Eastern Kingdom, Quel'Salas.

Patrick returned to Quel'Thalas, and before that, Kael'thas had already negotiated with Galia Minahir and Alonsos Fa'o as Prince of Quel'Thalas, indicating that the Arcane Pact could not sit idly by and ignore matters within the Kingdom of Gilneth.

This is right in the heart of Lordaeron, as they have always regarded the Arcane Convention as an alliance of Lordaeron, and they desperately want to absorb their former allies and rebuild Lordaeron's glory.

Kurtilas is completely following in the footsteps of Quel'Thalas, because he is now the strongest in the Sea of Quel'Thalas, and there is nothing strange about what Kurtilas is doing. Stormgard and Eagle's Nest rely on Quel'Thalas, but they have their own ideas, after all, the fall of the kingdom of Alterac is imminent, and they don't want to become puppets.

The Duke of Farcrest wants to use the power of Quel'Thalas to revive the kingdom of Alterac, Grizzly Hills and Walrus, the former is to see the friendship of the High Elves, and the latter is completely eager to catch the ship of the covenant.

But it doesn't matter, Patrick doesn't care about the little details.

Upon his return to Quel'Thalas, news came from Kael'thas that Lordaeron was willing to send troops to the kingdom of Gilneth to find out what was going on and to convince Jean-Greymane to join the Arcane Convention.

The remnants of Lordaeron have been longing for the Kingdom of Gilneth to join, and since Kael'thas has taken the initiative to negotiate, Alonsos-Fao is naturally pushing the boat.

The army of Lordaeron assembled at the junction of Cowlin and turned into the Western Plaguelands, passing through Andorhar and Steinbrad into the territory of the former kingdom of Alterac, and then to the Silverpine Forest.

The High Elf army led by Patrick teleported directly to the island of Keldaron in Lake Dlomere, reached Andorhar, and entered the Silver Pines Forest.

The two armies converged at the same time in Andorhar and marched towards the village of Burning Wood in the Silver Pines Forest.

"Your Excellency Cabolon." Tirio saw Patrick: "We're meeting again." ”

"I didn't expect that Azeroth has not been peaceful all these years." Patrick sighed.

When people are old, they like to be silent in their past memories, and at that time, the kingdom of Lordaeron had the best relationship with Quel'Thalas, and the two countries exchanged the most.

"Hopefully, those werewolves won't have much of an impact on the Kingdom of Gilneis." Old Fording didn't know about the werewolf curse, and in his eyes, he thought that some monsters had attacked the kingdom of Gilneth.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple, Gilneth is closed by the Wall of Greyman, even if there is a crisis, it is impossible for the outside world to know, if there are rioters from within the Wall of Greymane, I am even more convinced that there is a big problem in the Kingdom of Gilmyne."

Old Ferding was stunned, the wall of Greymane not only blocked them from entering, but also prevented ordinary people from coming out, the effect of the wall was mutual, if there were rioters inside, then the internal environment of the Kingdom of Gilneth must have a big crisis, so that the Greymane family even gave up this wall.

Along the way, Old Fourding and Patrick chatted, Old Fourding rode a war horse, and the spirit of the bobcat carried Patrick, but the big cat was too big and very eye-catching along the way.

For the battle of Gilneys, Patrick knows very well that the curse of the werewolf comes from the wolf god, and for the animal gods, Patrick will naturally not let go of this opportunity, and on this Gilneth werewolf crisis, he pulled the animal gods out to practice, and the other six animal gods also took their own priests and walked in the army.

Moreover, Gilneth also needs faith, or some priesthood of animal gods, which is a good opportunity for the seven animal gods.

After the army entered the Burning Wood Village, it did not stop for long, and turned directly to the beginning of the march towards the Wall of Greymane.

"My lord, we found a man fainting on the ground in front of us." The scout hurried back to pray.

The scouts made an improvised stretcher and carried the man up.

A young human, covered in mud, leaves and weeds, with tattered clothes, black hair, scratched scars on his face, emaciated, his left leg was wounded by a musket, blood was flowing outward, and his right arm was bandaged.

"Give him some treatment, I have something to ask him."

Following Patrick's order, the Ranger pulled out the bullet from his left leg with a short dagger, helped him explode the wound, and a priest came up and brushed him with a holy light to help him heal the wound and recover his body. The rangers tore off his dirty laundry, pulled out a clean set of shirts and trousers, and changed them for him.

It's not far from Greyman, it seems that he escaped from the wall of Greymane, and in Gilney he was not badly injured, ran outside, was attacked again, and finally fainted due to physical exhaustion, if it wasn't for luck, he was found by Patrick's scouts, and it is estimated that his fate would have been to feed the beast.

"Poor." Seeing the young man's emaciated body, Tirio sighed on the side, all these years of war, the food supply will definitely not be able to keep up, if there is a problem inside Gilneth, this young man is fleeing, it is possible to starve to death outside.

Tirio still sighed a little, or maybe he felt the same way, there were still fewer disasters that Lordaeron had encountered over the years, the Scarlet Crusaders and Silver Dawn of the year, what they ate in the Plague Lands, and when Quel'Salas did not come into contact with them, there were definitely not a few people who starved to death.

If it weren't for the fact that they could buy a large amount of food from Quellins, they didn't know how long they would be able to hold out.

"This young man doesn't smell right." The spirit of the bobcat, where Patrick sat down, said, "He smells of wolves, and it seems that he has encountered a pack of wolves." ”

Hearing Legbar say this, Patrick had a guess in his heart that he was most likely attacked by werewolves, or that he was infected with the werewolf curse and wanted to escape from the pursuit of the Kingdom of Gilneth and ran out of the Wall of Greymane.

It didn't take long for the young man to wake up and look at the High Elf guards and the human warriors in armor in front of him, which made him a little afraid.

"You...... Who are you? The young man's hand touched the side, as if looking for a weapon to defend himself, but he only touched the edge of the stretcher.

"That's a question I want to ask you too."

"......" the young man did not answer Patrick, just remained silent.