Stormwind God

Rushing to the top of Mount Hyjal, at this time, the advent of the land of flames has not been completed. Although the atmosphere is tense, it still gives a feeling of room.

Therefore, in the open space next to the highest mountain hotel Nordasier, a rather funny scene appeared.

"Tyrand, what's wrong? Call me over in such a hurry." Duke hurriedly opened the portal with the Grizzly Brothers.

Tyrande, in a moon-white priest's robe, seemed unable to maintain her solemn and noble temperament, and the whole child was enchanted. No, it was a tone of tone. She half-covered her mouth and secretly pointed to the front: "You yourself Look."

In the open space, a huge white wolf pressed Varian's armor with one front leg, and half of his body stood upright.

Varian straightened his waist very hard, staring firmly at Godlin's huge wolf eyes.

It feels like he can give a relatively small Varian to the land by his big wolf's feet alone, and perform the act of "planting a king in spring and harvesting a lot of kings in autumn".

If it is dangerous, it is estimated that the two elves of Broll and Valera have long shed their hair.

Actually not.

The white wolf is naturally Godlin.

A canine that doesn't show its claws is at least not hostile.

Their conversation even made Duke feel like a mess and couldn't help laughing or crying.

Goldlin opened his mouth to Varian, his grey nose against Varian's breastplate.

"Shit! Call dad!"

"No!" Varian said with a black line.

"Believe it or not I eat you !?"

"Don't believe it!" A cross crisscross appeared on Varian's forehead.

"If you don't bark again, do you want to test if my teeth are sharp?"

"Go", two blue tendons.

"Huh! I didn't give you a bit of my soul at the beginning, you've already died in the doom!" Goldlin grinned.

"I'm the son of Varian Wrynn, the great storm king Ryan Wrynn! Goldlin! I respect your contributions, but that doesn't mean I will accept being a wolf's son!" Varian Already a thick red neck, it seemed that his patience was reaching the limit.

"What's so bad about being a demigod !?" Goldlin was also a little angry.

"If my father Lane was a demigod, I would be happy! But I am a human! Not a wolf!" Varian was stern.

Recognition of ancestors, of course, is the ancestor of mankind.

Well, if someone does n’t do it, run to be a beast?

Varian was desperately trying to figure out the big picture without making any effort on the spot. However, he didn't know what the wolf thought!

Thinking about the wolf's mind with human thinking is Varian's biggest mistake.

There, Tyrande squinted at Duke, who was snickering, and finally woke Duke, who wasn't serious about watching the lively.

Not only Tyrande, but even the remaining two of the Varian trio stared at Duke with a bit of grieving glances.

Wouldn't there have been so many moths since Duke caught Varian by name that day?

Duke glanced back at them: yes! Goldlin's urine is so curious. As long as the goods are fully resurrected, Varian will definitely be found.

The ghost called Varian inherited part of Godlin's soul. In the eyes of the wolf god, this is more smashing than smashing.

However, the end is still to end.

"Cough!" Duke coughed pretending.

In fact, Godlin also noticed Duke early in the morning. The purity of elemental energy in Duke's body is, in Godlin's eyes, the human torch in the night, and it is difficult to see it.

"Duke, come on!"

"Human! Without you, this is a problem for me and my son."

"Who is your son !?"

"you"

Duke shot suddenly.

Hold your hands flat and hold your palm down.

The next moment, the wolf **** felt very heavy, and it was a sense of condense that raised a finger, which was difficult.

[Slowdown] is not unusual.

[Slowdown] that can suppress demigods is a bit of a bunker.

Almost synchronously, Goldlin's lips covering his teeth turned up, revealing a wrong sharp fangs, his body slightly bowed, and he was ready to attack.

Whatever the reason, he was ready to attack this eventful demigod.

Duke smiled rather than smiled: "Varian, what is the **** of the wilderness, to be plain is the soul and the beast that has sublimated into the realm of the gods. Even if they utter words, they are still beasts. The beasts use the simplest method He just understands your will. Fight it! Use your current strength. I will let Goldlin's strength fall to your level. "

Immediately realizing that Duke was right, Varian didn't talk nonsense, just do it when he thought about it. On the spot, he took out his two famous swords, and Godlin narrowed his eyes.

"A fight? Very good! I will lower my strength. Human demigods, don't be troublesome." After that, Goldlin turned the huge wolf head: "And, Varian, I win After you, you will call my dad! "

"No! I will tell you with the sword I use, don't count on you forever!" Varian almost gritted his teeth.

Varian turned his left arm lightningly, and the [Shadow Ripper] slashed into Goldlin's Claws.

A wolf has never been a power creature, a wolf is agile.

Godlin hadn't cared a bit, and was going to eat Varian's sword with his demigod's body, but he found something wrong the next second. The abominable human demigod actually drained the elements of the surrounding space, which caused his physical toughness to drop significantly.

"You ..." For a moment, Godlin wanted to start with Duke.

"My name is Duke Marcus, the highest commander in the league today. I said, I will let you fight Varian for" fairness! "Accompanied by Duke's words like a puppet, the deities are displayed Among them is also the highest level of strength, Duke's debilitating [deceleration], unexpectedly suppresses Godlin's speed to the level of legendary heroes.

Duke was not a warlock, and there was nothing like the Curse of Weakness. Even if the speed of Godlin is weakened, the power of the wolf **** will not change much. And the body of the demigod is still the body of the demigod.

But that was enough for Varian.

Even in the violent battle with dual wields, there is still this kind of magical acrobatics.

Instead of attacking at the beginning, Varian flipped his swords and scored Godelin five layers [Armor].

One person and one wolf, so they fought in the open space next to the hotel. This battle was really dark.

Tyrande frowned. "Let's just let them fight?"

Duke shrugged: "What can I do, when Varian lost his memory and became a slave gladiator, he accidentally picked up the wolf god's soul fragment and perfectly integrated it. Who can blame this?" 8)