Port Twilight, the last stronghold of King Gilneth and his army. Ares' patrol guards brought Ares and his party here, and met the old king in the makeshift command post in the camp. It is assumed that King Jean must have been in his seventies by this time, but to Ares' surprise, the stubborn king still looked old and strong, and apart from a slightly hunched body, he was in good spirits and health.

His muscles were as hard as stone, and his beard was as strong as a dwarf. The tiger's back still looks strong, and there is a fighting nation demeanor, which is typical of Gilneis. They wrestle the toughest forest beasts, the fiercest storms of the sea, and even the bloodthirsty orcs alone.

It was here that Ares learned that the werewolf curse in Gilneth was much more terrible than he had imagined. It spreads not only within the borders of Gilnehs, but even beyond the walls of Greymane, this terrible curse spreads.

The people here, once bitten by those ferocious giant wolves, will soon become new werewolves, lose their humanity, and become one of them. After becoming werewolves, they could no longer transform back into human form, and gradually lost all of their memories of being human. Become like a wild beast, bloodthirsty and cruel.

When the curse of the werewolves spread to a certain extent, and the kingdom could not guarantee the safety of the people, Lord Crowley and King Jean disagreed over whether to open the wall of Greymane and ask for outside support.

In the end, the lord of Crowley, unable to convince Jean, could not bear it anymore and launched a mutiny, and the kingdom of Gilneth fell into civil war. The civil war was fierce, with countless Gilnesians killed and wounded. In the end, Lord Crowley was defeated by the King's Guard, led by Jean himself, and imprisoned.

However, just when the civil war had just subsided, the crazy druid, the head wolf Lelar, took advantage of the civil strife in the Kingdom of Gilneth and the huge consumption of national strength, and led a team known as the "Bloodtooth Werewolf" to march towards the capital of the Kingdom of Gilness. Under the frantic attack of the bloodfang werewolves, the Gilneys were routed, the capital fell, and King Jean had to retreat here with his defeated army - Twilight Harbor.

And it wasn't long ago that the stubborn old king Jean finally agreed to release Lord Crowley from prison to fight the werewolf crisis together. This is the scene when Ares and Gianna first entered the forest, and the hunters were the men of the diplomatic lord Crolley.

Gianna...... The last time I saw you, it was at King Terenus's celebration for the baptism of paladins for his precious son Arthas, when you were a passionate girl, and in the blink of an eye, you have grown into an elegant and generous mature woman, the archmage of Dalaran, and even the leader of a group of commoners and mages. And the traitor Arthas has embarked on a sinful and dark end. ”

In the camp's makeshift tent, the old king Jean drank hot wine and talked to Gianna. It's like they're reminiscing about a bygone history, a sad past. The old king Jean's ravine-snarled face is full of the vicissitudes of time, he has witnessed the tragic situation of the alliance during the orc war, and also participated in the bloody orc war, and later witnessed the fall of the paladin Arthas, facing a large number of natural disaster legions, living until now, there are very few people who can have such rich experience, Jean is one.

"King Jean, don't mention the Dark Knight again, I, like you, witnessed this catastrophe and don't want to remember it again. Let those once beautiful pictures be buried in our hearts and no longer be revealed. ”

Gianna said, her eyes showing a bit of perseverance and determination. It was the coldness that followed the painful decision. Uncompromising and declared war on fate.

"Gianna, in some ways, we are very similar, you are not willing to accept the arrangement of fate, lead the surviving people, continue to fight against natural disasters, against darkness, I admire your courage and ability, just like your father, who spent his life at sea, but was never defeated by the sea, even the most ferocious storms, fearless. That's what you do. I can grant you your offer, but until then, you must help me drive the blood-toothed werewolves out of Gilneth's land. Cleanse this damn werewolf curse. ”

Jean said, casting a trusting look at Gianna. At the same time, he also set his eyes on Ares, who was sitting on the side. After all, Gianna came with him.

"What about your opinion? Great Lord? ”

The old king turned and asked.

"No problem, but only if you have to bring us to your core military council so that we can have the exact information of the organization known as the Bloodfang Werewolves."

Faced with the old king's questioning gaze, Ares replied with an oath. Gianna sat on the sidelines, agreeing with the statement.

"Yes, I can promise you that. Well, the Great Lord. Forget it, I'll call you by your name, Ares, how many men do you plan to bring with us to attack the city, I see that there are less than a dozen of your men. ”

Perhaps because of Ares' age, Jean got impatient after calling the Great Lord a few times, and directly called Ares' real name. He glanced at the group of warriors behind Ares, one by one, like peasants entering the city, looking around, studying the weapons and equipment of Gilneth's army. Contempt and disdain were written on his face.

"If you don't bring anyone, just me and Gianna, the two of us, will help you retake the capital."

Sitting across from Jean, Ares replied calmly.

However, in the next second, the old king Jean laughed directly.

"Is it up to you? Youngster? I believe in Gianna's ability, her spells can defeat a hundred werewolves, but you, can't. ”

Jean's laughter, regardless of his image, made Crowley on the side look very embarrassed. This conceited old guy has always believed that only the strongest warriors can fight werewolves. And Ares's age, in his opinion, is indeed too young. Younger than his son.

"Your Majesty, there is one thing you may not know, Ares is not an ordinary lord, he is the paladin Alexandrodes. Mograine's successor and the current owner of the Ember Bringer. ”

Just as Jean opened his mouth to laugh wildly, Gianna interrupted Jean's rude ridicule with extremely elegant etiquette.

"Knights of the Silver Hand, I know, I witnessed its birth, a group of paladins of faith, but what is the use? Uther is dead, paladins are alive on the continent, my bullets have killed countless zombies and gargoyles, and the so-called paladins are hiding in castles, working as doctors and nurses. Don't tell me anything about the Ember Bringer, that's just a legend, and I don't believe anyone can single-handedly march into the army of the dead with a sword in hand, and then return unscathed. Unless you let me see its legend with my own eyes. ”

Just after Gianna had finished explaining, Jean wiped the wine stains from his mouth and returned with a loud roar.