Chapter 42: The Lost Land (Part I) (Page 1/1)

On the back of the griffin, Ares barely opened his eyes, and the coalition forces on the ground had been scattered, and they fled in all directions. Luckily, the storm and snow fog confused not only the Alliance soldiers, but also the Scourge Legion. Prevents the Scourge from massively pursuing the scattered Alliance forces. In addition to relying on smell. But on a battlefield with a strong smell of blood, no matter how sensitive the sense of smell is, it is useless.

After several rounds of maneuvering to find Ares, Jean had to withdraw from the battlefield with his troops.

Darion too, the Death Knight rode the undead horse, standing in the wind and snow, his blue eyes looking into the distance, but he couldn't see through the snow.

Sylvanas retreated with tears in her eyes. She knew that with her own ability, she would not be able to find Ares on the vast battlefield, and she would not even be able to break through the Scourge Legion's defenses.

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Ares didn't know how long he had been asleep on Snow Hawk's back, but when he woke up, it was getting late. Ares found himself lying behind a huge rock, and the snow eagle surrounded him like a friend, shielding himself from the wind and snow with its thick wings and feathers. At the same time, it provides warmth. And his beloved war horse doesn't know when it will run in front of him.

In this snowy wilderness, there is no one, only a horse, a griffin to accompany him. But fortunately, he was not swallowed by the blizzard, nor was he found and killed by the Scourge Legion.

Ares knows how lucky it is.

Scattered snowflakes still fell on his head, turning his hair silvery-white.

Ares wanted to start a fire, but was not sure if the Scourge was still nearby, so he continued to stay behind the stones to recover his strength despite the cold and hunger. I didn't pay attention to it during the fierce battle, or I didn't feel it, but after the fierce battle, I calmed down and rested, only to find that I was covered in injuries. Ares felt as if a large hole had been pierced in his thigh by something hard. Although the power of the Light healed the wound, the pain remained. In addition, there was a deep cut on his arm. As a melee knight, he has been scarred over the years.

The average melee warrior in Azeroth doesn't live more than five years, and Ares understands the meaning of that phrase. This is the sadness of a chaotic time. Although fertility is strongly encouraged, children only need to grow, the orc war has almost destroyed a generation of human youth, and after two natural disasters and wars, the population of Lordaeron is actually very small, and now Lordaeron is already a republic, mainly from outside.

Looking at the snowstorm, Ares suddenly remembered Sylvanas, remembered Valeera, and remembered Gianna...... Remembering the sweet and warm times of the past. However, the timeline still moves forward. The Bronze Dragon does not send itself back in time. And the future has long been blank.

Ares is not counting on the future either. The Ember Bringer hugged him, and the Rezeb crystal glowed with a soft white light, warm and clean. Ares wrapped it in his robes so that the light of the night would not attract the attention of enemy scouts.

Alone in the dark, Ares thanked his two companions for their company, not only as their mounts, but also as their guards at this moment. The war horse was alert to the danger around him, and the snow eagle covered himself under himself despite the raging wind and snow.

In this way, Ares slept with the Ember Messenger in his arms.

In my sleep, the icy Icecrown Glacier is not far away, lying like a dark giant in the tall mountains, and countless scourge giants are guarding the dark castle with hammers in hand. It was taller than the royal city of Lordaeron and grander than the King's Fortress of Stormwind. It exists to enslave all free souls in Northrend.

In a trance, Ares felt a snowflake fall on his face, and then melt quickly into ice crystals...... The biting cold startled Ares. He sat up from the ground and found that it was already dawn. It is surrounded by a small forest with sparse trees standing on the field.

Ares wondered how many days had passed since that battle. Yes, he would love to know. But Kim Kui (war horse) could not speak. It just sat cross-legged and rested comfortably, apparently it hadn't rested well last night in order to take care of itself and act as a guard. And Azeroth's horse is a very spiritual animal, as long as the war horse rests at ease, it proves that there is no danger nearby, at least for the time being.

A few minutes later, a long griffin chirp rang out in the sky. A strong wind swept by, and the snow eagle landed smoothly. There is also a small snake in its mouth...... Not surprisingly, she threw the dead snake in front of Ares, and let out a screech of triumph. Ares knew that it was the result of her hunting, and brought her prey to her, asking her to eat it to replenish her strength.

A living snake...... A long period of military life has allowed Ares to develop a good habit of enduring hardships and not being picky eaters. But it's raw...... Without a little cooking, its flesh is still fresh, and its skin is soft......

As soon as Ares grabbed the little snake in front of him, a pungent smell of blood made him sick. Looking at the bloody little snake, Ares knew that Snow Eagle had already "processed" it for him before, and he only needed to grab it, bite off the minced meat, and swallow it in his stomach.

Ares suddenly remembered that it was normal for the tribe to eat meat raw. Orcs and humans are indeed completely different races.

The hunger prompted Ares to take the head and tail of the snake with both hands, and bite the bloody snake like a barbarian.

The silky flesh was chewed twice in his mouth and forced himself to swallow. Nausea, a feeling of nausea came instantly, clutching his throat, Ares forced himself not to vomit...... It is a precious food, a good product to replenish physical strength. The prey that the snow eagle took a lot of trouble to catch.

That was the only way to survive in this wilderness. Ares looked pained, but he finally swallowed the raw flesh. There was still scarlet blood at the corners of his mouth......

On weekdays, in the camp, in the castle, I didn't feel the difficulty of survival. At this moment, Ares felt it firsthand. How difficult it is to survive in this barren world.

As soon as he recovered a little, Ares rode back on Jinkui, and the war horse carried Ares eastward. That's where the Dragonbone Wilderness battle broke out before. Ares hoped that the Coalition forces could be found there, and that the Scourge would have no garrisons there. Of course, it's just a matter of luck......

It wasn't until the third day that he met Liadrin, an ally who had also lost her way in battle and wandered the wilderness. Liadeline's luck was slightly better, she was accompanied by a dozen blood knights, and they carried dry food with them to avoid the trouble of lack of food. Ares noticed that there was still blood stains on their armor, and needless to say, they were also separated from the army......

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