Someone!?

Watching the smoke rising high into the distance, Gianna burned a flame of hope in her heart. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

That's a lifesaver!

The moon cloth is very tough, and Gianna can't tear the moon cloth robe to make herself more agile, so she can only pull the hem of the robe that almost mops the floor to the thigh, because she can't tie the knot, she can only hold the staff in one hand and the robe in the other, and accelerate her pace in embarrassment.

The cold wind ran down the hem of her robe, and Gianna felt even colder.

Bastard Duke! How dare you do this to me!

If you don't marry me, forget it, if you dare to marry me, I, Gianna, swear to take revenge on you fiercely.

However, no matter how much I scolded in my heart, it was useless.

Winter forest, silence.

No insects, no birdsong.

Nothing could be heard except the sound of the wind, which was like the wailing of a terrible ghost.

At first, Gianna wondered if she should be on guard, but the cold wind whipped like a whip on her back and on her exposed arms, and if she didn't rub them, it only took two minutes to form a fine layer of frost on her arms.

Gianna ran wildly through the rugged forest, and because she was not agile enough, she fell down no less than five times. But that survival instinct drove her to continue to run wildly.

It's close.

It's close!

It's closer!

She saw the smoke drifting into the distance getting thicker.

It's such a big fire, is it a bonfire?

But it's daylight.

Gianna had already seen the road, a forest path that the villagers had stepped on for countless years. Although it can't compare to the fancy floor tiles that Dalaran has put together so perfectly, and it can't compare to the 'concrete road' that runs through the entire Elwyn Forest, it is many times better than the woods that have just been uneven and full of rubble from the roots.

Finally rushed out of the woods, and the horizon ahead suddenly opened up.

"Hello, anyone, ......"

Gianna covered her mouth with her empty left hand for a moment, and tears of panic flowed out uncontrollably.

Someone.

But it's all dead.

Gianna was presented with a hellish scene.

This is clearly a village that has been attacked not long ago.

Because of the headwind and winter, Gianna couldn't smell the unpleasant smell mixed with corpse stench and burning, but now, in an instant, from the sense of vision, smell, taste, hearing, and skin, at the same time, Gianna was shocked beyond the limits of her mental endurance.

Black smoke was rising from the burned houses as if they had not been extinguished, a huge human figure had been knocked out of the forcibly kicked gate, and there was still a small amount of food scattered on the ground, and there was a mess everywhere.

Because of the ice and snow, each corpse maintained the appearance of death, and their fear, anger and unwillingness before death were all frozen on their faces.

The loyal domestic dog still has a small patch of green skin in its mouth, but the part below the head has been eaten by the wolf.

The old man who raised the straw fork to protect his elderly boss was pinched and his head exploded.

The father, who had already cut off half of his body, stretched out his hand with the last of his strength, trying to grab his wife and children.

The mother holding the child was smashed in half by a heavy weapon.

A baby gnawed by an ogre that does not look like a human.

These...... It's all orcs!

Gianna saw the corpse of an orc covered in wounds, and beside that corpse were seven or eight fallen militiamen. It seems that this is the only record of the militia in the village.

The lack of food forced the Warsong orcs, who were hiding deep in the Tirisfal glades, to attack the human settlements in the forest.

She couldn't control herself anymore.

"Vomit...... "The bread, snacks, and fragrant milk she had eaten early in the morning were all spit out by Gianna.

For the first time in her life, Gianna felt so uncomfortable.

The feeling of tumbling in her stomach made her feel like she was going to vomit up last night's dinner.

After vomiting for a while, until her stomach was empty, and it wasn't until she felt the dead cold again that Gianna realized that if she didn't do something, she would probably turn into a cold corpse like them.

"I have to do something!" Gianna told herself.

Fighting through the nausea and discomfort, Gianna stood up strongly, and she forced herself to enter the Shura field in search of anything that would help her survive.

The orcs plundered almost everything they could eat, and they rudely broke into every room and smashed open the basement of every house.

Because of their size, they crowded every gate, turning every house into a ruin full of holes.

Luckily, Gianna found two thick blankets in a closet under the stairs, and then two large pieces of black bread under a bed that she had never looked at before.

She didn't know how to live with flint and steel, but luckily, she was a qualified earth mage, so she went to a messy basement, piled up wooden blocks, and started a fire with a fireball technique, and then put a blanket underneath it, and wrapped one in herself.

It's getting a little warmer this way.

After some time, she couldn't bear her hunger, and finally boiled the snow water in an iron can, cracked the black bread like wood residue, soaked it in the water, and forced herself to swallow it.

She will probably never forget the terrible taste for the rest of her life.

In a daze, she fell asleep.

She was awakened by the commotion.

"Is there anyone? is there anyone alive?" the standard Lordaeron accent is not something orcs can imitate. Gianna burst out of the cellar with infinite surprise and saw a troop of Lordaeron cavalry.

"Praise the Holy Light!" The leader was obviously a paladin, who had lost hope for this ruined town, but he didn't expect to find a survivor, who seemed to be the first noblewoman of quite high status.

"Oh! Thank you, Ancestor Soladin. Gianna was also very excited.

She had long forgotten what it was to survive for 24 hours.

"How are you ......?" Before she could greet her, Gianna suddenly heard a strange, small voice.

"Huh-" Less than half a meter in front of Gianna. A nearby cavalryman was shot in the neck by a wooden spear thrown from nowhere.

The impact of the spear was so great that Gianna watched in amazement as the spear's hairy head pierced from the left and burst out from the right, almost breaking the entire neck of the cavalryman.

Looking at the crooked head, feeling the warmth of the blood spraying from the wound on the cavalryman's neck onto her face, Gianna finally couldn't help but let out a scream: "Ahhh

The paladin raised his shield to block another spear throw, shouting, "Orcs—"

It was Gianna's first Valentine's Day in her life, and it was also a bloody Valentine's Day. (To be continued.) )