tomorrow. That's a waste." The dwarf made a cutting motion across his neck with his hand.