The werewolves are very strong in combat, but this time they encounter hard bones.

The Black Witch Falina and the Plaguebringer North, two archmages of the Scourge Legion, plus two death knights whose combat power is comparable to that of high-level paladins: Thassarian and Koltila, rushed into the Black Forest with tens of thousands of undead!

Even if 100,000 undead are scattered in the huge forest, it is not much.

In the past, there were several undead attacks, firstly, there were not so many in number, thousands or tens of thousands, and secondly, Jean could take werewolves and armed soldiers to fight guerrilla warfare, anyway, their speed was faster than that of the undead except for the "ghoul", the enemy advanced and I retreated, and the enemy retreated and I advanced, wandering in the entire forest, consuming the undead's living force little by little, and defusing the attacks again and again.

But in the past few months, many werewolves and humans have died, and Jean has fewer and fewer werewolves and soldiers under his hands, and in the face of the threat of hunger, cold and disease, there are already an unknown number of people who have fallen ill and their combat effectiveness has declined, which is why Jean insisted on breaking through despite Belisa's dissuasion.

It's the coldest time of the year, and they don't have enough warm clothing. The animals in the forest are about to be eaten, even the once precious white fox has been turned into food, and Jean has seen people digging earthworms, catching mice, and digging grass roots to eat! If you continue like this, you will either freeze to death or starve to death, and you might as well risk breaking through!

Now facing an unprecedented threat from the undead, Jean knows that I'm afraid they're really going to be done this time!

Fight, fight, fight!

Fight to the death!

Gilneys are also bloody, especially when cornered.

King Jean showed strong combat effectiveness, this former combat master, has also personally participated in more than one battle, several times born and died, experienced life and death tempering, and in these months of killing again and again, sharpened the same fighting style as a wolf, ruthless, fast, one hit must hit!

Claws pierced the heart of a ghoul, and Jean gasped for breath as he watched the fire loom behind him.

There is the Tree of Life, and there are thousands of refugees, all of his people.

It was he who erected the Wall of Greymane and isolated Gilneth from the world, allowing Arthas to seize the opportunity to capture Gilneth in one fell swoop and then slaughter the city. Otherwise, you can get support from Dalaran and even Lordaeron at any time, and Gilneth will not die!

Everyone is responsible for what they do, and Jean is responsible for his wrong choices.

He can't protect his people, so let's die here, as a king, as a warrior, as a father.

"Liam, my child...... May you be happy! ”

"All werewolves, all soldiers, charge me!"

"Werewolves on the left, soldiers on the right, fight a bloody way! Protect our people to the east! ”

"Go to the Storm Sea Bluffs! Take a detour to Ember Rock Village! That's our only chance of life! ”

The refugees left the Tree of Life and headed west.

Belissa took a part of the soldiers with him to protect them.

As a high-ranking priestess, her own combat effectiveness is not strong. The moon god did not respond to her pleas, and she could only take out the Night Longbow and fight in the same way that had been wasted for thousands of years.

Belissa was one of the earliest members of the Sentinel Force, and her identity and status were not actually below Santis Yuyue. But shortly after the Sentinel was formed, a werewolf plague occurred, and then after the plague subsided, she left the Ashenvale Forest and never returned a few times.

She had almost left the temple of the moon god, the young priestess didn't even know of her existence, and her prayers were not so punctual all these years, no wonder the moon god didn't answer her prayers.

A person wanders around the whole world, of course, there are dangers, Belisa has also fought, but compared to those well-trained sentinels, her combat ability is not strong, and now she is not even as good as an ordinary werewolf.

There was already a lot of danger ahead, and Belissa suddenly heard a wolf howl.

Howling wolf from behind!

Belisa's heart trembled, and she turned around to see a figure in a black cloak standing in front of the tree of life in the faint moonlight, looking at her all the time, as if looking at her lover, and as if looking at the greatest enemy in the world, with a gloomy and complicated gaze.

And behind the man, one after another giant wolves appeared, densely packed, and their green eyes were palpitating, like stars in the night sky, countless.

Rough estimates, there are thousands, even two thousand!

"Lelar...... You've finally appeared! Oh my God, there are undead in front and blood-toothed werewolves behind......" Belisa couldn't stop moaning and no longer bothered with the panicked refugees, because under Lailar's orders, thousands of blood-toothed werewolves had rushed over, and no one could save those refugees, who were destined to be transformed into blood-toothed werewolves and become Lailar's servants.

Belissa walked towards Lelar.

Either way, she was going to meet that old friend, an old friend she hadn't seen in over 9,000 years.

One by one, the soldiers fell, and Jean was disheartened.

The tens of thousands of undead in front of him were already unable for him to deal with, and the thousands of blood-toothed werewolves swarming behind him let him know that hope had completely disappeared.

The only option he has now is to order everyone to continue the attack, and then be killed by the undead, and then resurrected as the undead, or retreat, then all the survivors will be transformed into blood-toothed werewolves and become Lyral's minions.

There are undead in front and wolves in the back, and it seems that the second option is better.

But Jean's hatred of the undead is obviously stronger than that of Lyral, so he doesn't say a word and continues to charge forward and fight.

Dozens of werewolves who were free to wield the wild powers, as well as soldiers who remained loyal to Jean, followed Jean to continue the fight.

They should be the most elite part of Gilneth, and their combat effectiveness is very strong, so after twenty minutes, they broke through the dense sea of undead and met the commander of this undead army.

There will be no nonsense or anything, hatred is extraordinarily red-eyed is true.

With a wolf howl, Jean lunged at the plaguebringer North, for he remembered very well: he was the one who led the Scourge into the city of Gilneth.

But a horde of undead stood in his way.

Soldier to soldier, general to general?

Sorry, but the real battle doesn't exist for that.

Since he can destroy the enemy in front of him by relying on the sea of the undead, North is not interested in fighting in person, his old bones are very precious, and he is still waiting to be preserved with Farina! That delicate body, which doesn't seem to get old, is really more comfortable and attractive than any young woman!

Ten minutes, ten minutes!

The werewolves around Jean have died in battle, and there is not much left. The soldiers were even more miserable, killed by the undead, then resurrected in front of him by North and the two Death Knight leaders, and then rushed towards him.

There is nothing more tragic than this.

Jean really couldn't hold it anymore and was covered in wounds.

In the past, when they were injured in battles with the undead, the werewolves' own strong immunity was almost able to resist the invasion of natural disasters and plagues, and the emerald dream energy emitted by the tree of life could also ensure that they would not be infected with the plague and become undead.

But Jean knew that he had no chance of returning to the Tree of Life.

If he dies in battle, he will most likely be turned into an undead and a servant of Arthas, just like the former Lord of Kurtaz.

Barely able to continue the fight, Jean stopped in place gasping for air, bleeding profusely.

He reverted to his human form.

No matter what, die as a human being, not a werewolf, standing to die!

This is his last dignity.

Jean wanted to turn back and take another look at the city of Gilneth, but the moment he turned, his gaze froze somewhere in the east, and then his eyes were shining, and it was the light of hope.

"Father, I'm here!"

A young werewolf rushed to the front, with two or three hundred werewolves behind him, as well as a few cheetahs as swift as ghosts.

The young werewolf was terrifying, and it was like tearing a ray of light through the night with the werewolf, like tearing apart a ray of light in the night.

Although he was completely different from his human form, Jean was able to recognize him.

It was his son, his greatest pride: Liam.

On more than one occasion, Terenus proudly proclaimed that Arthas was the pride of the whole of Lordaeron, the future star of the kingdom, the youngest grand knight ever before the Knights of the Silver Hand, and would turn the kingdom of Lordaeron into a perfect human kingdom.

But as it turned out, Terenus was wrong.

Jean knew he wasn't as good as Terenus, he didn't have the courage or the vision he had, but he knew he was a little better than Terenus:

He had a better child than Alsace, a good son!