Whew......

A physically disabled bloodtooth werewolf was pushed into the cage by its kind, one of its arms had been severed, presumably by human soldiers when it fled from Gilneth City, and now, without arms and claws, it was a waste to Arugao, and the best way to dispose of this waste was to turn it into food.

The werewolf was in his cage, and Arugao's thump approached, his ghostly eyes looking at the wounded blood-toothed werewolf. The werewolf only pleaded and took pity in his eyes. However, Arugao was indifferent to this.

After a while, I saw a terrifying huge black shadow in the depths of the cage, and the disabled blood-toothed werewolf turned around in horror, and the next second, it saw an incomparably terrifying scene, a fierce giant wolf that was twice its size was slowly walking towards it.

It wailed, trying to escape the cage, but it was in vain. The dark prison imbued with magical power by Arugao is so impenetrable that not even the claws of steel can cut through the cold bars.

A terrifying roar came, and the ferocious giant wolf pounced, and the blood-toothed werewolf didn't even have time to dodge before the giant wolf bit off his throat. Warm blood splattered on the wolf's face, and it couldn't wait to open its bloody mouth and bite at the flesh inside, completely ignoring that the prey under it might also have half the blood of its own race.

Seeing the appearance of the giant wolf's face covered in blood and biting flesh and bones, Arugao laughed, the laughter was so perverted - "Wolgan, enjoy this delicacy, there are many more such delicacies, feed you one a day, enough for you to eat for a year." ”

Arugao said, and left the cell satisfied, the doors behind him closing one by one, leaving the room full of blood and wolf stench. The cage hadn't been cleaned for half a year, because no one dared to go in and clean it......

……

The shadows of the burning wood forest were staggered, and a werewolf came out of the darkness, and was leveled by Ares's sword, and sent it into his mouth, and the fallen giant sword pierced the head of the blood-toothed werewolf, making a sound of flames, and in the next second, the werewolf fell weakly, and his entire head was burned to the ground......

"This sword is infinitely powerful, but it has fallen too deeply, and the curse of vengeance has made it go on a killing spree, but this is not what a paladin should do."

After a scuffle in the woods, Belissa changed from cheetah form to elven form and began to pay attention to the greatsword in Ares' hand. Before, she hadn't noticed the greatsword behind the paladin, and it wasn't until recently, from Ares' incessant killing, that she felt the evil of this weapon.

"Yes, I know, but until I find a new owner, I can only keep holding it. Or find some other way to purify it. Otherwise, if it falls into the hands of some people, I am afraid it will be more dangerous. ”

Met with Belisa's concern, Ares smiled faintly, then withdrew his sword and continued to hang it on his back.

"Let's leave it alone, let's move on, make an appointment with Jean, and in the evening, rush to Shadowfang Castle. Now, it's almost there. ”

Ares looked at the sky above him, and the white moon was rising.

……

"Ares, Gianna, you guys are really punctual, look, it's getting dark, it looks like we're really going to have a night attack."

As Lady White and Blue Child rise, Ares and Gianna finally arrive outside Shadowfang Castle. The castle was very different from what Ares had imagined, it was built on a cliff, but on a ...... scale It's a bit big...... The castle is divided into two floors, the inner and the outside, and countless towers protrude from the castle and reach out into the dark sky.

It looks like each tower is guarded by bloodfangs werewolves, as there are a few spots of light flickering on them.

And to enter the castle, you have to cross a bridge, a stone bridge that crosses the sea cliff. Below is the turbulent sea, at night, the sea water looks deep, terrifying, endless sea, as if it has endless magic, can catch anyone who falls into the sea, as if to the bottom of the sea.

And Arugao is not a fool, at the bridgehead, the blood-toothed werewolves have already laid a dense force and are ready for battle.

Obviously, such a large army, coming all the way from Gilneis, it is impossible for Arugao, as the archmage of Dalaran, not to know about it. Ares didn't know if there were crystals in World of Warcraft, but Arrugo must have seen Jean's actions through his own means.

Three thousand Gilneth hoplites assembled on the other side of the stone bridge, across the bridge from the blood-toothed werewolves at the bridgehead.

"Liam, this attack, let me come, you are responsible for commanding the archery guards and musket team, covering my advance."

Standing at the head of the bridge, the white-haired Jean spoke to his son Liam with a heavy heart. He plunged his sword into the dirt and placed the other on Liam's shoulder, his face full of relief and pride. This picture suddenly has a sense of sadness and vicissitudes, after going through the ordeal, the old king finally accepted the werewolf, and, in order not to let his son be injured again, he would rather drag his old body and fight at the forefront.

"Father, your guards are not enough to tear through the defenses of these beasts, let me come."

Liam said, his face glistening with anxiety and worry, fearing that his father would be injured in this battle, just like himself. In this cursed country, being bitten by a blood-toothed werewolf is not as pleasant as death. Every Gilneth werewolf is reborn after going through endless suffering. Liam worried, worried.

But Jean was clearly reluctant to be so sensational. He was, after all, a king, not just a father. There were so many people watching, and so many soldiers under his command, waiting for his leadership.

His iron-clad hand removed from Liam's shoulder and re-grasped the great sword that had been stuck in the ground.

"Warriors of Gilneis, tonight, we will complete this curse, and tonight, we will conquer this evil castle. Pick up your weapons, follow me, and plunge your sword into the heart of darkness! For Gilneth! ”

Jean. Greymane roared, and the three thousand heavily armored ironclad guards at the bridgehead roared in unison, striking their swords against their shields in response to their king's call.

The next moment, a crimson flame meteorite fell from the sky and quickly fell into the crowd of blood-toothed wolves on the opposite side, and King Jean of Gilnes personally went into battle, roaring and rushing towards the blood-toothed werewolf army on the opposite bank......