Alice jumped out of Loria's pocket, and to be precise, she cracked a hole in it.

Alice, who had been the size of her fingers, arched around on the ground, and she had become the size of a glass......

At this moment, Loria had no time to care about Alice's changes, and before she could figure out what was going on, she first felt thirsty, and then, a strong sense of hunger and bloodthirstiness suddenly invaded, and Loria's mind was completely controlled by the most primitive survival instinct.

Obviously, the speed of time passing inside the sandstorm is disordered, and their reaction speed has not kept up.

Loria turned a blind eye to such an obvious thing, she threw off her backpack, directly ripped off the rope buckle, and no matter what she caught, she just stuffed it into her mouth.

Unfortunately, before she could bite into the loaf of bread in her hand, it weathered.

Loria picked up the hydration bag, which dried before she could unscrew the lid.

She could feel that it was the blessing of Nozdom protecting her—time passed significantly slower on her than the qiē around her, a few days at best.

But Loria doesn't have to eat or drink like Alice, and she doesn't have much time to slip into the abyss of becoming a monster in the third stage of a vampire - not to worry too much, she dies of thirst before she falls or starves to death.

A few days was enough time to kill Loria.

She kept rummaging through the contents of her bag, but as soon as they left her backpack, they would be ruined by time.

The tailors of Azeroth are truly the most powerful men in the world, and the haphazardly sewn backpacks can withstand the invasion of time - where does this inexplicable strength come from?

Although the space items in Azeroth have long been in the middle of the Rotten Street, it has another space after all......

Loria soon weakened, and Alice's cries of pain from her rapid growth began to become clear...... Her head was splitting, her eyes were suddenly gone, and only her fingers were still groping in vain in her bag.

Loria touched something heavy...... It was a book of poems given to her by Sylvanas, and she groped for the gilded title on the cover with her fingertips, trying to read the title, but her mind went blank.

Something cold, felt like a glass tube slipped into her hand, and Loria subconsciously stuffed it into her mouth.

Sweet taste.

……

The sandstorm finally stopped.

Loria coughed dryly, spitting broken glass on the ground, feeling the pain in her trachea and throat as if they were about to burst.

The inexplicable loss of vision had not yet been attributed, and she fumbled around in her backpack, and when she grabbed a bag of cool spring water, she began to pour it violently, choked, and coughed all over her body.

Despite being dehydrated for a moment, and successfully being saved from the test tube she had stolen from the Underworld's room, Loria was worried that she would be left with disabilities, such as her brain.

Or blindness or something.

Eyes are an important weapon for vampires to survive, they can both see at night and confuse enemies, but they are also surprisingly vulnerable.

She didn't know much about physiology, let alone whether vampires were any different from humans.

Loria's worries didn't last long, and she could see the dim light coming in.

Thank you for being able to bite the glass lightly...... While checking whether there was still broken glass in her mouth, Loria touched her little tiger teeth as if she were praised, and by the hazy light, she got up from the ground and began to rummage through her backpack to eat.

Of course, thanks to the great undead alchemists who added countless additives to their blood samples, they created something that would never be the best against time.

If Loria had asked her experienced and death-loving vampire predecessors, she might not have been so worried...... They are unnatural creatures who can struggle on the brink of death for months.

It is said that there was a guy who was once hung on a flagpole for half a year, and after being rescued by a friend who was late, he could still be aggrieved and coquettish.

Hearing the sound of Suosuo, Alice also hummed and walked over, she touched Loria - compared to her fast-growing pain, the pink Lori just stuck out her tongue and couldn't even make a sound.

"Poor little Luo. ”

After all, it is a mortal thing, even if it is protected by the old lizard that controls time, it struggles so embarrassingly...... For a moment, Alice thought Loria was dead.

"It's not pitiful! It's just my acting skills!"

Loria flailed her arms wildly, almost knocking Alice flying, and after a moment she regretted it again, "It's such a powerful weapon...... If you threw the hourglass at your mother, you could kill her in one fell swoop, right? ”

"Don't complain about your imaginary enemy...... Alice rummaged through her backpack as she searched for food, "but I don't think it's a weapon." ”

"What's that?"

Loria asked puzzled, but Alice, who turned on the feeding mode, did not answer.

Soon after, Loria, who had regained her sight, understood what Alice meant.

On a bright night, there is no magic in the sky.

In the direction of the Undercity, a seemingly prosperous but dilapidated giant city stood in the moonlight.

And the abandoned farm they are in, although it is still 'abandoned', can still see traces of human activity.

Large stubbles of wheat stubble were left behind and rotting indiscriminately.

……

Outside Lordaeron, on the road leading to the Silver Pine Forest, the black press was full of people.

They dragged their homes and shoulders and moved forward at a slow pace.

A young man stands on a mound and pierces the hazy moonlight with an impassioned speech.

Citizens of Lordaeron, my compatriots!

Do you remember the sufferings of the past, when the brutal orcs of the unbeatable world defeated one kingdom after another, and they came here, under the city of Lordaeron, in an attempt to destroy the last hope of humanity.

But what happened to them?

That was to be completely defeated by us Lordaerons and driven into the asylum like livestock!

Now, the traitors of the father-killer have been driven out by us, and Lord Garithars has reclaimed the capital for us.

Please stay and take up arms and join Lord Garithars's army.

Don't be afraid of the decisive battle in three days' time, our enemy, the banshee who betrayed the betrayer, is but a stepping stone to another great victory for humanity!

The undead will soon be completely eradicated by us, and victory will surely belong to Lordaeron!

…… Most of the people were unmoved, but there were also a few young people who broke free from the pull of their families and squeezed towards the mound where the speaker was.

……

The main forces of the Scourge have long since withdrawn to Northrend.

Sylvanas has given an ultimatum to the humans of Lordaeron, and in three days, she will lead an army to attack the city of Lordaeron from the front.

The decisive battle to determine who will ultimately belong to this devastated land is about to begin.