Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1395 28. Come Tyrande! Someone stole your lines!

As Goldrinn bit off the neck of the howler who was close to materialization, and gave the dark wolf god a "guillotine", Lycanthos's mournful cry rolled over the Gilneas royal city like thunder. .

It was like a horn and an alarm bell, making those werewolves who were still madly attacking the Uncrowned seem to wake up suddenly at this moment.

Their eyes looked around in panic, as if a hypnotized person suddenly woke up at a certain moment, and only then realized what happened. The death despair from the growler was also reflected in the hearts of these guys by the connection of faith.

It didn't even take the tired Uncrowned to fight back, the werewolves howled and scattered.

They run under the moonlight, constantly whining like a puppy after being bullied, and even want to run with their tails between their legs, but unfortunately they don't have tails.

Well, the werewolves in Gilneas do not have tails, which makes them look a little weird.

In short, this scene stunned the uncrowned for a few seconds, and then a cry of victory echoed in the positions of these assassins.

They won!

Just like before, led by Master of the Uncrowned Master Bu Laike Shaw, they faced off against a whole city of crazy werewolves and a dark evil god from outside the realm and came out victorious.

The dark future of the entire Gilneas, and even the entire northern border, was changed by them with their own hands and weapons this night!

This is the kind of victory that the Uncrowned have been seeking, the kind that will help them strengthen their will in the dark, serve the light, and find their creed.

This is the pursuit and meaning of these assassins who joined the Uncrowned in the first place.

Amidst the cheers, the exhausted Tao Shi sat down on the blood-stained ground. She looked at the fleeing werewolves and recalled the previous battles. For a moment, she felt that the outside world was really "wonderful" .

Even a little too exciting.

If I went back to my hometown and told the Shado-Pan monks that they killed an evil god tonight when they were surrounded by tens of thousands of crazy werewolves, those guys would definitely say that they were bragging.

but this

This is the daily life of the uncrowned.

Braike also looked at those assassins who were enjoying the victory with gratified and proud eyes. He picked up his pipe, threw the dark aura belonging to Lycanthos into the anima container, and put his hands on his hips. Maiev said:

"To be honest, when I called out to them, I thought it would be nice to have hundreds of people respond to my call, after all, I just did the most evil thing in the Kingdom of Stormwind.

But do you know how happy I was when I saw more than two thousand people come to Gilneas King City at my call?

This proves that I'm not angry yet. "

The pirate snorted triumphantly, exhaled smoke rings and said:

"I don't have to envy your watchers anymore, Maiev, I also have my own 'watchers', these people are the real 'uncrowned' in my imagination.

They think when others blindly follow the mainstream; they act when others fear the dark.

They hide in every corner of this world, walking cautiously in the dark, and serving the light with hope. Ah, I can finally face them proudly and speak out the creed that belongs to me in my heart.

All things are false, all things are permitted."

This very compelling sentence obviously calmed Maiev.

She couldn't help thinking about it even if she didn't want to pay attention to the crazy stinky pirate, and then she felt Bu Laike's arm around her waist, and a whisper sounded in her ear.

The pirate asked in a low voice:

"Before I wanted to ask, you have practiced the Way of the Moon Night God of War for ten thousand years, why are you still not in a complete state? What is it that you lack that prevents you from being able to match the power of the black moon.

Come tell me, maybe I can help you. "

"You can't help!"

Maiev shook her head and stopped discussing this topic. By the way, she broke away from Bu Laike's hand and said:

"You should take care of yourself. Look at Gene. He seems very angry. He is going to beat you. I've heard the story between you and him. This is probably the last battle tonight.

The feud between you and the Kingdom of Gilneas is over.

Come on, Boo Laike.

I'll stand by and watch you get beaten by an angry werewolf, and if he beats you well, I'll give my applause. "

"You have had too much contact with me, and you would not have said such things before."

Boo Laike curled his lips, patted Maiev on the buttocks, and said:

"Go, the men are going to fight like wild animals, and the women stay and go."

Madam Warden took a step back, disappearing into the quiet night under the moonlight, and Bo Laike glanced at his fingers, sure enough, armor is the most annoying thing.

There is really no touch at all.

"Congratulations, Gene, you finally climbed out of the quagmire of failure, you finally crossed the long road in the dark, and you finally found the salvation you wanted at the end of repeated defeats."

Bu Laike took down his pipe and looked at the gray wolf Gene who was approaching him aggressively with a luna sickle in front of him. He tilted his head, squeezed his eyes and said:

"Although this rescue is still delivered to you by the hands of my miraculous person, your Gilneas is saved.

Goldrinn blessed your country, and a group of separatist factions headed by Godfrey were also destroyed by your general tonight, and the neighboring countries that are eyeing you have seen the power of werewolves, and no one can despise Gilneas.

All problems have solutions.

Queen Mia, whom you sent out on your own initiative, is also walking towards the throne with my help. Everything you planned has been realized, and you can finally let go of the burden in your heart.

There are so many things to be happy about, why bother with a sour face?

Just smile. "

"You know everything?"

Gene flicked the Luna Scythe in his hand, and the blood-stained gray wolf showed a ferocious smile, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I thought I was hiding it well."

"The moment Mia appeared on my island, I knew what you were planning!

Do you think I'm eating dry rice? I can guess these little ideas of yours with the heels of my feet, and I can help you complete your ridiculous schemes by the way. "

The pirate sneered and said:

"I guess when you got the Moon God's Scythe, you found out that the Lailal Flame you released was not a good thing, but you have already held the sickle, and with the help of this wild holy object, Lycanthor S noticed.

It's too late for you to pull back.

So you decide to follow the trend and play a big wave.

Pretending to be a bewitched wolf king, pretending to be immersed in desire, allowing the sickle claw druids to amplify the werewolf curse and create a dark herd.

If they can succeed, you will have the entire northern frontier, and the conquest of the Scytheclaws will expand the territory of Gilneas to the human empire in its full glory.

If they can't do anything, it's nothing more than death.

Anyway, I think you have tried so many methods but you can't curb the growth of the werewolf curse. You have long realized that the coexistence of Gilneans and wolves is the general trend of the future.

Taking this opportunity to let the scythe claws act as villains for you, and completing the werewolf expansion without your hands may save you from having nightmares at night.

What a cunning and cowardly fellow. "

For Braike's statement, Genn did not agree or refute. He just held the Luna Scythe in his hand like a warrior. Divine power filled the void.

The power of the moon and the wolf grew in Jin's body, which made him no longer weak.

But Laike's analysis is not over yet.

It can be seen from his eyes that he actually appreciates Gene's operation in this wave, which is the look of a hateful schemer looking at the same kind.

Much like the way Velen looked at Bo Laike.

That's a compliment to your peers.

"You let Queen Mia and your children go on purpose, and you are not the only ones who let go. Lord Godfrey and those stubborn guys who have been resisting the coexistence of humans and werewolves can escape from the royal city because of your secret contribution.

You need them to get out and bring together all the destabilizing factors that prevent Gilneas from becoming the 'land of wolves', like tonight's showdown in the boreal forest.

Sweep out those future unstable factors, kill them, or transform them into the werewolves they hate the most, and let them become part of the new nation.

Who will attack his own countrymen?

Who would betray their own class?

If the enemy is stubborn and unwilling to surrender, and it would be a pity to kill them, we should find a way to turn them into "one of our own"! "

Braike glanced at the Wolf's Edge in his hand, and then at the Luna Scythe in Gene's hand. These two weapons are related to Goldrinn. Now that he has been "hated" by Goldrinn It is a bit inappropriate to use this war halberd again.

He waved his black and white swords and called them, and folded them into a sharp Salamani. While taking out his carefully prepared poisonous ointment and applying it to the blade, he said:

"You are ruthless enough in this matter, Gene, you have no feelings for those guys, you are as cold as a wild wolf staring at the throat of its prey, and this is the part I admire the most.

You cleverly took advantage of their stubbornness and let them send themselves into the trap you prepared. Of course, I also contributed to it.

I am happy and honored to do so.

But to complete all your dark plans there must be no weak spots, Mia, Liam, Tess and little Rona, these four are your last weak spots with your most loyal brother Lord Darius.

So you send them out.

I don't know if you chose me in the first place, but there is no doubt that you wish to preserve the last spark for the humans of this country outside of Gilneas.

If your plan succeeds, your rule over the dark wolf kingdom as a puppet of Lycanthos and Ralaar Burnfang will mean the 'destruction' of Gilneas.

Mia and her children can rebuild Gilneas outside the realm.

If you fail, if you die, then Mia and the children are your last 'backups'.

They have enough legitimacy and blood support, your people will accept them as the new rulers, and the best part is, you bear all the dark infamy for them, leaving them a weak but clean Gilneas.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu whom I would shed a few hypocritical tears for your spirit of sacrifice. "

The pirate glanced at the elven sword in his hand, which was shining coldly under the moonlight. He raised it with one hand and pointed at the gray wolf Jean in front of him.

He rolled his eyes and said:

"But you won your bet, my dear old Gene.

With my help, you not only achieved your set goal, you even 'earned' the favor and protection of an orthodox demigod for your country and people.

You have won.

It's a pity, I really hate others prostitution of my intelligence, even if you didn't mean it, and I took the initiative to jump into this plan, it's the same.

After all, I have contributed my wisdom to your country.

So, according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, you must pay me enough to satisfy me. I decided to make your wife a queen. I have arranged everything, and I have discussed everything with her.

Whether you like it or not, you have to step down under the name of 'incompetent', 'faint' and 'tyrant'. "

"I am willing, I will accept this result willingly."

With a savage grin on Genn's werewolf face, he grabbed his weapon and said to Boo Laike:

"But before I step down, I get to deal with the last troubles of Gilneas as king, and I have to clear all obstacles for my wife."

Faced with this provocation, Laike shrugged his shoulders, turned the sharp blade in his hand slightly, and let out a crisp sharp blade hiss.

Jean's provocation and war at this time undoubtedly angered the uncrowned who would be bursting with pride. Even without the call of Braike, one after another assassins entangled in the bloody aura were in the shadows. show up.

Within a few seconds, Jean was surrounded.

They wore masks, but the weapons in their hands and the piercing eyes meant that they didn't want Genn to disturb the rest of Master Bo Laike who led them at this time.

"Retire! This is a personal grievance."

The pirate whispered:

"Stay quietly and watch, assassins, cheer for me or mourn for me."

The assassins spread out without the slightest hesitation. They formed a silent battlefield on a desolate platform. Outside the battle circle, Goldrin lay prone in the moonlight.

Its tail swayed, and a pair of lonely eyes looked there.

It really didn't want this rotten stinky pirate to leave Gilneas unharmed tonight, and he was bewitched by him to lose the most important thing, so he also left some regrets here.

Everything in the world is exchanged at equal value!

The moonlight was lingering, and under the moon Maiev appeared on the height of the ruins of the palace. She sat against the background of the moon, and rarely took out a bottle of fruit wine from her hand.

Maybe it's been too long with Bo Laike, but since it's just a matter of watching, how can it be without good wine?

"Speaking loudly, old Genn, that's not the kind of ambition a man your age should have. There were many before you who claimed they would put an end to the evil wisdom of Bu Laike Shaw.

There are men and there are women, there are light and there are darkness, there are warriors and there are cowards.

Unfortunately, no one can do it. "

Bo Laike's finger slid across the blade, hooked his finger towards Genn in the last spark, and said:

"Come on! False king Gene, all the grievances between me and you Gilneas will be settled tonight. As the last person in the era of failure, let's see how you are different from those losers? See how your delusional fantasy can Will it come true today? Let's see if Lord Goldrinn's incompetent anger can use your hand to hurt me?"

Warrior Genn accepted the challenge, anger echoing through him.

Probably because of the complete mastery of the werewolf's wild power, Jean's anger has also undergone a qualitative change, and the blood-red power condenses into a roaring wolf head around the big bad wolf king.

It looks extremely strange, but also extremely intimidating, very much like the killing intent of the angry ghost face of Hellscream.

He stared at Bo Laike with his gray eyes mixed with red bloodshot eyes, spun the scythe in his hand, turned into a blood shadow and rushed towards the pirate, he roared in the tone of the werewolf king:

"No! Lord Goldrinn bestowed upon me its power, and what you will taste is my wrath!"

(end of this chapter)