"Your Majesty, please forgive us, Prince Liam is infected with the blood of werewolves, the curse of werewolves has not been solved so far, we have tried all the medicines, but ......"

"I don't want to listen to your explanations, if I want to live, I want my son back, I want a person, a real person, not like those monsters in the castle, with ugly faces and deformed minions!"

Twilight Harbor, Jean's home base, several royal apothecaries of the Angry Kingdom smashed bottles in anger, for a week, even though the pharmacists tried all the potions, they still couldn't save Liam from the edge of human consciousness, he was becoming a werewolf, or had become a werewolf, his nails had turned into claws, his palms were covered with thick pads of flesh, and his body had become twice as strong as before. However, this is not the result that Jean wants, he wants his son to be like before, a real human being.

"We tried our best...... Your Majesty......"

Several pharmacists replied tremblingly.

"Damn it, a bunch of shit!"

Jean roared.

"What about Crowley? That damn traitor won't go to the werewolves again! I asked him to attack the south gate, and just like that, a little bit of people came back, but what about the others? Did you also go to feed the wolves? ”

After killing the pharmacist and his party, Jean took his anger out on Crowley's rout. Obviously, the fact that Liam had become a werewolf made him feel haggard, and he didn't want to accept that fact, he needed an outlet, a place to release his stress and anger, and these defeated soldiers under his command undoubtedly became such an outlet. However, the soldiers of Gilneth knew that their king had not been like this before......

"Your Majesty, our army had a smooth start in attacking the South Gate, and the Grand Lord Ares opened the gap for all of us and led us all the way to the Cathedral of Light, but for some unknown reason, the number of blood-toothed werewolves in the city square increased dramatically, and our forces were not enough to withstand their frantic siege. Finally, Lord Crowley ordered everyone to retreat......"

"What about Crowley? Where are the others? Why did you guys come back? There were 2,000 people before departure! Two thousand! ”

Jean continued to yell. An uncharacteristically outrageous outburst.

"Great Lord, he's wounded...... Others, many died in battle......"

The guard replied tremblingly.

"Damn it!"

After hearing this, Jean kicked the table in front of him with a resentful kick, and the battle map and the wine glass on it spilled to the ground. The red liquor is like the blood of the warriors, which flows inexhaustibly and stains the land red. This curse is like a plague of natural disasters, and for every soldier killed in the kingdom of Gilneys, the bloodtooth werewolf has one more accomplice. At first, werewolves were the targets of hunting, however, gradually, they took over every corner of the kingdom, and even occupied the capital of the kingdom.

"Crowley, where did he go?"

After calming his anger a little, Jean began to inquire about the whereabouts of his noble lord.

"We don't know this, Adjutant Ulla said goodbye to us at the crossroads, he told the uninjured to go with me, the wounded or the dead warriors, he took them to a strange place, and we don't know where that place is...... Your Majesty......"

The poor captain of the guard replied with trepidation.

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Talendor, the land of the elves.

"His condition?"

Standing in front of Crolley, Ares asked the priestess Belissa anxiously. She was still dressed in a very environmentally friendly way, two pieces of light patterned cloth wrapped around the two small peaks on her chest, and she did not wear anything on her lower abdomen, and she covered her two large flower legs with a skirt woven from leaves. The body is hot, but Ares has a slight interest in the Night Elves, and the blue purple skin alone is a bit heavy.

"The werewolf's blood has been controlled, although he has not yet fully awakened, and he has not completely recovered his memories of belonging to humans, but he can already control the violent impulses in his body through his own will, those wild and beastly natures, yes, he can control and master them well."

Belissa said, smiling with relief.

The branches and vines wrapped around Craney's body, and he seemed to be asleep, breathing evenly, some tender vines gently curling his thighs and forearms, gray-white fluff rising and falling delicately in one direction in the breeze. It is like a wheat field in autumn, full of the breath of life.

"It's a druid's natural spell, and after a while, he can awaken and try to transform his body into a human form through mind control. The process is painful at first, as you can imagine that werewolves and humans have almost completely different body structures, the process of transformation requires the bones and muscles of the whole body to be involved in movement, those bones will be misaligned, blood vessels will be elongated, the process will be very painful, but after repeated attempts, the process becomes easier. Many werewolves are reluctant to turn back into humans, and they live comfortably here. But some werewolves will choose to revert back to their human form and return to their homeland to find their loved ones. ”

"Wait, do you mean that some of the werewolves who were cured here have returned to human society in Gilneth?"

Halfway through Belisa's words, Ares was keenly aware of the problem.

"Yes, but the werewolves who come out of here are strictly required to keep their promises and not to tell anyone else the secrets of this place. King Jean hates werewolves, and he will slaughter all werewolves at all costs, whether they are rational werewolves or irrational bloodtooth werewolves. ”

Belissa said, letting out a deep sigh. Ares can understand this feeling, and the difficulty of a stubborn old king asking him to change his mind and accept his fellow non-human beings can be imagined. You know, he wouldn't even make a seemingly reasonable request to open the Greymane Wall, let alone accept something like a werewolf.

Ares had been in contact with Jean and was deeply aware of Belisa's helplessness.

And a more serious problem is also in front of Ares, according to Belisa, the whole Gilneth has actually become a kingdom of werewolves, but their king Jean has not yet discovered it, those werewolves, maybe lurking around him, in his army, in his camp, usually look like normal people, only when the most dangerous time, they will go wild and become beasts.

It was only a matter of time before they were discovered, and Ares felt deeply uneasy and anxious about the plight of these Night Elves......