Stormwind God

Someone! ?

Watching the smoke rising up into the distance, Jaina's heart lit a fire of hope.

That's life-saving straw!

The mooncloth is very tough. Jaina can't tear the mooncloth robe to make herself more flexible. She can only pull the hem of the nearly mopping robe to the thigh, because it won't knot and can only be held in one hand. Staff, carrying a robe in his hand, hurriedly increased his pace.

Cold wind penetrated the robe along the hem, and Jaina felt colder.

Asshole Duke! Beast Duke! How dare you treat me like this!

You don't have to marry me, you dare to marry me, and Jaina vowed to revenge you fiercely.

However, no matter how badly cursed it was, it was useless.

Winter forest is silent.

No insects, no birdsong.

No sound could be heard except the sorrowful wind.

At first Jaina was still thinking about whether she should be on the alert, but the cold wind was drawn like a whip on her spine and exposed arms. If she didn't rub it, it would only take a minute to form a thin layer of cream on her arm. .

Jaina ran through the rugged forest, and because she was not agile enough, she fell over five times. But that survival instinct drove her to keep running wildly.

It's close.

It's close!

Closer!

She saw the thicker smoke rising from the distance.

Great fire, is it a bonfire party?

But it's big day.

Jaina had already seen the road. It was the forest path that the villagers had stepped on for many years. Although the fancy floor tiles that are extremely perfect with Dalaran are incomparable, nor can they be compared to any 'cement road' that runs through the entire Elwynn Forest, but it is better than the woods that have just been bumpy and covered with gravel. I don't know how many times.

Finally rushed out of the woods, the vision in front suddenly opened up.

"Hello! Anyone? Yes ..."

Jaina covered her mouth with her empty left hand for a while, and her tears burst out uncontrollably.

Someone.

But all are dead.

Presenting in front of Jaina was a hellish scene.

This is clearly a village that was attacked not long ago.

Because of the relationship between headwinds and winter, Jaina could not smell the unpleasant smell of mixed body odor and scorching, but now, time passes from the horizon, smell, taste, hearing and skin feeling, and at the same time, Jaina passes The more psychologically bear the impact of the limit.

The unburned embers of the burning house still emited smoky black smoke, and a huge human figure was hit by the forcibly rotten gate. There was not much scattered food on the ground, and there was a mess all over the place.

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

The loyal domestic dog has a small piece of green skin in its mouth, but the area below the skull has been eaten by the war wolf.

The old man who drafted a fork in order to protect the old boss was smashed by his head.

The father, who had been cut off half-length, stretched out his hands with the last effort, trying to catch his wife and children.

The mother holding the child was smashed half-length by heavy weapons.

Babies stung by ogres.

These ... are all done by orcs!

Jaina saw an orc body full of wounds, and there were seven or eight fallen militiamen beside the body. It seems that this is the only record of the village militia.

Lack of food forced warsong orcs hiding deep in the forest of Tirisfal to attack human settlements in the forest.

She can no longer control herself.

"Nausea ... Nausea" Jaina spit out all the bread, snacks, and fragrant milk that she ate early in the morning.

For the first time in her life, Jaina was so uncomfortable.

The feeling of turning over the river from her stomach made her seem to spit out last night's dinner.

After vomiting for a while, it wasn't until her stomach was empty that she felt the deadly cold again, and Jaina realized that if she didn't do anything, she would probably become a cold body like them.

"I must do something!" Jaina told herself.

Forbearing the nausea and discomfort, Jaina stood up strong, and she forced herself into this Shura field to find everything that could help her survive.

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

Because of their huge size, they crowded every door, turning every house into a ruin full of caves.

Fortunately, Jaina found two thick blankets in the closet under the stairs, and then under the bed found two large pieces of dark bread that she had never seen before.

She didn't know how to live with flintstones. Fortunately, she was a qualified earth mage. She came to a messy basement, piled wooden blocks together, set fire with a fireball, and put a blanket underneath. Wrap yourself.

It's finally warmer this way.

I don't know how long, she couldn't help being hungry, finally boiled the snow with an iron pot, knocked the brown bread like wood residue, soaked in water, and forced herself to swallow.

She may never forget this terrible taste in her whole life.

Stupid, she fell asleep.

She was awakened by the noise.

"Anyone? Is anyone still alive?" The standard Lordaeron accent was not something the orcs could imitate. Jaina burst out of the cellar with infinite surprise and saw a team of Lordaeron cavalry.

"Praise the Holy Light!" It was obviously a Paladin who took the lead. He had no hope of this ruined town. He did not expect that there would be a survivor.

"Oh! Thanks to the ancestors of Saladin." Jaina was also very excited.

She had long forgotten what happened to live for 24 hours.

"How do you ..." Jaina suddenly heard a strange, small voice before she could say hello.

"Alas," less than half a meter in front of Jaina. A nearby cavalry was shot in the neck by a wooden spear that he had nowhere to cast.

The impact of the spear was so great that Jaina stared blankly at the spear's hair coming in from the left and breaking from the right, almost breaking the entire cavalry's neck.

Looking at the crooked head, feeling the warmth of the blood sprayed from the wound on the cavalry's neck to her face, Jaina finally couldn't help but scream: "Ah"

The Paladin raised his shield, blocked another spear, and shouted: "Orcs"

This is the first Valentine's Day in Jaina's life, and it is also a scarlet Valentine's Day. (To be continued.) 8