Everyone seemed happy, no matter where they came from, laughing at the jokes they had heard for a long time, the charcoal that was about to overflow in the brazier drove away the cold, the juices and the large plates of food that seemed to never be eaten were constantly served, and for a moment Clement really thought he was back in the good old days. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She soon came to her senses, and everything in front of her was only a temporary respite, and after tomorrow, they still had to survive in a cruel world.

Although these activities had nothing to do with Valentine's Day at all, at least the eldest lady's purpose was achieved, the soldiers were rested, and the apparent antagonism between the Abbey and the Hearthvale faded, and a warrior came up to her and whispered a few words, and Clement frowned, she couldn't find Loria again, her eldest lady was like that, she would act as soon as she thought of something, and although she had a great ability to act and focus, she would also leave everyone else and everything aside.

How will the humans of the South, Stormwind, spend this holiday? She sighed and turned to leave the room, which was overflowing with warmth and joy, and she had to continue her rounds, and the more everyone was relaxed, the more nervous she became, so she went into the darkness.

……

When the carriage came to the wide ravine that stretched in the middle of the island, Loria was very considerate to let the kind old man go, and although she did not think that there would be much danger ahead, it was better not to involve ordinary people who had no resistance to take the risk.

The bear monster muttered after her, crawling reluctantly across the ravine, apparently doubting her personal abilities, which she had long since stopped caring, and anyway, her appearance would always make strangers greatly underestimate her danger.

Loria took out the scouts' ever-improving map and compared it carefully, they encountered the ursa farther north, which interrupted their exploration, and judging by the bear's description, her scouts appeared to have encountered the 'bad' ursa tribe to the northwest.

"Hey, stop muttering, run, get to the demon's colony before dawn."

Najib grabbed the bear's head, which was too slender compared to its muscular body, and though he still had many doubts, he reluctantly ran to the front, staggered out of his legs, and strode forward.

The surroundings were getting darker and darker, and if he hadn't stepped into the land he was familiar with, the bear monster running in the darkness would have tripped over him, and he was surprised that the young elf who was following behind him had not made a sound from beginning to end, but had just quietly followed him.

Loria seemed more relaxed than the gasping and carefully path-finding bear, and she even had room to think about where to find a mount - the big fox was becoming more and more disobedient, and the animals in general didn't like her, and this inexplicable dislike became more and more obvious after she became a vampire, should she go south to Booty Bay to buy a goblin bike, or simply go to Tirisfal to catch a bat or something?

Although the undead warhorses look powerful, if you ride them, you may be killed by your own people, after all, as a dignified vampire, why do you want to run by yourself like a silly bear monster? Even riding a bat is humiliating, not to mention the weird and seepable appearance of those bats, shouldn't a vampire turn into a cute little bat and wander around?

The bear monster suddenly stopped at the top of a small hill, and Loria, who was distracted, almost bumped into him, only to see him point to the shadow in the darkness far below the hill and say, "Home."

This time, Loria understood the monster perfectly, and as she looked in the direction he was pointing, she saw in the distance a massive wooden structure covered by a large hole that led to the ground, with many wooden fences on the perimeter.

She took out her compass and map, carefully marked it 'Silly Big Bear's Home', and asked where the bear monster demon was.

"It's time to walk due north for two meals from here, and then you see a withered wood."

It took Loria a long time to understand what the bear monster was talking about, what the hell was the distance between the two meals? Half a day? Or is it the time to eat two meals?

"You, go home, I'll get rid of those demons."

"Elf, unreliable, but you can't leave the people who help, the bear-man warriors also go, you wait, I'll report to my father."

"As you like" Loria pursed her lips and threw down the stupid bear monster, and left straight in the direction he pointed to the demon, she didn't care about the ancient covenant between the elves and the bear monsters, after all, she had nothing to do with the elves at all, and the reason why she agreed to help was only because of the hunger for magic.

As for the other request from the fur to reconcile the tribal strife, she pretended not to understand from the beginning.

……

Pink Fur ran with all her strength no slower than the chestnut pony at the East Valley lumberyards, not that she could spread her hooves and run wildly without her image, but because she could go straight ahead regardless of the terrain, and the vampire's seemingly endless physical strength at night made her not even need to stop and rest, and the slightest breath sometimes made her suspect that she was dead.

It took longer than two meals, but it wasn't even more than half a day, the dawn sky was a juggling of darkness and the sun that was about to bloom, and she walked through a large withered wood, and she did see strange and familiar creatures - yes, demons, but strange humanoid creatures mixed in, and it didn't take much thought for her to understand that they were fallen Night Elves.

Despite their terrifying appearances, the scattered demons made Loria feel discordant—like the orcs she had seen in the detention center, and they seemed to have lost contact with the legion and wandered aimlessly in a fixed area.

One hundred, one hundred, one hundred and thirteen, Loria lurked on the periphery, carefully changing the position of hiding, while estimating the number of demons, there was no trace of the big demons, but the number was huge, she decided to observe again, if the situation was not right, she would retreat temporarily, but those weak demons just scurried around without a brain.

She suddenly wondered how they survived...... Could it be the magic that devours void creatures like her?

It's hard to believe that these demons are really remnants of the ancient wars?

A hellhound approached her hiding place blankly.

It doesn't matter...... Loria clenched her dagger tightly, the frost covering the blade of the sword with her fingers...... She knew them all too well, and she had fought them for countless nights, all their kinds, all their weaknesses were etched in her body, and she could naturally hit the nail on the head without even thinking about it.

She may not have as much arcane knowledge as a senior magic apprentice, but when it comes to hunting and slaughtering demons, how many people in the world can compare to her?

Loria smiled at the Hellhound, who was once the leader of the Council of Tirisfar. (To be continued.) )