In just three years, the mighty Lordaeron who had tried to unify the nations of mankind had disappeared from the land, and perhaps one day in the future, the bard would pay homage to the remains of this once behemoth and leave behind an epic poem lamenting the impermanence of the world, but so what?

Lordaeron is a thing of the past. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The resolute Kalia replaces the gentle Taressa, and from now on, the Forsaken no longer huddles themselves in the corner of Hillsbrad, but decisively pokes out their tentacles, ready to take revenge on Arthas.

At the end of the song, the city of Lordaeron was deserted once again, the living were dismissed, and the once glorious city was now the domain of the dead—the complex and dark sewers of Lordaeron had been transformed into a massive military fortress, named the Undercity by Kalia.

Khadgar and Sylvanas' trip to Lordaeron was rather heavy, and the two were not in a good mood, and it was clear that Varian's idea of "blind date diplomacy" had failed, and the two did not have some associations because of the wedding.

The Lord of Sarufar, on the other hand, had little sense of prosperity and decay - for orcs, strength and decline were often more abrupt than anything Lordaeron had come from, and he cared that the alliance had little power in the northern part of the Eastern Kingdom.

And for everything about Lordaeron, the most emotional is actually Kael'thas .

As a long-lived High Elf, Kael'thas did not face Lordaeron with a condescending attitude, but frowned the whole time and quietly observed everything.

Kael'thas is not one of those people who eats and waits to die, the High Elf prince who has spent most of his life in Dalaran has a special understanding of humanity.

No High Elf knew better than Kael'thas what kind of existence Lordaeron was, and such a huge empire completely disappeared into the long river of history just because of a war, which naturally sounded the alarm for Kael'thas.

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Of course, none of this means anything to some people – at least for Liam now.

The Black Forest of Gilneth is full of tall coniferous and broad-leaved trees, and the lush trees shade the sky and the sun, and when it rains, there is no light at all in the woods, even during the day, it is exactly the same as at night.

Unlike in the game, the Black Forest is a pretty big part of Azeroth, and Liam has been there for a week.

No one knows better than Liam what the Black Forest night means.

Under Jean's constant tax increases, at least thirty percent of the residents of Gilnes spontaneously entered the dark forest that night.

At this moment, Liam still didn't know how to deal with these poor people.

But the brave prince was still deep into the forest.

Liam didn't know how these werewolves appeared, but he knew very well that although these werewolves lacked reason, they had a leader, and what Liam was really wary of was what the purpose of this leader was.

Is it simply a rebellion against Gilness, or is there something else to consider.

It's a pity that Liam can't think about it carefully, once he starts to think about it, his blood will become hot and even boiling, and only by following his instincts can this pain be alleviated, so along the way, Liam has to give up a lot of inherent human attributes.

Liam stopped eating cooked food, he landed on all fours, and even began to howl - these wild movements helped him maintain his rare sanity, and relieved some of the pain.

Even so, the terrible pain continued to eat away at Liam, making the prince clench his fists at all times.

As he progressed deeper, Liam encountered more and more werewolves, who were irrational and went on a rampage, attacking all races in the forest except werewolves, from voles and hares to grizzly bears and boars.

And Liam, perhaps because he was considered of his own kind, was not attacked.

But out of an abundance of caution, Liam managed to keep stealth—even though the pain was excruciating, and the blood seemed to be burning.

It was difficult to discern direction in the Black Forest, and if it weren't for the compass still working, Liam would have thought he was spinning in circles.

Finally, on the ninth day, Liam made a new discovery.

At that time, Liam had just killed a rabbit and was cutting the rabbit's flesh bit by bit with a knife, when a terrible howl came from the depths of the Black Forest.

With this howl, Liam even felt his blood boiling.

Instinct tells Liam that the one who made this howl is the source of the werewolf bloodline!

Liam put down the bloody rabbit and ran in the direction of the howl.

Perhaps due to the werewolf infection, Liam was able to run and jump faster and more agile than before, even when he was not in his werewolf state.

Soon, Liam arrived at the scene of the incident.

A group of werewolves are frantically biting at each other, and the object of the battle appears to be a huge pool - a pool full of ash and unidentified liquid.

Liam wanted to get closer, and then he found that the closer he was to the pool, the more hostile the werewolves around him became.

Moreover, Liam found that the blood in his body began to boil as well.

That's scary!

Gritting his teeth, Liam bent down and drew his short knife and musket from his waist—and after thinking about it, he put away the musket and joined the battle with a howl.

Liam landed on all fours, his muscles began to swell, his teeth gradually lengthened, his eyes began to round, his pupils widened, and his mouth opened unconsciously.

The power of the bloodline is constantly turning Liam into a wolf, and Liam imitates the wolf to minimize the pain of resisting this change.

Even though Liam had done his best to resemble a wolf, the blood in his body was gradually getting hotter and faster.

Quick!

With his long fingernails clenching the dagger in his front paws, Liam captures the horrors of a battle thief in a group fight.

How could these werewolves, who had lost their minds, be Liam's opponents.

Rush left and right, sweep and cut.

Soon, the werewolves were eliminated by Liam.

Then Liam came to the edge of the gray pool.

The calm waters of the pond are calm, reflecting a face full of wildness.