A hazy drizzle drifted above the Black Forest, and they had been walking on the road for two days, without seeing a single person, and the villages along the road were either abandoned or burned. A scene of dead silence.

The legendary capital of the Kingdom of Gilneth never appeared. Ares and his team, like a lonely boat in the ocean, searched for so-called islands and land, but the fog always shrouded them. Even if it's just a peninsula, a peninsular country jutting out of the land, it's so big that it's hard to find a specific city.

And, to make matters worse, the weather in Gilneth is more humid and rainy than the silver pine forest outside, where even if it doesn't rain, the humidity in the air is high. What's more, there are hardly any times when it doesn't rain.

The raincoats on Drum and Herold were almost never dried all the way, and Gianna was even wet, the rain seeped into the outer edge of the raincoat, wetting the robe inside, and the little white underwear inside the robe could be vaguely seen......

Apparently, Gianna had found out and knew something, but she didn't say it, and the wet hair stuck to her face in strands, so that she had to play with her hair from time to time so that the wet hair did not cover her eyes.

During the night, the diplomatic team rested on the side of Boulevard de Gremai.

The light of the fire was the only light within a few kilometers of the wasteland.

"The kingdom of Gilneth has closed itself off since the end of the Second Orc War, Greymane, King Gilney, if he is still alive now, he should be more than seventy years old, he is definitely a self-respecting king, he voluntarily abandoned the northern silver pine forest, ordered his people to build a huge stone wall, completely isolated his kingdom from the outside world, and ordered this wall in his own name. When the Scourge invaded, the Gilneys found themselves not strong enough to fight the undead army, so King Jean made a desperate gamble and had the Elder Arugor Mage use a forbidden spell and summon the Ancient Wolves to deal with the Scourge Legion. I have to say that these giant wolves can also fight, and they will beat the Scourge Legion of Alsace back by dividing five by two. However, after that, the summoned beasts began to attack the humans, and many of the bitten humans gradually became one of them, and the werewolves cursed. This is the story of Gilneys. ”

At night, sitting by the fire, Ares talked. And Gianna looked at her in amazement, even she didn't know the history of Gilneth very well, no one knew what happened behind the Greymane Wall, and the young man in front of her knew so much about it. Could it be that Ares made it up? But no, along the way, many of the things that Ares told did happen.

"You've been here before?"

Gianna asked curiously. She got as close to the fire as she could, letting the fire dry her clothes.

"No, I haven't."

"And how do you know so well?"

"I've just heard, you know, I'm the Great Lord, and a lot of news will eventually come to me."

Faced with Gianna's curious question, Ares replied lightly with a smile.

The young woman in front of her nodded in disbelief, and continued to place her hand beside the flame, baking her cold palms. Obviously, Gilneth in late autumn was a little cold, although not as cold as Lordaeron did, but the lack of dry clothes was enough to make people shiver from the cold.

"By the way, Gianna, have you heard of Kalimdor?"

After chatting with Gilneth, Gianna didn't seem sleepy, and Ares moved on to another topic.

And this topic is also incomprehensible to Ares.

"I think I've heard of it, I've heard my mentor Antonidas mention it, but I don't know what kind of place it is."

Gianna replied honestly. Ares suddenly realized that when talking about something he didn't understand, the mage still had a bit of a cute temperament.

"Did you receive some mysterious message before Dalaran was attacked? Like a crow hovering outside the window, a talking crow, or a dream, a mysterious prophet? ”

Ares continued to ask. Because in the original timeline, Gianna was inspired by Medivan to lead a group of humans to the west and come to live on the continent of Kalimdor. And unite the tribes, unite the night elves, and fight against the demon Akmund together. It is also known as the Battle of Mount Hyjal. And now, it seems that none of this series of events has happened......

"No, what crow, what prophet?"

Gianna asked, her eyes full of confusion and confusion. The great lord of the Scarlet Crusader in front of him, although he seems to be young, knows a lot, and even knows a lot of things that he doesn't know...... In addition, his problems are also strange......

"Alas, forget it if you don't, maybe I'm thinking too much."

Ares sighed.

"Wait, there's movement."

As soon as Ares's words fell, Gianna whispered nervously. Her eyes were on Ares, at the pitch-black forest behind him......

"What is it?"

The sudden hostility made Ares a little nervous, but fortunately, the Ash Messenger was beside him, and at this distance, as long as he grabbed it, he could catch this big sword. Before the enemy appeared, Ares knew that he could not pick up this great sword for the time being, otherwise, he would be startled.

"Beasts, bloodthirsty beasts, the race we've been looking for, may be on the horizon."

Gianna said, her eyes sharpening. In the next second, through her eyes, Ares could see a tall figure, a terrifying and ferocious beast......

A howl of terror rang out.

However, before he could pick up the Ash Bringer, he heard a very short spell, and the flames in the campfire suddenly flew high, forming a fiery fireball that flew towards the giant beast behind him at great speed.

An explosion woke everyone up, and the tall beast whimpered instantly, falling to the ground and rolling in pain, the flames enveloping it. Ares drew his sword and stood up, and saw that the beast was the legendary werewolf!