Suddenly I felt a little awkward, a little boring, a little lost, a little sentimental, and I felt the urge to scold and get angry.

Am I having trouble idle? Or is it self-inflicted?

Sitting at the highest point of the ruins of Lordaeron, it was like this for a peaceful evening. There was no insect chirping, no piano sound, no rustling of animal action, only the gentle stroke of the wind as it blew across the cheeks and the whispers of the wind as it scraped over the ears. The eastern sky changed from pitch black to a faint red, and the dark red gradually increased, and slowly the eastern sky became brighter and brighter, and when I could see the buildings in the city, the east changed from dark red to white.

If it had been before, maybe I would have really expressed a little emotion about it, and even felt happy that I had a new day. But at this time, I was not only completely insensitive, but a little disgusted, and it was not interesting at all!

Getting up from the ground and stretching, I made my final decision.

It was already dawn when I rode out of Lordaeron, and the guards at the gate looked at me and did not hinder me in any way, they did not even ask me what I was going to do, and I left the city as if I had not existed at all. Originally, there was a bit of anger in it, but when I walked out of this place, I suddenly felt an indescribable anger.

I'm used to mentally giving reasonable explanations for someone's behavior, such as why she did this to me, extrapolating and speculating whether it would be a different outcome if I waited a little longer, and so on. But at this time, this thought did not serve any more comforting purpose than to make me feel more disgusted and irritable. I was even ashamed of this self-soothing act of mine.

I began to gallop my horse, and I whipped the horse's butt so hard that the whip crackled, but I still felt that I was not running fast enough, far enough. I tried to get rid of my inner displeasure with enough speed, or if I ran fast enough to get rid of those troubles, the troubles couldn't catch up with me.

I had been running along the westward road all morning, and the hollow eye sockets of the horses under my crotch shone with a faint blue light, and the horses did not have to sweat so that they could not see any fatigue, and the burning sensation of irritability on my back from jumping off the horse was like a shadow, and the irritability that followed me made me roar, and it seemed that running could not dispel my sorrows.

If you continue to walk on, you will probably leave the Tirisfa region. That's it! Then get out of here, everything has nothing to do with me, I don't want to worry about those idle things, and the stupidity of making trouble for myself can be over.

I walked along the road, and after three days I crossed the border of the kingdom of Lordaeron, and the last time I met a guy named Sade here, but this time I revisited the castle and walked around the manor and found no trace of him, and even traces of the castle have been a long time ago, and I checked carefully in the place where we fought at that time and found that he has indeed been away from here for a long time.

That guy is a capable guy, he doesn't talk much but is reliable, and the world lacks reliable guys.

Walking slowly down the road to Gilneis, I kept looking around, and the white poop on the side of the road told me that there were quite a lot of canines here.

Honestly, I'd love to run into a few werewolves to make me happy, and now I'm desperate to find something that doesn't look good or something I don't like to see. In the evening I lit the bonfire very generously, and the wood made a slight beeping sound in the flames, and I pricked up my ears to listen to everything around me. I'm building a fire not far from a pile of dung, and if werewolves patrol their territory, tonight might be what I'd like.

The moon rose overhead, but the light of the moon tonight was not enough to see in front of the campfire, and I touched the battle-hardened hammer head, picked up a small stone from the ground, and scraped it on the blade of the hammer head. Each blade has been smoothed by countless collisions. This small stone can't make it sharper, and I know that it will be more lethal when it gets sharper, but it will also become less durable.

This way of passing the time is actually the best way to pass the time, and I'm not talking nonsense, I don't know how necessary it is to find something to do in this situation if I have not experienced the days when I have to spend the night in the dark. Some people like to carve handicrafts, some people like to fiddle with some handles, and some people like to chat nonsense. I'm not in the mood to do those things right now, waiting for something to happen tonight and that's the only thing interesting.

When the wind sent a slight footstep into my ears, I looked up at the darkness in front of me. The footsteps disappeared just as I looked up, and my eyes searched for the two spots of light in the darkness, but the werewolf clearly saw me looking at him, and he hid the light from his eyes.

I threw the pebble forward, and it hit the tree and bounced off the grass and fell into the grass. Then I just looked ahead, and I couldn't find the guy in the dark, but I knew he was still there watching me.

I knocked the hammer on the ground, and I smashed the soft ground, and the guy seemed to be waiting for his chance, but he probably didn't expect me to spot him so easily.

I stood up and threw the firewood next to me into the fire, then pulled out a thicker piece of firewood and held it up in my hand. With firewood in one hand and a warhammer in the other, I walked into the darkness.

"I know you're there, and I know you're watching me." I said to myself. "I know you understand what I'm saying."

"I'm in your territory, right?" I said, "When you find an intruder, are you going to kill him simply, or are you going to have dinner with him?" "I raised the firewood in my hand a little higher, there was no oil or combustibles on the firewood, so the flame from the red firewood was not large, but it was enough to illuminate the two-meter range.

My eyes finally couldn't find those eyes, but it didn't matter, I didn't believe that a distance of more than three or four meters could go from starting to pounce in front of me in less than a second, if it was an adult cat, I guess there was a chance, but as a large canine with this kind of activation power is still very rare. And I know he's at least four meters away from me.

"Will you come out on your own, or will I get you out?" I shook the hammer in my hand slightly.

The other side was still not moving, and when I saw this, I stretched the firewood in my hand towards the bushes on the side, and in a few seconds the bushes burst into flames, and then ignited the dry dead branches around it. The flames began to spread, and I took two steps back to let the flames continue to spread, and the flames that gradually burned brighter more of the darkness.

When a hunched body is illuminated by the flames, I also see the eyes that reflect the green light of the flames. A huge body was crouching in front of me six or seven meters from the side, and he was ready to pull out his legs and eject.

"I see you, little wolf cub." I raised my chin at him.

He slowly stood up after seeing my movements, he was quite tall, and he was definitely three or four heads taller than me anyway.

"Come and talk? Or do you want to fight first? "I said it very lightly.

He tilted his head, and those eyes just stared at me, and he walked towards me after two seconds of staring at me. What surprised me the most was that as he walked past the flames, a whirlwind blew around him and pushed the fire in both directions. I frowned and watched him just walk towards me. I suddenly realized that it was a bit of a mishap, and it was unwise to turn around and walk to a place where there was no flame and leave my back to the other party for a short time, but if I faced him with the act of retreating, this kind of behavior would probably be a sign of timidity in the eyes of the other party.

After a short struggle, I chose to stand still.

He was standing less than two meters away from me, he was tall and his arms were so long that he could reach me very easily when he stretched out his hand.

"You understand what I'm saying, can you?" I say.

He tilted his head slightly, the white hair on his body was very long, but black was the main color of his body, his face was black, but the huge white fangs were very eye-catching on his face. "You're the one I've ever seen...... The first ...... No ...... who was scared to pee Person. "He was able to speak.

"What is the result of a person who is scared to pee?" I asked.

"I don't know if your meat tastes better or firmer than theirs." He said.

"Eat them?" I snorted, "But there haven't been any living people here for years, what are you eating?" Is it a dried corpse? Yes...... Will dried corpses also be scared to pee? ”

"You're good at talking nonsense." He said.

"I'm just looking for something to talk to or something exciting." I say. "Of course, if something happens...... I'm still happy to. ”

"You want to die so much?"

"yes." I said, "But...... In the end, it is impossible to say who will die. ”

"Are you alive?"

"What do you think?" I say.

"You're a funny guy, and bringing you back may bring a little fun to a boring life, and you won't get double the pleasure of just eating it." He said.

"Looks like you've figured out how to torture me, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his huge right paw, and I flashed to the side and back, poking the wood with the coals in my hand into his arm.

He still has a lot of strength. The hard muscles and strong skin directly smashed the already charred firewood. He then grabbed me with another claw, and I raised my hammer as I ducked back. As soon as he reaches out to me again, I will tell him what it feels like to have a swollen finger.

But instead of reaching out to me, the guy lunged straight at me, his mouth wide open and bigger than the orc's mouth. I didn't really want to get into a hand-to-hand fight with him, so I ducked back and slammed into his white, sharp fangs.

Even if he survives from me, he will probably only have one fang.

I said it.