Prince Liam's bravery made his father, Genn, very proud.
But it also worried him a lot.
Because he knew very well that Liam was not a good Warrior. His combat skills were far inferior to those of Varian or Arthas. Even as a Worgen, he could not possibly fight against tens of thousands of Undead, and he probably couldn't even handle a few Undead.
" Liam! Run! You shouldn't have come here!" Genn gasped for breath, preparing to transform into Worgen and continue fighting.
For his son, he was willing to change his mind and continue fighting as a Worgen to protect his son until the very last moment.
"No, Father! I've come to save you!" Liam rushed to Genn's side, leading dozens of Worgen to protect him.
Further away, there were nearly two hundred more Worgen fighting fiercely.
Three hundred Worgen was already a formidable force, but it was nothing compared to tens of thousands of Undead.
The Grand Widow Faerlina and the Noth the Plaguebringer stood side by side. A cruel smile appeared on the face of the sorceress known as the " Black Widow," and her raised fingers were smeared with bright red venom, making Noth extremely envious and somewhat nostalgic for the madness of the previous night.
The price of his madness is that he now feels dizzy, unable to concentrate, somewhat dazed, and his spellcasting ability has decreased significantly.
It doesn't matter.
This was an attack that was bound to succeed from the start. What difficulty could there be in 50,000 Undead hunting down a few thousand refugees?
He doesn't need to do anything; just watch.
The Black Witch thought the same thing.
The difference was that his gaze lingered between Genn and Liam, looking at their muscular bodies after they turned into Worgen. He quickly became wet in a certain place, thinking that he had never tried being Worgen before. Their abilities must be very strong, at least much stronger than that useless guy Noth. He wondered if they could compare to Orcs and Ogres.
Perhaps we should keep one of them...
No, keep them both, then drug them a bit, that'll be really fun!
Thinking of this, the Black Witch became even wetter.
Just then, Faerlina suddenly sensed danger.
Women are different from men.
After doing something, a man may feel weak and exhausted, but a woman is like a rose nourished by rain and dew, vibrant and full of life.
Faerlina was in good condition, so her seventh husband, who was even more powerful in casting spells than she was, sensed the impending danger in advance.
She immediately activated a magical item on her body, and a layer of crimson armor enveloped her.
Molten Armor!
Faerlina reacted quickly enough, but Noth was too slow.
Unbeknownst to anyone, a Storm Crow flew from the distant sky to above Noth, its blade-like black wings suddenly retracting, and then it transformed into a giant bear with a height of two meters, descending from the sky!
The giant bear landed at a height of about ten meters, knocking off a branch as thick as a wrist. Amidst the falling leaves, its massive body slammed into Noth.
There wasn't even a scream.
As the giant bear scrambled to its feet and charged towards Faerlina, Genn realized that Noth was no longer human; he had been crushed to death like that?
He was probably the Archmage in history who died the most tragically. Although he was more skilled at researching plagues and curses, his magical power was not much greater than that of the Archmage Arugal.
But to be dried up like that is truly tragic.
Who told him to exhaust himself so much last night, leaving him in a dazed state?
A clear mind and good spirits are the two things a monk should pay the most attention to, but he neglected them, so his death was not unjust at all.
The giant bear was very strong, not only larger than an ordinary giant bear, but also with glossy black fur and powerful build, making it look more like a magical beast with strong magic resistance.
The giant bear chased after Faerlina, but Faerlina quickly Blink twenty meters away.
She didn't care at all about Noth's death. She had already killed six husbands; one more wouldn't matter.
In any case, Noth's value has already been squeezed dry, and Lord Kel'Thuzad won't care about his death. Three-legged toads are hard to find, but two-legged or four-legged males are plentiful!
Those two Worgen are pretty good, but if they could subdue this giant bear, that would be even better!
"Dry it up! No, I want it alive!" Faerlina screamed.
She witnessed the entire process of Storm Crow transforming into a giant bear, and knew that this was the " Druid " recorded in the ancient texts, a profession that could transform into many kinds of animals. If she obtained this Druid, it would be equivalent to obtaining several male creatures at once, several kinds of positions she had never thought of before.
She hasn't tried the bear form yet, nor the crow form, and she doesn't know what other forms it might have.
Faerlina was really looking forward to it.
The giant bear did not disappoint her.
The enraged bear quickly swatted away more than a dozen Undead swarming towards it, even knocking away an Abomination. It killed a zombie and a Ghoul with two slaps, and then transformed into a cheetah that was about 1.5 meters tall and had an elegant build!
The cheetah is incredibly fast, moving across the battlefield like a ghost. Hundreds of Undead couldn't hit it, and instead, it took down several of them in less than 20 seconds.
Its claws are not only sharp, but also magical, capable of piercing even the tough hides of Ghoul.
Cheetahs have incredibly keen senses. A Crypt Fiend, which had been lurking deep underground for a long time, suddenly burst out of the ground the moment the cheetah landed, thrusting its sharp forelimbs towards the cheetah's abdomen.
However, the cheetah sensed its presence in advance, leaping forward the moment it landed to accurately dodge the attack, then quickly turning around and piercing the Crypt Fiend with its sharp claws.
The cheetah seemed very interested in Faerlina, weaving through the gaps between the Undead and relentlessly pursuing Faerlina, much to the dark witch's annoyance.
Faerlina's spellcasting ability was good, but the cheetah was too fast, giving her no time to cast spells. She could only keep running away, ordering the Undead to block her way, and she was in a sorry state.
Low-level spells are readily available, but targeted spells are difficult to hit the extremely fast-moving cheetah. Area-of-effect spells, such as Arcane Explosion, deal negligible damage to the cheetah. Its spell resistance is too strong, almost comparable to that of the Moonkin of Hinterlands!
"It's Broll!" Prince Liam exclaimed excitedly. "Father! He's Broll Bearmantle, a magnificent Druid! That's his Animal Form! Earl Nicholas told me that Broll is the most outstanding high Druid in the Cenarion Circle, and he has mastered many Animal Form!"
Druid Cenarion Circle Bear Form
Genn's eyes lit up.
In the past two months, he had heard Belysra mention Night Elf and Druid, and knew that Druid were a very noble profession. Every Druid had comprehensive abilities, and powerful Druid could transform into various forms such as giant bears, cheetahs, ravens, Treant, and Moonkin, which was very amazing.
Even the original Worgen were actually a form of Druid, only they were difficult to control and prone to getting lost.
Most importantly, Belysra had told him that she had already contacted the Night Elf, and that the Priestess of the Moon and the Druid would come to help them. He never expected them to actually come, and so quickly!
The problem is, it seems like not many people have come?
Five Druid, and a bunch of Worgen who appeared out of nowhere? They can defeat tens of thousands of Undead?
Genn looked around, his brow furrowed. " Liam, did you see Nicholas? Where is he?"
" Earl Nicholas said he has more important things to do, and we must hold on! He said there are too many Undead, and he needs to go find reinforcements." Liam was clearly also somewhat doubtful and uncertain, saying, "He took the four minor Elemental Spirits, and the Priestess of the Moon Velinde!"
Four minor Elemental Spirits? What are those?
Velinde? The Priestess of the Moon? So, the Priestess of the Moon really came to help me?
Perhaps... there really is still hope?
But although the sudden appearance of Druid and Worgen temporarily held off the Undead, who would deal with the Bloodfang Worgen that were attacking from the rear?
Genn's thoughts were quickly pulled back to reality, because the Undead were still attacking relentlessly. Even with the support of Druid and Worgen, they were struggling to hold on and didn't know how much longer they could last.