Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"boom"

The Royal City of Gilneas was not quiet at night.

Explosions sounded one after another throughout the city, which happened to be at the time when Jean and Yahuo were holding a trance ceremony in the palace, and such precise explosion interference could only be done by professionals.

They detonated bombs in all directions of the ring-shaped royal city at the same time, attracting the werewolves in the city to different areas, so that the werewolves' numerical advantage in the city was spread out.

This unexpected chaos greatly affected Lelar Flamefang's mood.

The Archdruid, who had been imprisoned by Malfurion for more than nine thousand years, keenly sensed the smell of trouble, but he was unwilling to stop the ritual he had prepared for a long time.

He could feel that the weak wolf god Goldrinn in the Emerald Dream had been lured by the Scythe of the Moon as a bait, and the spirit of the wolf god was traveling through the dream to the city.

It may know this is a trap for it.

But it had to come.

In order to ensure that the ceremony would not be disturbed, Yanya sent out his elite sickle claw druids.

He thought he would be able to repel those damn assassins in this way, but within ten minutes, bad news came back to the palace.

"It's the Uncrowned One! It's the Uncrowned One under Black Shaw!"

A royal werewolf guard covered in blood lifted the blood-stained badge in his paws and showed it to Jean and Yahuo, who were ready to welcome the God of Darkness.

It howled:

"Those elusive assassins have set up positions in the city, and they are also supported by druids! Our front is being broken through quickly!"

"Druid? Impossible!"

Yahuo was startled and roared again:

“My followers who stayed in Kalimdor just reported to me yesterday that Moonglade and Mount Hyjal did not send any druids to the eastern continent!

The only druid organization here, the ridiculous Rende Society, has been destroyed by me myself!

Where else could there be other druids? "

"It's a bunch of damn fire druids, wolf herders."

The werewolf guard did not dare to neglect. It told everything it saw. It shouted:

"Those weird creatures are falling from the sky covered in flames, and our warriors will be drowned in the sea of ​​fire before our claws tear them apart.

They have a powerful leader, a female elf holding a flaming sickle!

Like a fire-breathing dragon, she summoned a storm of fire in the sky, burning our bravest forwards and the port to death! The port has also been invaded, Your Majesty.

That damn ghost ship!

The Nag'Fal, a shame that will never be forgotten by all Gilnean soldiers, destroyed our harbor defenses from beneath the sea.

The evil pirate Black Shaw is leading his pirates to land at the port, where they are setting fire to plunder wantonly and want to set the entire city on fire.

There’s more and there’s more”

"What else! Don't hesitate."

Jean frowned when he heard Black's name, and the Werewolf Kingdom scolded:

"Say! What else did you see?"

The werewolf guard covered in blood raised his head and glanced at His Majesty Jean. He whined and whispered like a scared puppy:

"It's Queen Mia. She is also among those pirates. She is like the leader of those pirates, but she has become very powerful! I saw it with my own eyes, Your Majesty.

I saw with my own eyes that your guard captain had his head blown open with Queen Mia's fist.

She was also carrying a big and scary halberd. She said she would come back to beat you, and she also announced in public that she would put a collar on you."

"Hahaha"

Hearing the bad news, Gene was not angry but raised his head and laughed. The werewolf king said proudly and proudly like crazy:

"As expected of my Mia, she deserves to be the wildest woman in this country. This is really what she can say, and only she dares to say such things."

"Is this the time to be proud? Gene, I think you are really crazy!"

Yahuo bared his teeth at the werewolf king.

He said with a gloomy face:

"I tolerated you letting your queen go. I know that she and the three children were the last weakness in your heart. But she came back again, obviously not taking your last mercy seriously.

Are you going to deal with this problem yourself?

Or should I put down what I'm doing and help you solve your last weakness? You're welcome, Gene. If you can't do it, I'll be happy to do it for you. "

"No need to bother Mr. Wolf Shepherd."

Jean moved his gray wolf-like body to stand up, and casually threw the Luna Scythe in his hand to Lelar Flamefang.

He popped out his sharp claws and said:

"You can continue the séance ritual. I will go over and terminate all ties between me and this world. If my Mia is unwilling to leave, I will make her my wolf queen and rule my empire with me.

Isn’t this what you want to see anyway? "

After saying that, Jean tore off the black cloak behind him, took his stabbing sword, put on a royal fire blunderbuss, and disappeared into the darkness with a group of capable werewolf warriors.

Yahuo watched him leave, shook his head with some disdain, and then ignored the chaotic explosions that followed one after another in the dark city.

He didn't care how many Uncrowned Assassins slipped into the city, or where those strange Fire Druids he had never heard of came from.

He just had to focus on his ritual tonight.

As long as Lykanthos the Growler comes to this world, all troubles will become a boost to the wolves, and he will even hope to see the stronger the comer, the better.

That means that their werewolf forms will become more powerful after being transformed.

Werewolves are not an undead scourge.

But their terrifying ability to transform curses is comparable to the endless sources of undead soldiers.

"Continue the ritual! Continue the summoning!"

Yahuo carried the Luna Scythe to the wide platform of the palace. In front of his eyes, the ancient Scythe Claw Druids were performing a mysterious ritual.

As Yahuo joined the ceremony holding the Luna Scythe, the energy floating under the night intensified several times in vain.

A strange sight like floating smoke also appeared in the center of the ceremony, just like a mirror swinging in the dark night, and what was reflected in the mirror was a giant black wolf roaring up to the sky.

The guy looked almost exactly like Goldrinn.

Except for the mane on his body, which is a darker black than darkness, and his eyes, which are chaotic and brutally bloody.

That is Lykanthos the Howler.

It possesses all the powers Goldrinn possesses, and is even stronger. It can be said to be a darkened version of the Wolf God Goldrinn.

It comes from another world, on the other side of the curtain of life and death.

At this moment when the balance of life and death has not been broken, it cannot come to the material world in a physical form, but now Yahuo has the Luna Scythe in his hands.

With the help of this weapon's mysterious connection with the wolf god Goldrinn, Lykanthos the Howler can devour and occupy Goldrinn. Coupled with the faith enshrined by the dark worgen of Gilneas, the powerful howler can use darkness to The form of the wolf god was reborn on this land.

This process has gone on so far that it is irreversible.

"Ooooooo!"

The low and distant howling of wolves echoed in the dark night of Gilneas King City. It was not the roar of Lykanthos, but the lamentation of Goldrinn.

The wolf god hiding in the Emerald Dream has already sensed the coming moment of disaster, but it has always been proud and has no intention of asking for help from others.

It has to fight alone against the evil spirit trying to possess it!

It is such an aloof wolf god. It would rather die in battle forever than let others see its weakness.

"Hahaha, you're scared, Goldrinn! You're scared!"

Lilar Flamefang held up the Scythe of the Moon in his hand. Amidst the howling dark wind, the old druid who was once the chosen one of Goldrinn yelled like crazy:

"Do you, even the undefeated, have such a fearful moment? Look, our fangs, which you call weak, have been able to touch you, now! Welcome the revenge of us followers who were ruthlessly abandoned by you.

Tonight, we will feed on you! "

"puff"

The moment Yahuo loudly shouted the declaration of victory, a muffled sound of a watermelon being smashed sounded in this dark and sneaky ceremony.

The old druid turned around suddenly and saw Black, wearing moonlight armor, pulling out the plundering blade from the twitching corpse of a sickle-claw druid whose head he had chopped off.

"Sorry to interrupt your fanatical ritual, but I just want to remind you that eating randomly is really not a good habit."

The pirate shook off the blood and flesh stained on the blade.

He looked up at Lyal Flamefang, and his attention was drawn to the Scythe of the Moon in his hand.

That thing is more like a mysterious ritual object for casting spells than a weapon. It has a long green wooden handle and a gorgeous staff handle, which is covered with natural runes that the druids are good at.

The tail end of the staff handle is inlaid with a snow-white barb blade, and the front end of the staff handle is integrated with a large and excessively large canine tooth in a natural way. The tooth is ground into a blade like a metal sickle, shining with a dark green color. The cold light.

The other end of the sickle blade is made into a crescent-shaped carving, and there is an energy ball suspended in it.

This scythe is filled with a sense of mystery, nature and wildness.

This is exactly the artifact that Genn discovered in an abandoned temple at the junction of Ashenvale and Felwood under the guidance of the Lord of War Odin.

"So, if you lose a tooth, you must go to the dentist in time. Losing your teeth carelessly will often lead to such bad consequences.

It would be terrible to be picked up by a group of lunatics. "

Blake looked at the old druid Yanya in front of him, and he complained:

“I guess when old Genn got it, he must have been filled with joy, feeling that Gilneas was finally saved, and that his country would definitely be reborn from the disaster.

But it turns out that picking things up is also a bad habit. Look what harm this thing has done to the Gilneans?

To be honest, when I first spread the werewolf curse in this country, I never expected that it would develop to this extent in just two years. It can only be said that His Majesty Jean is really talented in the aspect of 'rehabilitation'. "

"Blake Shaw?"

Lilar Flamefang was not afraid to see the legendary stinky pirate appear.

He held the Luna Scythe, and seemed to inhale substantial power in his deep breaths, causing his already huge and burly body to expand even more.

The light of battle shone in the black wolf's eyes, and he said:

"When I was sleeping in the Emerald Dream, I heard the wail of Xavius. The bastard who should have been killed by my own hands died in your hands.

You stole my prey!

But it doesn't matter, I like a hunter as powerful as you, which means I may have found a more suitable Howler Chosen than Genn Greymane, who is weak and unwilling to abandon his humanity.

Would you like me to take a few minutes to explain to you the Roaring Doctrine of Lycanthos? "

"No need."

The pirate yawned.

In the subsequent snap of fingers, the black and white swords, his twin inner demons and the two war beasts emerged respectively. He pointed to the sky and said to Lelar Yanfang:

"My boss will be unhappy if I listen to cult teachings casually, and once she is unhappy, I will suffer. Oh, by the way, there is something I forgot to tell you. There was a birth in the history of Kaldorei Mr. Yanya, the most terrifying cult leader.

It’s not just me and my herd that you have to face today.”

"puff"

The bursting blood rose at this moment, and the gloomy sky also illuminated a ball of bright moonlight at this moment, reflecting the sad traces of hot blood in the air.

The Druid of the Flame Fang, who disappeared like a ghost and then appeared from behind, touched his neck that was almost severed by a knife, and then glanced at the Watcher Warden Lady who appeared from the moonlight.

He no longer made any remarks, but clenched the Luna Scythe in his hand.

He might be able to deal with a Black, but add Maiev. Well, there is destined to be a bloody battle tonight or a soul coming to the material world as a gift from the Howler.

——

The palace is in action.

The interplay of moonlight and wolf howls plunged the entire city into more intense chaos.

Another battle was also advancing simultaneously on the streets leading to the city from the Royal City of Gilneas. The royal werewolf guards brought by Genn were blocked.

"Black Wolf" Arugao and "Swamp Witch" Hagatha, the "potential rising stars" of Fight Club, are using their brutal fighting power to clear the battlefield for their queen.

Queen Mia was throwing away the broken cane in her hand, and she looked at her husband Jean with fist marks on his face in front of her.

The latter moved its wolf kiss and spit out two broken teeth to the side.

He also looked at his wife.

His Mia is still as beautiful and seductive as before, as perfect as the dream lover that all men long for, but unfortunately, his wife is no longer gentle.

The force of the punch just now reminded Jean of the punch he received from Dai Lin in the Battle for the Supreme Warrior.

"The punch just now was for my son. What you are going to taste next is my anger."

Queen Mia reached out and grabbed the tattered coat that was torn by Jean's wolf claws. With the sound of the clothes breaking, she threw aside the rag in her hand, revealing the hunter leather armor she was wearing under the clothes. .

The queen also reached out to gather her long hair behind her head, and tied it back with a beautiful rubber band into a single ponytail that would not affect the fight.

She got this royal rubber band from little Rona.

"That's all you hurt me, you also tried to hurt my son and my daughter, Gene, you miserable stinky man really disappointed me.

So I regret to inform you that our marriage of over twenty years ended tonight, Gene.

It's not because I don't love you anymore.

But you have to win my love back.

This can be a bit difficult. "

Queen Mia pulled out the Gilnean-style hunting halberd from her back and hit the ground with a thud. A silver-gray steel-like luster flashed across her skin.

In just the blink of an eye, Queen Mia transformed from a gentle and lovely lady with long legs to a muscular vrykul woman with a round waist.

She is almost identical to Dai Lin's steel form, except that she doesn't have those strange war runes when Dai Lin transformed.

And her posture is decidedly purer.

After all, she was the queen who walked around in the Nalaksha Engine and completely awakened the ancient human genes in terrible pain.

She looked at the wolf king Jean in front of her. Under the latter's shocked gaze, she took out a chain made of Titan iron from her waist bag and hung it around her waist.

Like a hunting female Vrykul, she patted Steel's chest and said angrily to her "ex-husband":

"I think it's time for a change in the relationship between us. Do you still remember the story of Emperor Thoradin and the Black Wolf? We Gilneans use wolves as our symbol. Unfortunately, the wolves in this land have long been hunted.

But that's not a bad thing.

After all, we now have ‘new pets’ that can be tamed. "

A cold smile appeared on Mia's steely face. She hooked her fingers at Jean and said:

"Perhaps I have too much contact with that lunatic Blake, but I think the advice he gave me is really good, so I am going to challenge the impossible today!

come over!

Small dogs. "