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They kept coming, coming wave after wave, and kept rushing forward! No one could do anything. The Gilnis wall did not make the people behind the wall feel safe as the king promised. Below them were shaking undead creatures like the sea tide, countless spider creatures charged forward, and there was also a huge monster whose bodies were sewn with the skin of rotten corpses. Tobias breathed carefully, and all he smelled was the smell of gunpowder and the smell of a large corpse tide, which almost made him spit it out.

Not far away, King Jean, the spiritual pillar of the Gilnis, also came to the battlefield, and there was a man next to him. The man looked like a wizard of the Curse Sect, but in fact he was the famous royal wizard Arugao. Tobias stood on the barrier at the top of the wall of Greymann and stared at them.

"In the name of the Holy Light, they are endless." A soldier cursed, "All Lordaeron's bastards should die!"

Tobias suddenly remembered the human kingdom bordering Gilness, and all sins were caused by that place. The messenger from Lordaeron several weeks ago had begged Gilness for help, but was rejected by the king. Tobias could not say that this act of not saving the death was correct, but he now knew that even Gilness's artillery fire would be difficult to resist the footsteps of the natural disasters.

Fire light reflected from the tattered armor. The army of the dead continued to retreat. Those undead creatures had no brains, and they had only one purpose, which was to break through the city walls.

The Gilness soldiers outside the walls stood firm and shot artillery fire into the enemy group in vain. The trajectory of the flames traveled through the darkness until they hit the target. But whenever an undead creature caught fire, the other would immediately fill its position.

This continued endlessly. Tobias realized in despair that he had been fighting like this for several days. How long can the soldiers last? The countless enemies will only drag them down. Some soldiers were already panicked.

"What is our king doing at this time?" Tobias complained impatiently. Unexpectedly, Gene heard his voice. When the two looked at each other, Tobias saw the pale face on the king's face, which was the expression that Gene did not show when fighting against the orcs. But Tobias hoped that he could show leadership. He was their leader, Gilnis' beating heart. It can be said that the people who are now vowing to guard the city walls to the death are fighting for him.

"Gilness will stand firm!" When Gene's eyes were filled with anger. He looked at the great wizard standing by him in silence.

Arugao seemed very calm. Even here, he showed no fear at all. His eyes were also very calm. As a mage, he seemed to have seen such a scene.

"Master, Master." Gene's shout sounded cold and gasping, and hesitated.

"Yes, your majesty?" Arugao had been waiting for Gene's voice, and now he began to get a little excited.

“As we discussed, can you make sure to turn things around?”

Arugao lowered his head slightly, and a strange smile was hidden under his mask, "Of course, your majesty. I have assured you many times."

Gene looked at him twice, then nodded. The mage left, leaving behind the terrifying sounds below. The sound of steel hitting the armor, the moans of undead creatures, and the screams of the dying Gilness soldiers. After a very short time, the howling of wolf sounded on the battlefield.

Tobias could not forget, in those doomsday days, he had seen horrible things that he had never seen in his life, something that he could not forget.

...

A group of uninvited guests came to the Black Miasma Forest. Dozens of Beast soldiers walked into the jungle under the leadership of a commander Kukaron. Their direction of their marching pointed to the hinterland of the command post. Interestingly, although they could take care of each other in terms of number, it was still difficult for the soldiers to hide their fear of this strange place. Only Kukaron walked in front, holding a huge battle axe in both hands, and staring at the surroundings with anger.

Tobias looked at their weapons. The perfect combination of sharp axes and spears protected several shamans in the middle of the team. So he raised his arm slightly, and when he fell down violently, several werewolfs fell from the bushes above the team. Their claws easily killed the two invaders responsible for the treatment. The tribal squad was in panic. Tobias seized the opportunity to jump out of the bushes and prepared to sneak attack Commander Kukaron with his back on his back.

The orc was obviously more cunning than he thought. When he heard the movement, Kukaron swung his weapon and turned around and swept across it, collided with the sword in Tobias's hand, and left each other. Tobias stepped back and steadily, then pulled out two sharp and deadly short swords between his waist buttons and rushed forward.

More werewolfs appeared to participate in this "hunting". Since they did not receive orders to capture the enemy alive, they showed the nature of wild beasts to prey during the battle. The werewolf's sensitivity and reaction ability were greater than that of any race. The orcs soon discovered that their excellent equipment was useless. Some of their companions were still by their side just now, but they were dragged into the jungle and dismantled eight pieces in the next second.

Tobias and the Kukaron orcs were stalemate. One of their orcs was quietly pressing forward. Tobias suddenly lowered his body and barely avoided the sweeping attack, almost a little bit away from his back. He turned around, used his strength to stab the attacker hard with his left-handed short sword. With a scream, the guard could no longer cause trouble for him.

The battle ended with victory.

...

The wine bottle rolled down to the corner of the house. Tobias was naked and leaned on the chair with a dejected look. He had lost insomnia these days. Whenever he closed his eyes, he would see himself turning into a werewolf and killing wildly in the crowd. Although he knew he could control it, Gilness's fear of werewolf deeply affected.

Looking up at the roof, Tobias began to vaguely feel that Stavin's suggestion was right.

The sharp scream made the contemplative man dizzy, and Tobias almost fainted, and he rushed out of the house. A large group of people had already gone ahead of him to find the sound emitter.

The sky is chaotic, plated with everything it touches - the city extending below it, with every tile roof of Gilness tall building.

An eagle soared in the strong wind, and before the golden color was replaced by the cold apathetic purple brought by the gradually submerged night, it flew all the way to the destination of the night. Below it, the Gilnes were hugging and talking. Neither the eagle nor the sky could attract any attention.

In the middle of them was the reason why they gathered. Tobias pushed the crowd away and walked to the front, and a broken corpse suddenly appeared in front of him. The poor guy lost his arm, his clothes covered with blood. There was a broken, bloody wine bottle next to him.

"Werewolf, that monster!"

"The security team has promised that there will be no werewolf!"

"The Holy Light is above!"...

Tobias swallowed when he heard these voices. He expressed regret and apologies for the dead, and at the same time, with condemnation, he could not breathe as if he was criticizing him. If he showed his true body here... there were so many living people... unprepared. Tobias began to fear the consciousness that he existed in his blood.

Suddenly, a hand slapped his shoulder, scaring Tobias quickly turned around. His friend Gwen Amster stood in front of him. This simple and strong woman possessed the elegant temperament that Gilness was not common, and sometimes Tobias even felt that she was not a Gilness.

"Gwen?" Tobias stammered and said the other person's name.

"You don't look very good, Tobias."

The sturdy hat showed a bitter smile and looked back at the corpse on the ground, "No one will be good."

The patrol team had arrived and began to take over the work here. They dispersed the crowd. Some people forced the soldiers who maintained public order to give them an explanation, but the answer was the soldiers' ruthless rebukes and scolds.

"These soldiers were also scared," Gwen said. "Who knows if he will be the next target of the werewolf?"

Tobias was very glad that she did not replace the creature in her mouth with the word "beast", and echoed: "May the Holy Light allow the unfortunate to rest in peace. But I wonder what the king intends to do? Will he order the whole city to hunt werewolf? Or is he going to stay out of the matter?"

“I prefer to lean towards the latter.”

This sentence surprised Tobias.

Gwen signaled him to walk and explained, "No one knows what else werewolfs will do. Now they are just attacking the drunkards who never come home, but if they are forced into a hurry, what terrible actions will they do?"

In a trance, Tobias remembered the result of a werewolf arrest not long ago. The government publicly executed the enemy and tied him to the stake in chains. Firewood was piled under their feet, and oil was poured onto the firewood piles - and on his body. He was lit, accompanied by the cheers of the crowd for the terrible grand scene. He was also present at the time, but he was still normal at that time, and his legs were not scratched by the werewolf.

"Maybe the fear has begun, but we just don't realize it." Tobias murmured.

...

The sunshine in the black miasma forest is very sparse. The scattered gloomy light passes through the clouds, but is swallowed by dense branches.

"I owe you a favor, Fasandra." Tobias would say this every time he saw this night elf. He appeared in front of the other side in the form of a werewolf, using this

Fasandra Storm Claw is a raptor druid - Tobias doesn't know what a druid is - she has emerald facial patterns and hair, and her skin is close to the wheat color of the Gilnesians. At this moment, she is fiddling with her herbs in her hand, and a arrested werewolf locked on the prison rack next to her. The saliva squeezed out between his teeth shows that he has not recovered his mind. Fasandra is helping him solve this problem.

The night elves bowed slightly. "We each got what we need, Mistermanto. When we learned that Gilnis was deeply cursed by the werewolf, the Great Druid Storm believed that you and your people would become important allies in the alliance. I will not question his wisdom."

"Ally of the Alliance?" Tobias was surprised. "Gilness owed a lot of things to the Alliance, especially after the King ordered the withdrawal from the Alliance... This is true. But I am honored that you will see us like this, and you myself risked to help us cursed people."

"You have to understand that the task we were sent to perform is to assist werewolf. So everything I did is my duty." Fasandra shook his hand in front of the bound werewolf, and the guy obediently drank the medicine he had just made. The night elf continued, "Okay, tell me what happened in the royal city now?"

Just as Tobias was about to speak, a night elf scout hurried over. Their conversation was interrupted.

"Is there any news, sister?" Fashandra handed the scout a glass of water. The other party drank it all with gratitude, and then muttered in the female elf's ear.

After Tobias became a werewolf, his hearing became very sharp. He stood one meter away from Fasandra, but he could not hear what the two elves were saying. He suspected that this was some kind of spell that he could not see.

What is the news? Tobias was a little curious, but when he saw the horrified expression on Fasandra's face, he realized something was wrong.

"What happened?"

"You have to go back quickly, Tobias," Fasandra said to him, "You must bring your king here, no matter how difficult it is."

At first, Tobias didn't quite understand what Fasandra's words meant, and he even found it a little ridiculous. It was just that the sound of Fasandra's words, who had always been calm, sounded full of urgency, as if they were implicitly fear.

"What's wrong with the king?" Tobias wanted to know the answer, otherwise he would not be able to leave with peace of mind, and it would be even more impossible to do as Fasandra said.

The two night elves from the New Year were filled with panic on their faces.

"We must take action immediately!" said the female druid. She faced the werewolf who fell asleep after taking medicine. The meaning was very obvious.

Tobias had tried his best to maintain a calm state, but his fear instantly destroyed all the calmness on his face. Unprecedented anxiety made him tremble all over.

"Who else... knows..."

The female scout explained: "Not yet, our people have determined this after many days of observation."

Hearing these words, Tobias turned around and ran away in a mad manner. He wanted to return to Gilness as soon as possible and bring Gene Greyman here as soon as possible. Only night elves from afar can help the king.
Chapter completed!