"Baby, be quiet, be quiet, don't be manic......"

Standing on the dock in the harbor of Nanhai Town, Gianna was almost pecked by an angry griffin, and the Hammer Knight pulled his partner hard to calm the big guy's emotions a little. The reason is that Gianna forcibly invaded the griffin's spiritual world with magic, and through the griffin's eyes, Gianna can see the entire process of the naval battle, but what a noble creature the griffin is, how can they accept that they are enslaved. Even the Hammer Dwarves regard them as friends and gain their trust before they can ride them. And Gianna used her magic to forcibly occupy their spiritual world. In this way, it is impossible for the griffin not to be angry. Fortunately, the Hammer Dwarf recognized Gianna and calmed the griffin's emotions at the first time, so as to avoid bloodshed.

"I'm sorry......"

Gianna walked up, embarrassed to look directly at the griffin that had been occupied by her for half an hour, but looked apologetically at the Hammer dwarf.

"It's not good, Ms. Proudmoore, and I'd be angry if it were me. I understand your eagerness to find out what is going on, but please don't use this method, the griffons are not enslaved by any foreign forces. If I hadn't been here today, you'd probably have died. ”

Even if Gianna's status is noble and special, but the character of the Hammer Dwarves is like this, they don't care if you are a prince or noble, as long as they make them unhappy, they are straightforward.

"Well, thank you for your understanding......"

Of course, Gianna wouldn't mind, she just looked at the Hammer Dwarf with apologetic eyes, and then replied politely. As for what the dwarf said, she didn't take it to heart, and an army probably couldn't hurt her, let alone a griffon......

"You've seen the naval battles, Catherine was really a brilliant king, and she made me change my mind about female kings. The battle was very tragic, and as you can see, more than 60 percent of the ships of Kurtilas were sunk, and they were all fishing boats and merchant ships...... Yes, I was convinced. Even at the height of the Orc Wars, I had never seen anything like it......"

The Hammer Knight spoke, and Gianna suddenly realized that he might be much older than she looked. At least during the Orc Wars, the Hammer Dwarf had been in the fray.

"I was surprised and, at the same time, very happy to ......"

Gianna's face became cheerful, and when she mentioned her mother and her country, she was like a child, and she was rejuvenated. Importantly, the people of Kurtilas miraculously won the naval battle. It is not the kingdom of Kul Tiras in its heyday, but it is the most epic battle.

"Alas, it's just that there are a lot of people who died."

The hammer dwarf sighed.

Soon, the High Lord Furstad was hovering down with his golden griffin.

As the griffin landed, Furstad slid down and slid to the ground, standing in front of Gianna. He was only half the height of Gianna, about below his chest. But it seems that the dwarven lords are very strong and spirited.

"Prepare for the return of the heroes, Gianna, your mother is on her way here."

Furstad glanced at Gianna and shouted happily. His shout was more like a roar, the strongest voice in Eagle's Nest Mountain.

……

Chapel of the Light's Wish.

Under the hazy sky, orange poisonous gases filled the earth, and the earth looked as black as oil as if it had been soaked in sewage. Surrounded by the endless wails and roars of the undead, the Scourge Corps flocked to the Church of Light in the distant Eastern Plaguelands.

The members of the Order stationed here were already physically and mentally exhausted, waiting for reinforcements from the High Lord, waiting for the Ember Messenger, however, months passed, and there was no news of Lordaeron......

"Die, disgusting monster!"

Commander Maxwell roared and raised his hammer, a white glow in his hand, and in a heartbeat, the ghouls who pounced on him were smashed to pieces by the silver hammer. Its flesh splattered, and Maxwell stepped on it, crushing some of the carrion on its limbs.

However, more undead soldiers are approaching.

"Retreat, damn it."

He ordered. Soon, hundreds of paladins and warriors of the Silver Hand began to retreat. Under the cover of hunters and mages, they withdrew from Herbert's Farm, the last of their farms outside the chapel. Abandoning it would be a loss of food for the chapel headquarters. But there were many Scourge soldiers, and without the powerful power of the Holy Light and the solid walls of the wall, it would be impossible for them to hold this farm.

Maxwell turned to see a pillar of holy light enveloping the chapel in the distance. It was the forbidden place of the Scourge undead, and as the commander-in-chief of the Knights in the Eastern Plaguelands, Maxwell knew that the Scourge would not dare to attack the church for a while. But without a source of food, the Knights were not long in stationing.

"Ares, damn it, what the hell are you doing?!"

In his indignation, Maxwell scolded in a muffled voice.

He held the hammer in his hand, wishing that it was the Ember Bringer, who could rush into the army of the Scourge and slaughter millions of undead with the power of a single person. But he wasn't, Ares was, but Ares didn't hear yet......

"I'm afraid he won't come. The city of Lordaeron was built by him, and Ares valued the capital of Lordaeron more than the chapel. And here, for him, is just an ordinary chapel. Why risk leading an army to the rescue? ”

Galio, the lieutenant of the Order, heard Maxwell's complaint and chimed in. Again, both of them spoke with a deep displeasure with Ares.

It's just that Maxwell still has a glimmer of hope for Ares.

"No, Ares is not like that. I'm sure he'll come. ”

He whispered back.

But Galio was clearly reluctant to do more visions. He put away his tomahawk and carried his shield behind him. "Then we'll bet he won't come in two months."

"Then you might lose the bet."

Maxville sneered.

……

Half a month later, the Lordaeron troops stationed in the Chapel of Light's Wish had indeed not waited for reinforcements from Ares, but they had waited for another force, the Blood Elf Legion led by Winresa. said that it was a legion, but it was actually a small team, and after going through bloodbaths again and again, Silvermoon City no longer had the strength to form a real legion. The Blood Elves who arrived at the Chapel of Light's Wish were only a little over two thousand. But the news they brought was more important than the support of the Legion......