Chapter 674 Bloody Valentine’s Day (End)

Someone! ?

Looking at the smoke rising high and drifting into the distance, Jaina's heart ignited a blazing fire of hope.

That's a life-saving straw!

Mooncloth is very tough. Jaina could not tear open the mooncloth robe to make herself more flexible. She could only pull the hem of the nearly floor-length robe almost to her thighs. Since she could not tie the knot, she could only carry it with one hand. With a staff and a robe in one hand, he accelerated his pace in a panic.

The cold wind penetrated into the robe along the hem, and Jaina felt even colder.

Bastard Duke! Bastard Duke! How dare you do this to me!

Forget it if you don’t marry me, but if you really dare to marry me, I, Gianna, swear I will retaliate against you severely.

However, no matter how much I cursed secretly in my heart, it was of no use.

The winter forest is silent.

There are no insects, no birds chirping.

No sound could be heard except the wind, which sounded like a ghost wailing.

At first, Jaina was still wondering whether she should move forward with caution, but the cold wind was like a whip on her back and exposed arms. If she didn't rub them, a layer of fine frost would form on her arms in just two minutes. .

Jaina ran wildly in the rugged forest. Because her movements were not agile enough, she fell down no less than five times. But the survival instinct drove her to continue running wildly.

Close.

Close!

Closer!

She saw that the smoke drifting into the distance became thicker and thicker.

There's such a big fire. Are you having a bonfire party?

But it's broad daylight now.

Jaina had already seen the road. It was a forest path that the villagers had trampled for countless years. Although it is not comparable to the perfectly crafted fancy floor tiles in Dalaran, nor is it comparable to the 'concrete road' that runs through the entire Elwynn Forest, it is already better than the uneven woods full of tree roots and gravel. I don’t know how many times.

Finally breaking out of the woods, the view ahead suddenly became clear.

"Hello! Is there anyone there? Yes..."

Jaina immediately covered her mouth with her free left hand, and tears of panic burst out uncontrollably.

Someone.

But they are all dead.

What appeared in front of Jaina was a hellish scene.

This was obviously a village that had been attacked not long ago.

Because of the headwind and winter, Jaina couldn't smell the unpleasant smell that was mixed with corpse odor and burning. But now, all of a sudden, her vision, smell, taste, hearing, and skin sensations all came to Jaina at the same time. An impact that exceeds the limit of psychological endurance.

There were still lingering black smoke rising from the burning embers of the burned house. A huge human figure was knocked out of the door that had been forcibly kicked in. There was not much food scattered on the ground, and there was a mess everywhere.

Because of the ice and snow, every corpse retains the appearance of death, and the fear, anger, and unwillingness before their death are all solidified on their faces.

There is still a small piece of green skin in the mouth of the loyal domestic dog, but the area below the head has been eaten clean by the wolf warriors.

The old man who raised the pitchfork to protect his old boss had his head crushed.

The father, who had clearly had half of his body chopped off, used his last strength to reach out and try to catch his wife and children.

The mother who was holding her child was hit with a heavy weapon and half of her body was broken off.

A baby that was chewed by ogres until it became less human.

These... were all done by orcs!

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

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

She couldn't control herself anymore.

"Ugh... vomit -" Gianna vomited out the bread, snacks, and fragrant milk she had eaten early in the morning.

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

The overwhelming feeling in her stomach made her feel like she wanted to vomit out all of last night's dinner.

After vomiting for a while, until her stomach was empty, and until she felt the deathly cold again, Jaina realized that if she didn't do something, she would probably become a cold corpse like them.

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

Holding back the nausea and discomfort, Jaina stood up strongly. She forced herself to enter this Shura field to find anything that could help her survive.

The orcs plundered almost everything they could eat. They broke into every room and broke open the basements of every house.

Because of their huge size, they burst every door and turned every house into a ruin full of holes.

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

She didn't know how to live with flint and steel. Fortunately, she was a qualified earth mage. She went to a messy basement, piled wood blocks together, started a fire with a fireball spell, and put a blanket underneath. Wrap one yourself.

It's finally warmer this way.

After an unknown amount of time, she couldn't help but feel hungry. Finally, she boiled snow water in an iron pot, cracked open the black bread that looked like slag, soaked it in water until it softened, and forced herself to swallow it.

She may never forget this terrible taste in her life.

Drowsily, she fell asleep.

She was awakened by the noise.

"Is there anyone? Is anyone alive?" The standard Lordaeron accent is not something that an orc can imitate. Jaina rushed out of the cellar to great surprise and saw a group of Lordaeron cavalry.

"Praise the Holy Light!" The leader was obviously a paladin. He originally had given up hope in this ruined town, but he didn't expect to find a survivor. It seemed that she was the first noble lady with a very noble status.

"Oh! Thank you Ancestor Thoradin." Jaina was also extremely excited.

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

"How did you..." Before she could greet her, Jaina suddenly heard a strange, small voice.

"Wha—" 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 Jaina was stunned as she watched the spear's hair penetrate from the left and break out from the right, almost breaking the entire neck of the cavalry.

Looking at the tilted head and feeling the warm blood spraying from the wound on the cavalry's neck onto her face, Jaina finally couldn't help but scream: "Ah——"

The paladin raised his shield, blocked another spear throw, and shouted: "Orc——"

This is the first Valentine's Day in Gianna's life, and it is also a bloody Valentine's Day.