"It's not that he can't be cured, when I suppressed the werewolf curse just now, I already knew something about the curse in his body."

Hearing this, Percival was very happy, the damn werewolf curse could be completely lifted, and then the kingdom of Gilneth would be saved.

But in the next second, a basin of cold water was poured on his head: "I can't do it now, I can only suppress the werewolf curse and let you regain your senses, and you can still become a werewolf again under the condition of sanity." ”

Percival thought to himself: this is already much better than the previous situation, at least he will not hurt his family because of the werewolf curse.

"But, with werewolves, we can't leave it alone." Patrick looked at Old Fording, and the meaning was clear.

"Yes, if we let it go, one day the kingdom of Gilneth will be overwhelmed by the curse of werewolves and spread to the Northern Continent, and it will be difficult to deal with at that time."

As a party who has experienced the invasion of natural disasters, no one can know the seriousness of this matter better than Old Ferdin. If the natural disaster had been destroyed in the bud at that time, the kingdom of Lordaeron would not have perished, and it was even more unlikely that Kel'thugad would summon Akmund and destroy the main resistance of the entire Eastern Kingdom in an instant.

Although it was said that the elimination of the natural plague at that time would cause a lot of hemorrhage, and the entire capital of Daloon Mill would be destroyed in one fell swoop, as the largest grain base in Lordaeron, the kingdom's grain production would definitely be affected, but with the trade of Quel'Salas, Lordaeron was also sure to tide over the difficulties smoothly.

Now, the affairs of the Kingdom of Gilneth are too similar to Lordaeron back then, and Old Ferding is still thinking about it. If left unchecked, according to Percival, the entire Gilneth will become a werewolf country, but if you take the initiative to intervene, once the werewolf curse spreads among your own troops, the danger is no less than a natural plague.

"Inform the troops, be careful with your protection, and let the scouts pay attention to their safety and not come into contact with the enemy." Old Ferding said to Tyran.

"It is better not to engage in large-scale battles with the enemy." Patrick also thinks so, although the werewolf curse can be suppressed, but those who are infected with the werewolf curse are more or less discriminated against by Gilness, and now they don't know the core of the wolf worship cult, whether the head wolf alpha is dead or not, if he is still alive, then the wolf worship cult must be completely eradicated.

Gilneth was harmed by the werewolf curse, in fact, it is the responsibility of the first wolf, his purpose is not only to spread the trade, he wants to completely control the kingdom of Gilneys, and even wants to spread the werewolf curse to the whole world.

"Can you show us the way?" Patrick looked at Percival, "We need to enter the capital of Gilneth and get rid of this curse once and for all." ”

"Yes." Without hesitation, Percival agreed to Patrick, and in his eyes, perhaps because his curse had been delayed, Percival had found a savior.

Entering from the Wall of Greymane, there was no resistance along the way, and no one attacked the coalition army, but there were some civilian-looking humans watching from a distance, they didn't know what this army was for, but they seemed to be relieved to see that they were all humans and high elves.

When we arrived at the North Gate Forest, the barrenness on the ground was shocking, and the entire North Gate Forest was covered in blood and stumps and broken arms, and the earth was all stained red with blood.

Aurelia examined the severed limbs and came to one conclusion: "They have all been bitten by beasts, and traces of claws have been found in their wounds. ”

In the past, Aurelia was the marshal of the Far Travelers, and she was often active in the Eternal Song Forest, and the traces of this beast's attack could not be concealed from her.

"It's a werewolf." Although Percival's body was still weak, his voice was resolute and affirmative.

"Keep going, and be on guard at the same time." There was a great battle in the woods of the North Gate, but judging by the situation on the ground, it seems that the civil war within Gilneth is over.

Percival led the way, and wanted the scouts and guards to introduce the environment here, entering from the Wall of Greymane, and following the avenue directly into Gilneth City, but the coalition forces are not very familiar with the terrain, in order to prevent a sneak attack, Pacival needs to lead.

As he walked, Patrick, who was sitting on the back of the spirit of the bobcat, suddenly opened his eyes: "The werewolf you are talking about has arrived." ”

Through perception, Patrick can clearly find that among the werewolves, there is actually an immortal-level existence, which is likely to be the head wolf Alpha, or the leader of the wolf pack druids of the Ancient War, Lyral Toothfire.

"Once you encounter the enemy, let the troops mainly use long-range strikes, and try to avoid werewolves from touching our people." Patrick tells Tirio that the curse of the werewolves could spread dramatically during the melee.

Despite being brutal, furious, and without the slightest sense at all, these druids are still powerful, violent, wild, but they have undeniable power. And this frenzy will spread as the werewolf curse spreads, allowing enemies to join them, and Patrick must be aware of this.

"This can't be, we actually have reinforcements?" Darius Crolley was on the high platform, and saw the movement of the army in the distance, that neat team, it could not be a werewolf, then there could only be other people's troops, is there still troops in Gilneth to rescue the royal city?

After repeated battles, the Gilneth city guards were only one step away from collapse, and now Darius and them are only holding on with city defenses in order to be able to block the attack of the head wolf, Jean is looking for a way to retreat, they plan to retreat to Twilight Town, and Darius is in danger of being ordered to evacuate the civilians in the city and delay time.

"Big ...... My lord. A personal guard ran in covered in blood: "The head wolf has begun to forcibly attack the city, and the square is now full of werewolves, and they have begun to forcibly climb the tower. In addition, there are also some werewolves who plan to swim across the northern moat and directly into the city. ”

The church area has been lost, and now it is relying on the high walls and the river to block the head wolf in the church area, but the growing sound of fighting outside has told Darius that the werewolves have begun to forcibly attack the city.

Patrick and Tirio's forces have bitten the werewolves' tails, pinching them back and forth and blocking the church area.

With an order, various long-range equipment has been aimed, and mages, rangers, and hunters are also ready for the first round of strikes, and directly fire at the werewolves in the moat.

Patrick and Tirio, standing at the front of the line, watched as the dense werewolves crawled towards the Basilica of the Dawn of Light.

Darius put down his rifle, which was already slightly reddened, and drew his sword, although he was not willing to fight the werewolf in close quarters, but the werewolf had crawled into the church, and a white-knuckle battle was inevitable.