The "Black Forest" that Blake always mentioned does not actually refer to a certain forest in Gilneas. In the slang of the locals, they call all forests that hide danger and darkness "Black Forest".

Before Gilneas got into trouble with Black, the big bad guy, there were actually not many dark forests in the country, and only those places where witches in the countryside were called dangerous.

But as the werewolf plague spread in Gilneas, most of the forests in the kingdom became the "Black Forest".

Ordinary people avoid those places. The various terrifying news spread by the former Wolf Cult caused Gilneas to be in panic. The random presence of werewolves also caused a large number of rural people to move to several big cities in Gilneas.

This is equivalent to helping the werewolves in disguise to occupy a lot of territory without spending a single soldier. Such a strategy of cleverly using public opinion was certainly the work of the big bad guy Black.

But now, things have changed.

After the Wolf Cult was taken over by the mad elves, the large population crowded in the city also transformed into werewolves with Jean's indulgence, becoming the best "source" of wolves under the king's command.

This also directly caused several large cities in Gilneas to become "werewolf dens" in a short period of time.

And before the Great Druid of the Sickle Claw, Lilar Flamefang, raised his butcher knife against the Rende Society, the camp of these extreme little animal protectors was in the Black Forest not far from the Royal City of Gilneas. Now Black

After rescuing the three Rendehui druids from prison, Dryad Zaza's first goal was to escape to the black forest.

Although the orthodox druids of the Rende Society do not have an advantage when facing the sickle-clawed werewolf druids in the forest, wandering around in a city completely occupied by werewolves is obviously a more dangerous behavior.

Therefore, Blake did not reject the Frost Dryad's suggestion. He was going to join Hisari Black Crow in the forest anyway.

"Look at the damn weather in Gilneas!"

In a dilapidated open carriage, Blake pulled his hood down and complained loudly about the weather that had begun to rain heavily.

This is the biggest reason why he hates Gilneas. The climate in this country is really bad.

It is rainy all year round and rarely sunny. It is no wonder that the people in this country generally have a gloomy and indifferent character, which is incompatible with their compatriots in other human kingdoms.

Living in an environment like this since childhood, it is indeed difficult to cultivate an upright person.

"You should stop complaining, you destroyer! Now we just let you get wet in the rain, and we don't let you pull the car! How about we swap two for one? You will pull the car and run?"

The extremely dissatisfied voice of the frost tree demon Zaza came from the front.

Blake shrugged and looked up, and saw that the snow-white dryad girl was now stepping up with four hooves, wearing a bridle like a war horse, pulling the car and running wildly on the road outside the city.

There was no way, the carriage they found had no horses...

This is not because Black is not professional enough, but because all the horses in Gilneas King City are almost eaten by the rapidly expanding number of werewolves. Besides, there is also a wounded cow druid, so we can only give this artiodactyl creature a hard time.

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Speaking of which, a guy with such great powers as Blake would definitely be able to think of other ways to properly bring the wounded to the camp in the Black Forest. Not to mention anything else, with the flying speed of Qianqiong, it would be enough to find the carriage and fly back and forth three times.

But Black, the evil-minded bastard, had to build a broken carriage and asked the dryad to pull him and run away while being chased by a group of werewolves.

This seems to be a deliberate act of mischief. No wonder the tree demon girl is so angry.

Hey, it’s just for fun.

The stinky pirate obviously likes the weak attitude of these guys who hate him but can't kill him.

"I wonder what happened to the apprentices we left in the camp?"

The "fish man" Druid Muga Muga, who was also sitting on the bumpy carriage, used natural magic to treat the cow druid's injuries while looking worriedly at the forest in the distance.

He complained a few words about the weather in Murloc, then changed to Salas and whispered:

"The apprentices we recruited in Gilneas are not equipped to deal with a werewolf attack. When we were deceived into heading to the royal city, only Kellinger was left there.

He is also a dull character who is not good at talking.

Now that the top leaders of the Rende Society have been wiped out by Leral Flamefang with the Scythe of the Moon, they are probably going to have a very difficult time without a leader.

Everything happened so suddenly."

"Don't worry about the Gilnean apprentices. Although the locals are not strong enough, they are familiar with the situation. They know where to hide and where to hide better than you.

If they are cornered, they can hide in the borders of Dalaran or Lordaeron. The werewolves will prepare for a big operation and will not dare to cross the border to capture them."

Blake chewed his pipe and complained:

"The Scytheclaw druids of Flamefang have been working on converting the residents of the Royal City and other large cities, and they have not yet completed this work.

How can you have so much energy to spare the werewolves and play hide-and-seek with a group of druid apprentices in the dark forest? Therefore, instead of worrying about your apprentices, I think you should worry more about your leader Isolarius.

That bastard's tough and stubborn character meant that he would not give in in front of Flame Fang, and even a beating would be easy! I now seriously suspect that he may have been forcibly transformed into a werewolf by the Scythe of the Moon.

In other words, if we want to launch a counterattack, you must be prepared to be hostile to the former leader. Do you have the confidence to deal with the werewolf Isolarius?"

"Of course I don't have confidence!"

Dryad Zaza, who was pulling the cart and running wildly in the mud, said angrily:

"Lord Isolarius's combat prowess is not comparable to those of us. The disappearance and depravity of a great druid is no longer an ordinary incident. It must be reported to Moonlight Grove to request support.

At least two great druids who are good at fighting and hunting should be called, and it is best to have a group of wild druids as guardians.

What happened in Gilneas is a major disaster in the way of nature. As the guardians of nature, we cannot turn a blind eye. No matter how bad the situation in this country is, we druids will never let it go."

"Tsk tsk, if I hadn't known that you were just a new druid recruit, I would have thought that this was something only a highly respected great druid could say.

Look, how majestic and majestic it is."

Blake sneered and said:

“But I feel that the situation here is so bad because of your Rende Association’s ‘credit’.

If you hadn't been forcing the Gilneans to ban all hunting, causing a large number of hunters to lose their jobs and have to join the Wolf Cult and fight with you to the end, Lalar Flamefang would not have had the opportunity to control such a situation all at once.

Many werewolves.

I think if Rendehui can continue to exist after this incident, you'd better review your own behavior.

Protecting animals is not wrong.

I am a hunter and I also like animals.

But forcing people to death just because animals have the right to live is an out-and-out lunatic behavior. You see, if you make honest people angry, they will turn into terrible werewolves and beat you up...

So, don’t mess with honest people in the future.”

The atmosphere suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Neither Dryad Zaza nor Murloc Druid Mugamuga are eloquent fellows. Faced with Black's accusations, they really couldn't refute much.

"It's too late to say this now."

Zaza, who was pulling the cart, was running wildly with all four hooves moving, while he whispered in a self-defeating voice:

"The most important thing now is to survive the werewolves first. Alas, it will take time to wait for the support from Moonlight Grove. I don't dare to think about what kind of chaos Gilneas will be in a while."

"The current situation is already more dangerous than the 'Sickle Claw Rebellion' at the end of the Satyr War nine thousand years ago."

Mugamuga, who had been wearing a weird fish-man suit and did not want to reveal his real name, also said with emphasis at this time:

"I personally experienced that war. Although I was only an apprentice at the time, I still saw the Sickleclaws led by Flamefang at the junction of Ashenvale and Felwood.

At that time, their number was only a few thousand, which already caused a huge headache for the Silver Sentinels. Now, there are more than hundreds of thousands of werewolves in Gilneas under the command of Flamefang...

Once they go mad and cross the border of Silverpine Forest and rush into Lordaeron, Dalaran and Stromgarde, with the speed of the werewolves, it will only take a week at most for them to spread the shadow of the werewolves.

to the entire northern Xinjiang.

Then your human civilization will be finished!"

Mugamuga held his head and said desperately:

"Human civilization will be transformed into werewolf civilization, and Flamefang is obviously planning to advance the worship of the evil god 'Howler' Lycanthos, who will have enough faith to be able to condense entities in the material world.

The evil god worshiped by millions or even tens of millions of werewolves...

Oh my god!

Its strength will surpass that of a demigod when it is born. If it devours Lord Goldrinn again, it will become a true 'god'.

Its power can even rival or even surpass the ancient gods."

"yes."

Blake waved the riding crop, but before he could swing it, he drew an angry look from Zaza who was pulling the cart. He put away the whip innocently, and said in a long and heartless voice:

"Judging from how much Lilar Flamefang hates Malfurion and the entire Cenarion Order, you Kaldorei will be next after the destruction of human civilization.

Think carefully about the scene where nearly ten million dark werewolves rushed to Mount Hyjal and ignited the World Tree...

Well, that must be spectacular."

"How can you still laugh! You abominable destroyer!"

Dryad Zaza was so frightened by the future described by Blake that her whole body trembled, and she shouted:

"How can your 37-degree flesh and blood say such cold-blooded things? Now is no longer the time for you to laugh at us wantonly. Now it is time for everyone to unite to prevent that terrible future!

Aren't you awesome? Destroyer.

Everyone is telling you how terrible your dark wisdom is, and we need it now... think of a way!"

"Look at you, such a simple tree demon. Everything you say makes me want to laugh."

Blake snorted.
To be continued...