Someone's there?!
Looking at the rising smoke drifting into the distance, Jaina's heart was ignited with a raging flame of hope.
That's her life-saving straw!
The moon cloth was very tough, and Jaina could not tear it to make herself more agile. She could only pull the hem of the robe that was almost touching the ground to her thighs. Because she did not know how to tie a knot, she could only hold the staff in one hand and the robe in the other as she hastened her pace.
The cold wind seeped into the robe, and Jaina felt even colder.
Bastard Duque! Bastard Duque! How dare you treat me like this!
It's fine if you don't want to marry me, but if you do, I swear I will take revenge on you.
However, no matter how much she cursed in her heart, it was useless.
In the winter forest, there was nothing but silence.
There were no insects, no birds chirping.
Other than the sound of the wind that sounded like the wailing of ghosts, there was no other sound.
At first, Jaina was still wondering if she should move forward cautiously, but the cold wind was like a whip lashing at her back and her exposed arms. If she did not rub herself, a thin layer of frost would form on her arms in just two minutes.
Jaina ran wildly in the rugged forest. Because she was not agile enough, she fell down no less than five times. However, her instinct to survive was urging her to continue running.
Closer.
Closer!
It was getting closer!
She saw the smoke drifting into the distance getting thicker and thicker.
What a big fire. Is this a bonfire party?
But it's broad daylight now.
Jaina could already see the road. It was a forest path that the villagers had walked for countless years. Although it was not comparable to the Dalajan's perfect fancy tiles, nor could it compare to the so-called 'cement road' that traversed the entire Elven Forest, it was many times better than the bumpy forest filled with tree roots and gravel.
Finally out of the forest, the view in front of her suddenly opened up.
"Hello! Is anyone here? Yes … "
Jaina immediately covered her mouth with her empty left hand, and tears of panic flowed uncontrollably from her eyes.
Someone.
But they were all dead people.
In front of Jaina was a hellish scene.
This was obviously a village that had been attacked not long ago.
Because it was winter and the wind was against the wind, Jaina couldn't smell the stench of rotting corpses. But now, her vision, smell, taste, hearing, and skin were all at the same time, giving her a shock that exceeded her psychological limits.
The burning house still had embers that had not been extinguished, and black smoke billowed out of it. The gate that had been forcefully smashed through was a huge human figure. There were also some scattered food on the ground. It was a mess everywhere.
Because of the ice and snow, every corpse maintained the appearance they had when they died. Their fear, anger, and unwillingness before death were all frozen on their faces.
There was still a small piece of green skin in the loyal domestic dog's mouth, but the rest of the body below the head had been eaten clean by the battle wolf.
The old man who raised his pitchfork to protect his old boss had his head crushed.
The father, who had clearly been chopped in half, used the last of his strength to reach out and grab his wife and son.
The mother who was hugging her child had half her body smashed by a heavy weapon.
A baby who had been gnawed by an ogre until it no longer looked like a human.
These … were all done by the Orcs!
Jaina saw an Orc corpse covered in wounds. Beside the corpse were seven or eight fallen militia. It seemed that this was the only achievement of the village's militia.
The lack of food forced the Warsong Orcs hiding in the depths of the Forest of Tirisfal to attack the human settlements in the forest.
She could no longer control herself.
"Blergh … blergh …" The bread, pastries, and fragrant milk that she had eaten early in the morning were all vomited out by Jaina.
For the first time in her life, Jaina felt so uncomfortable.
The churning feeling in her stomach made her feel like she was going to vomit last night's dinner.
After vomiting for a while, until her stomach was empty, until she felt the coldness of death again, Jaina realized that if she did not do something, she would very likely become a cold corpse like them.
"I have to do something!" Jaina told herself.
Resisting the nausea and discomfort, Jaina stood up and forced herself to enter this Shuraba to find anything that could help her survive.
The Orcs took almost everything that could be eaten. They rudely broke into every room and smashed open the basement of every house.
Because of their huge size, they burst every door, turning every house into ruins full of holes.
Fortunately, Gianna found two thick blankets in a cupboard under the stairs, and then under one of the beds she found two hunks of brown bread that she had never looked at before.
She did not know how to make a living with flint, but fortunately, she was a qualified Earth Mage. She came to a messy basement, piled up the wooden blocks, and started a fire with a fireball spell. Then, she put a blanket under it and wrapped herself in it.
It was a little warmer this way.
After an unknown amount of time, she could no longer hold back her hunger. Finally, she boiled snow water in an iron pot and cracked open the black bread. After soaking it in the water, she forced herself to swallow it.
She would probably never forget the terrible taste for the rest of her life.
In a daze, she fell asleep.
She was woken up by the noise.
"Is anyone here? Is anyone still alive? "The standard Lordaeron accent was not something the Orcs could imitate. Jaina rushed out of the cellar in surprise and saw a group of Lordaeron cavalry.
"Praise the Holy Light!" The leader was obviously a Holy Knight. He had already given up hope for this destroyed town. He did not expect to find a survivor, and it seemed like it was the first noble lady.
"Oh! Thank you, Ancestor Soradin. "Jaina was also very excited.
She had long forgotten about surviving for 24 hours.
"How did you …" Before she could greet him, Jaina suddenly heard a strange, small sound.
"Whoosh —" Less than half a meter in front of Jaina. A cavalry beside her was shot in the neck by a wooden spear that came out of nowhere.
The impact of the spear was so strong that Jaina watched in shock as the tip of the spear entered from the left and came out from the right. It almost broke the cavalry's entire neck.
Looking at the tilted head and feeling the warm blood from the wound on the cavalry's neck, Jaina finally could not help but scream. "Ah —"
The Holy Knight raised his shield and blocked another spear. He shouted, "Orcs —"
This was Jaina's first Valentine's Day in her life, and it was also a bloody Valentine's Day.
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