Hearing this, Cheng Xiaotian's face turned pale with shock.

The Kingdom of Gilneth has a population of about 400,000, of which more than 100,000 people live within the walls of Greymane, if they all become werewolves, it will be an army of more than 100,000 monsters, not including the inhabitants outside the walls.

"How many of you ran out?" Cheng Xiaotian asked astringently.

The refugees looked at each other, who can answer this question?

After a moment, a robed magician replied uncertainly, "According to my judgment, there are only about 50,000 people left here...... The werewolf army behind is still chasing and killing, and when they reach the Arathi Basin, I'm afraid there won't even be 10,000 people left. ”

These words cut everyone's hearts like a knife, and everyone was silent, but what could they do? Most of them are just ordinary farmers and craftsmen, scattered everywhere, and they can't be gathered together at all, how can they fight against the werewolf army? And this battle is completely asymmetrical, as long as the refugees are injured a little, they will quickly turn into werewolves and join the hostile camp, such a battle cannot be fought at all.

Cheng Xiaotian frowned into the word "Sichuan" under the gaze of the people, and after a while, he finally made up his mind.

"We can't run away anymore, we have to fight back." Cheng Xiaotian said categorically: "Go back, treat your relatives, harvest the crops in the field, and then go to the Arashi Basin with enough household goods and food, otherwise, most of the people will have to die on the road, and the remaining survivors will not be able to survive this winter because of lack of food."

"But...... Your Lord, the pursuers are all mad wolves and werewolves, and if you fight them, we will all be infected! The mage hurriedly shouted.

Cheng Xiaotian looked at the refugees and said loudly: "Don't be afraid of that curse, just a few days ago, we just cured a werewolf patient in a village, the medicine is very simple, this forest is everywhere."

With that, Cheng Xiaotian raised his hand and pointed to a sequoia tree that could be seen everywhere in an unbelievable uproar.

Since then, the werewolf plague that had plagued Azeroth for thousands of years has ended, and this terrible curse has been easily unraveled and made insignificant.

"Are you sure you're not joking, sir?" The refugees couldn't believe their ears, they were regarded as a terminal illness by the mainland, and even those who were helpless by the great powers of the moon curse, the way to break it was so simple?!

"I trust my lord." The mage said firmly, "I have fought with Lord Lord in the Valley of Beira, and he is not a man of nonsense."

This mage seems to be quite prestigious, and many refugees have him at their core, and when they hear his words, everyone immediately gets excited. Many of their families have become werewolves, if only they could be cured......

"Great Lord, what do you say, we are willing to follow you!" The refugees were swept away in frustration and surrounded Cheng Xiaotian to show their loyalty.

Cheng Xiaotian looked back at the terrain and ordered, "Have you seen that valley?" Now everyone is in action, cutting down all the trees at the bottom of the valley and forming a line of defense with the logs that have been felled. Refugees coming from the other side of the line tried to persuade them to stay and join our team. ”

After the task was arranged, everyone immediately began to act, rushed to the bottom of the valley and began to cut down trees with the tools they carried with them. The enemy is not far away, and every second must be counted, and the refugees, men, women, and children, are in full swing.

They all live in this forest, and they are experts at cutting down trees, and they cleared the site very quickly, and in a short time they cut a clearing area one kilometer wide.

Panicked refugees poured in, attracted by their actions, stopped, and after asking what had happened, most of them chose to stay and join the logging army.

The number of people is increasing, the speed of logging is getting faster and faster, and the cut trees are dragged up the high slope to the south one by one, and by three o'clock in the afternoon, they have been piled up into a three-meter-high defensive line. At this time, there was a wolf howl from the north, and there were almost no refugees coming, Cheng Xiaotian hurriedly recalled everyone and lurked behind the defense line.

The pursuing werewolf army is finally coming.

The valley is lined with gentle slopes on both sides, and the trees have been cut down, clearing a clearing about 300 meters wide, and the view is unobstructed, with tens of thousands of Gilneth refugees lying in ambush behind the defensive line, nervously watching the opposite side.

Cheng Xiaotian stood alone on the defensive line, calmly looked at the north, and shouted loudly: "The enemy is far less powerful than you imagined, don't be afraid, prepare your weapons, listen to my command, I will always stand in front of you."

Looking at the lonely figure standing at the forefront, the refugees' original nervousness gradually relaxed, and they began to look for all the tools that could be used as weapons and prepare for battle.

"My lord, it's an honor to be with you again." The mage crouched at Cheng Xiaotian's feet and said excitedly: "My name is Filmore, if I die in battle, I hope that my bones can be buried in the cemetery in the Bella Valley, I like that place."

Cheng Xiaotian did not hesitate at all when he heard this, and nodded his head slightly, and an irrepressible joy appeared on Filmer's face. The Bella Valley cemetery is full of heroes, and it is a great honor for him, an unknown little mage, to be buried there.

No one spoke, and tens of thousands of people were silent, staring closely at the forest across the valley, where the howl of wolves was getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, several figures crawled out of the woods to the north, unstable on their footing, and rolled towards the bottom of the valley.

It appeared to be a family of four, with an adult man with a toddler in his arms and a half-grown girl by his side, and the three of them rolled down the slope and fell into dust. Behind them, at the edge of the forest at the top of the slope, stood a woman in a coarse cloth dress, who watched her family cry loudly, but did not follow.

The refugees were shocked and immediately stood up in a row of people waving vigorously over there and shouting, "Come here!"

The woman howled loudly, shook her head vigorously, and instead of going over, she staggered back a few steps. Her gait was unsteady and she was obviously unable to use one leg, which should have been injured.

The shouting refugees suddenly widened their eyes, and their faces began to look frightened, only to see that behind the woman, a dense number of wolves rushed over like a mudslide across the border, and in the blink of an eye, they were about to drown the woman.

Cheng Xiaotian's body moved, shot like an arrow, and just flew to the middle of the valley, he suddenly changed direction in the air and fell vertically downward. There was a crow chirping from the opposite side, and before the woman could react, she felt that her shoulders were tight, and she had been caught and carried into the air, and countless vicious wolves pounced behind her.

At the last moment, Lan Yu came.

He glided south along with the wolves, and when he approached the valley, he happened to see the lone woman, and brought the person back with his "claws". He had just arrived in the middle of the valley, and Cheng Xiaotian flew up below, and two sword lights came out together, taking two children with him.

Only a few seconds passed, and Cheng Xiaotian and Lan Yu flew back and landed on the log defense line, throwing one big, two and three people behind the defense line. On the slope ahead, the man was climbing up on his hands and feet.

On the other side of the valley, the wolves did not attack immediately, they rushed out of the forest and stopped, lined up in a horizontal line, and looked indifferently to the south. The wolves behind continued to pack, and the colony gradually became denser, stretching into the depths of the forest, and it was impossible to count. (To be continued.) )