Looking at the undead on the ground, which had turned into a puddle of rotting flesh, Ares couldn't help but spit on the corpse. It's disgusting. At this moment, Ares could probably understand why the Scarlet Crusaders hated the undead so much that they even slaughtered civilians. Fear has made them lose their minds, because the big living person in front of them may tear off its disguised mask and turn into a ghoul to bite you in the next moment. Human beings live in such an environment, and with the propaganda and demagogy of their leaders, they will soon become fanatical and lose their minds.

"Ares!"

At this time, the blood-colored guard standing at the entrance of the building shouted again.

Ares leaned over, and the scene in front of him was terrifying.

More than a dozen zombies were surrounding the fallen crusaders, gnawing at their corpses, tearing open fresh flesh and guts. Obviously, the corpse possessed by the undead just now was the boss of this group of zombies and skeletons. As soon as she screamed, the undead buried in the ground and haystacks rose and pounced on the unprepared crusaders. No wonder the heart-rending screams of the blood-colored infantry sounded downstairs just now.

In an instant, four more fighters were killed. There were very few people who escaped from Stratholme, and now, there were only three Scarlet Veterans by Ares' side.

"Hurry up, jump out of the window, escape!"

Ares made a quick decision. At the moment, there really is no better way. If you go downstairs, you will only be bitten by hordes of zombies and ghouls, so you can only jump through the window and escape.

Once again, Ares and the remaining Scarlet Veterans fled the hut in a state of utter embarrassment. When he just landed, in front of him, there were groups of zombies and skeletons. This small village was originally the territory of humans, and it seems that there are many corpses that have not yet had time to be disposed of, and at this moment, these wandering undead are looking for their food.

"My God......"

Falck exclaimed, his legs and feet already limp. Ares too, but still have to run, keep running......

In the middle of the night, only the rest of the people sat down by an unknown river. Replenishes energy while also replenishing hydration. Now, they must have gotten lost. I didn't follow the original path, and I don't know where I'm now. It is surrounded by dark meadows and woods. A full moon hangs in the sky. The moon in Azeroth was so large that it took up almost half of the sky, and the moonlight was so bright that you could see everything around you almost without a torch, and of course, you wouldn't be able to see it if it was too far away.

Falck and another Scarlet veteran went to the river to fetch water and fill their own water bags. Ares sat on the lawn, in a daze.

It's like having a nightmare by crossing over to the present. Azeroth is too dangerous, with undead and zombies everywhere, and a plague that spreads throughout the northern continent. Looking at the quietly flowing river, Ares even imagined that when he went to fetch water, would a fish-man suddenly jump out of the river and bite his head......

Of course, the fish-people haven't seen it yet, and even if they do, they are probably turned into food for the Scourge Legion by the Lich King......

"Captain, water."

Falk ran up from the river and handed the water bag full of water to Ares. Raw water ...... Completely uncooked and unsterilized water...... In the past, Ares promised that he would never drink it, but now, not to mention pure water around, it is good to have unpolluted water.

Taking the water bag from the soldier, Ares grunted to his heart's content. I've never been so thirsty in my life......

"Where are we now?"

Several veterans lay exhausted on the lawn by the river, drowsy. Ares and Falck opened the map and studied it.

You can't get lost, and if you get lost, you won't have food, and soon a few people will starve to death in this wilderness.

"Lake Porami, I guess. The river is supposed to flow to Lake Poramy. ”

Falck said, pointing to the map of Zouba. The moonlight can roughly illuminate the logo on the map, although it is not very clear.

"We've been on the outskirts of Stratholme for a long time."

Ares was a little frustrated, he was on the right path at the beginning, but he ran back in the direction of Stratholme after fleeing just now, so he and the Scarlet Veterans turned in place.

"We have to find something to eat, I was going to get there in seven days, but now it seems that there is not enough, and the little dry food we have on us is not enough."

Once he had roughly determined his bearings, Ares began to look for food. It's not like in the game, where the villain can run without rest, here, people have to eat, they have to rest, and they have basic physiological needs......

"...... Ares"

Just then, just as Ares turned to go to the woods to forage for food, Falk nervously dragged him down.

"What?"

Ares was a little confused.

"Look at the river."

Looking in the direction Falck was pointing, Ares also noticed that the originally calm river suddenly fluctuated. It's not a friendly phenomenon.

Falck lay on his stomach on the ground, his ears pressed to the ground, listening to the movement of the earth.

"An army, yes, I promise, an army with beasts, it moves a lot."

Falk said, his face turning ugly. The ghost knows if there will be a huge army of the undead here, if it is, then today he and these three veterans are undoubtedly in a catastrophe. Ares knew that he was not Uther, nor was he Tirio, who had a weapon against the sky like the Ember Bringer, and under normal combat, it was the limit for one person to deal with ten undead.

"Brothers, draw your weapons and get ready to fight!"

Ares shouted.

Once again, there was an uneasy breath in the air. Ma Dan, such bad luck, the undead army has appeared again and again, this is not to my death! Ares cursed inwardly.

However, the next moment, what appeared in front of everyone was not the army of the undead. By the light of the moon, Ares and Falk could vaguely see the silhouette of the group of soldiers. It was the silhouette of a war horse, and soldiers in armor. Yes, that's a human army.

There is no endless road, and Ares is so grateful that he tears up at this moment. There is an army of men, there must be food, and they are saved.

"Oh my God, are you the same team that attacked Stratholme?"

The leading human officer jumped off his horse and walked over to Ares and the remaining three Scarlet Crusader veterans with a look of delight.

It was a middle-aged man, his hands and forehead were heavily bandaged, and the wound was a solidified blood-red. Apparently, he was left behind by an injury not long ago.

"Yes, Knight Ares, this is my men, Falck, Olis, Pinos, and Hybre."

With some doubts and some doubts, Ares walked over to the middle-aged officer.