At night, the defenders had sent someone to inform King Jean that the Lordaeron coalition had helped them lift the Cathedral of the Dawn of Light, and that werewolves were no longer a threat, but it was impossible to hear from King Jean for a while.

The situation that had calmed down for the time being became tense again, and many of the injured turned into werewolves at night, going berserk, and instantly denied their relatives.

"Lord Cabolon, many of the wounded suddenly turned into werewolves and tried to attack the defenders around them, but they were quickly beaten by the paladins and tied to death on the pillar." Garinde Charon came to say: "There are many ways to go on like this, the werewolf curse is spread through wounds, and our people will also be in danger of being eroded by the werewolf curse." ”

"Don't worry, it'll be fine soon." Patrick had a cauldron in front of him, boiling a special potion, and he couldn't find the moonlit grass here, so he had to think of another way.

Patrick is not only the special director of Quel'Thalas, but also the top alchemist of Quel'Thalas, and the Cabolon family is a family specializing in alchemy.

In order to deal with the werewolf curse, Patrick specially made a calming potion, and also added special herbs to relieve the curse, and most importantly, Patrick injected the spell that suppressed the werewolf curse into the mana dust, and then mixed the mana dust into the potion and gave them to drink, so that they could suppress the negative state caused by the werewolf's transformation.

Although they can't touch the curse of the werewolf yet, it is already the best way to bring them back to their senses, at least they will not start indiscriminate attacks after turning into werewolves, and turn others into werewolves.

After a simple night, although the immortal-level Patrick didn't have to rest, but the soldiers under his command still wanted it, and after the calming potion was given to the wounded and werewolves, Patrick obviously felt that the soldiers of the High Elves and Lordaeron breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that they had almost unconditional trust in themselves.

"Ahem...... cough ......" Darius coughed up a mouthful of dirty blood and sat up from the bed: "I...... I'm not even dead. ”

Darius looked at the bandages on his chest and back, and the traces of holy light that filled the room, and he knew very well that he was saved.

As soon as he woke up, a guard walked in from outside: "My lord." Seeing Darius awake, the guards were so happy that tears were left in their eyes.

"The church is kept?" Darius didn't dare to imagine: "It's those troops from outside?" ”

"Hmm." The guard touched a handful of tears: "It's the combined forces of the High Elves and Lordaeron, who call themselves the Arcane Covenant of Azeroth. ”

"Their people received word that a werewolf was causing trouble in the Silver Pine Forest, so they ran in to find out, and they killed the wolf, and we were saved."

"Lordaeron?" Darius's expression changed several times, and it was incredible that the kingdom of Lordaeron was there, and continued to come together with the High Elves. "Do they have a way to lift the werewolf curse?"

"That's right." When the guards heard this, they immediately went out, and then came in with a bowl of potion: "The High Elf master made it, it can eliminate the berserk influence of werewolves, and we won't become like those beasts anymore." Although it can't lift the curse, this potion can restore us to a normal state of sanity. ”

We? Darius muttered to him when he heard the word, he also knew that he had been injured by a werewolf in battle, and he was sure that he had been infected with the werewolf curse

Darius drank the potion in one gulp: "Take me to the High Elves." ”

……

Eastern Kingdom, the Allied side.

Varian had already signed the order to attack, led by Stormwind, and the dwarves and gnomes of Ironforge sent troops at the same time to march on the Northeron Heights.

The Second Legion of the Alliance, led by the Grand Duke of Vortagen, is composed of Berval's descendants, plus the Dwarven Iron Hammer Legion, the Gnome Mechanized Armored Force, and part of the Navy of the Seventh Legion, for a total of 65,000 troops.

The combined forces of the Dwarves and Gnomes marched from the wetlands to Grembaatar from the mountain roads, while Bovar led his descendants by sea to the Northeron Heights.

The navy set out at the earliest, and this time Berval planned to enter the heights of Noseron at the same time as the dwarves and gnomes, so that the enemy could lose sight of the other.

"According to the map, it should be there."

At the bow of the ship, the two top beings of the Stormwind Kingdom were looking out over the sea, and after Varian returned to Stormwind City, Bolvar felt ashamed and went out to fight repeatedly, and this time, Bolvar was still present in person.

Boval's voice came, and Medivan looked sideways, and the Grand Duke in military uniform stood beside him: "The aura here is very strange, it doesn't look like a demon, this chaotic aura is powerful and disorderly, more like the aura of an ancient god." ”

"Old Gods?" Boward's pupils moved unconsciously: "If it were an ancient god, we would be in big trouble this time." ”

"From my perception, it's not the Old Gods yet, those who have been sealed are not so weak, I deduce that they may be those Old God believers of Twilight's Hammer."

"But what did Twilight's hammer take Madean for?" Bolval was puzzled: "Could it be that there is some secret hidden in Maidean?" ”

Secret? Medivan himself didn't know what secrets his son had, and since Mai De'an was born, Mai Diwen had not fulfilled his responsibilities as a father, let alone raised Mai De'an.

"Maybe." Medivin himself doesn't know, but the most important task at the moment is to take Mad'an back. "Occupy that island and use it as our temporary base."

Medivan saw an island in front of him, across the sea from the other side, and Bovar wanted to wash the ground with cannonballs, but Medivan's figure had already appeared on the island.

The island is not big or small, only a few bits and pieces of elemental creatures and Twilight cultists, and as soon as Medivan appeared, they screamed and shouted at Medivan and killed him.

Demigod astral mages have few opponents in Azeroth, and Medivan doesn't bother to look at them for such a small role.

The staff in his hand lightly touched the ground, and the blue arcane fire spread around Medivan, and the Twilight cultists and elemental creatures who were still shouting just now disappeared in an instant. Others may not know, but judging by the slightly reddened stones on the ground, they were all evaporated by the heat in an instant.

Bolval, who stood on the bow of the ship and watched, was also shocked by Medivan's strength, this elder of the same generation as King Lane, his strength was simply unfathomable.

With Medivan's magical sign, Bolval gave the order to get the naval fleet close over, ready to land, and then slowly march towards the heights of Noseron.