Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 950 46. There is always something more important than victory (Part 1)——New Year's update, happy new year【915】

Gilneas Royal City, today is another bad rainy day.

The torrential rain poured down from the sky and slapped on the ground of the city, as if it was going to wash the whole city from the beginning to the end. The water flowed down the gutter, making a clattering sound, forming a lively rhythm with the sound of raindrops. accompaniment.

There are few pedestrians on the street.

No one would choose to go out on such a rainy day. This kind of weather is most suitable for staying at home, spending time with family members, or reliving the romance of youth with the yellow-faced woman at home.

It is also very suitable for old people to sit at the edge of the shelter and hold a diary to recall the past.

Or describe to impatient grandchildren how many times they have told their past.

For the people of this country, they have long been used to the bad weather here.

Compared with the reason they used to be accustomed to rainy days, the people of Gilneas now have a better reason to welcome the rainstorm: in such bad weather, the werewolves in the forest will not come out to "walk".

This means that people in cities can sleep soundly tonight without having to tuck a loaded shotgun under their pillows.

However, I heard that new troubles have appeared in Keel Harbor and the places near the coastline recently, and some evil things like ghosts are breeding in the ocean.

The king has sent paladins there, but it is said that the situation is not optimistic.

so.

What the hell happened to Gilneas?

Why does this country seem to have been plunged into a terrible disaster overnight, and no matter how hard it tries, it can't see the end of the disaster?

Could it be that this is really the punishment of the gods?

Genn Greymane was standing by a window of the royal palace, he was looking at the heavy rain outside the window, and he was also thinking about this question in his heart. But alas, the gray-eyed, gray-haired king had no answers.

The situation is really bad.

Gene rubbed his forehead.

He allowed the Rende Society to be active in his own country, and those druids did help. They drove the werewolves back to the dark forest, but that was all.

The Rendehui couldn't find a way to curb the werewolf curse, so they could only watch the werewolf tribe in the forest grow stronger day by day.

Those extreme animal protectors have begun to let go of their eccentric dignity and persistence, and ask for help from Moonglade, asking their compatriots to retrieve the Luna Scythe as quickly as possible.

Otherwise, the plague of werewolves in Gilneas will usher in a terrible outbreak at some point in the future.

The druids couldn't imagine what kind of scenes would happen once those werewolves rushed out of the forest.

Gene couldn't even imagine it.

But he didn't give up on solving the problem.

Jean is not a good man or a good king in the conventional sense. He is cunning, treacherous, penny-pinching, and occasionally plays tricks. He is not pleasing to all human kings.

He also escaped the war in Dalaran, and was very dissatisfied with the various expenses of placing orc captives in the alliance, and even wanted to quit the alliance at one point.

But the outbreak of the werewolf disaster forced Jean to seriously consider the issue of "king's duty".

He has really worked hard.

Even to the point of going to the doctor in a hurry, the Holy Light Church, the Benevolence Society, and even the tide sages, as long as there is useful power, he is wooing them and letting them try.

It's a pity that it has little effect.

Gene is tired, but he has to carry on.

Not just for his own people and his throne, but also for himself, as a king who actively contracted the werewolf curse, he is fighting against his bestiality every day.

He knew very well that as long as he admits defeat once, Genn Greymane will die, and the one who dominates this body will become the ghost of a wild beast.

He is praying for his country, and he is praying for himself.

"You should go to rest."

Queen Mia's worried voice came from behind.

Gene said without looking back:

"You should stay away from me."

This answer was a little cold, making it impossible for the queen to express her concern.

There was silence in the room until a few seconds later the queen said angrily:

"You can't keep avoiding us like this, Gene, you haven't seen the kids in months! Liam asked me if his father didn't want him.

How do you ask me to answer? "

"I am here to protect you."

In the gloomy sky outside the window, amidst the noise of heavy rain, Gene raised his hand, looked at his fingers, and said:

"I don't want to hurt you, I'm afraid I will. In every nightmare, that monster named 'Jen' laughs wildly over your dead bodies.

It's provocative, and I must fight it! "

"You're just running away! Running away from your responsibilities to us in the name of the country."

Queen Mia was not the kind of delicate and noble young lady. This sturdy queen strode over and grabbed Gene's hand, trying to pull him over, but Gene threw him away.

The king withdrew his hand as if touching coals.

This action stunned the queen for a moment.

Then, looking up at her husband, she said:

"Your biggest mistake was not taking the pressure on yourself, Gene, you're trying to be a good king, I understand, but it's not something you can fix by giving up your family.

You are afraid that you will hurt us, but I am not.

I trust my husband will always protect us, you need pillars to give you strength during the challenges of that roaring beast in your heart"

The queen waved her hand, and the servants in the palace quickly left here and closed the door.

Mia took off her coat, threw it on the ground, unbuttoned her clothes, hugged Jean from behind, and said in the ear of her trembling husband:

"I haven't felt you in three months, Gene."

"Do not"

Gene tremblingly wanted to push away his blushing wife, he said:

"I won't be able to control it and it will tear you apart."

"Do you know?"

Queen Mia stuck out her tongue and tapped Genn's earlobe lightly, she said:

"If you kill me, that's my choice. Are you the king of Gilneas, or a coward? Are you a warrior, or a coward?

If you don't give me something to satisfy me today, I'm going to get drunk in a bar tonight and hand me over to the first man I meet.

Gene, I'm not kidding you!

You know I can do it. "

"You're playing with fire!"

The king turned around and stared fiercely at his wife, who had already unbuttoned her corset. She looked at Gene with flaming eyes, twitched her fingers and said:

"Yes, I am a woman who plays with fire, how are you going to punish me?"

"Aw!"

A deep roar sounded in the palace, followed by the sound of clothes being broken.

As it turns out, Gene underestimated his own will, and it turns out that occasional relaxation helps relieve the dreaded stress.

Queen Mia got what she wanted and gave her husband what he desperately needed.

Jean didn't turn into a werewolf on his own indulgence.

Although the bastard had been tempting him to rip the neck of the woman in front of him who dared to provoke him the whole time, Genn finally defeated it in another way.

In the ambiguous aftertaste, the king and queen embraced and whispered in a messy palace, but soon there was a knock on the door, and the king's most loyal guard said outside the door:

"Your Majesty, Lord Ke Luo Lei has returned."

"Ok?"

Gene's eyes widened in an instant, and Queen Mia beside him pushed him, and said in a tired and lazy tone:

"Go, Darius must have brought good news, let me rest, you bloody beast."

"Ok."

The king kissed the white forehead of this woman who would fascinate him forever, got up, got dressed, and pushed the door out. A moment later, he saw Da, who was wearing an elf hood to cover his body tightly. Lius · Crow Lei.

The latter has a pair of dark green eyes under the hood.

Upon seeing Jean, the lord's long nose twitched, showing a shocked expression.

"Gene, you."

"I just want the people not to be afraid of them. I try to overcome it. The druids are helping me, just like they help you."

The king gave a wry smile. In front of his closest brothers, he stopped pretending and said:

"I really underestimated the power of this curse. If it wasn't for my Mia, I'm afraid... Fortunately, I persisted, but its animal nature is getting stronger day by day.

I have to find a way before it gets out of control. "

"That's what I'm coming back to tell you, Gene, I've found a way."

Lord Darius had apparently regained his sanity. He stretched out his gray-white claws towards Jinn. Behind the claws, the light of the runes shone.

He said to a puzzled Gene:

"During my time in Moonglade, I prayed to every god I could think of, and only one answered me.

Odin the Lord of War

He promised me that if Gilneas' bravest warriors could prove themselves in a test of strength, he would give us the power to undo the curse.

He speaks so well that I have begged to join that trial.

It's about to start.

Jin, I originally wanted to find a powerful warrior in the country to accompany me, but since you also have the power of the curse, then I want you to go with me.

You must go with me. "

"Odin?"

Gene narrowed his eyes, he thought of the heroic spirits in the Burning Plains and the Dalaran War, the sacred and majestic power made him hopeful.

"it is good!"

The king didn't hesitate too long, he looked at the heavy rain falling from the sky behind him, and said:

"I've searched for so many, I've pleaded for so much strength, it doesn't matter if I have one more. The trials of warriors? I was not a good warrior

Maybe, I can change from now on.

I don't know if it's too late? "

——

Tol Barad Island, a cabin in the woods outside the Bladefist Arena.

This is the quietest place on the noisy pirate island. It is in a remote forest, a small courtyard that is not disturbed, it seems to be a forgotten place.

There lives a taciturn orc, who is not a pirate, does not participate in any activities on the island, and even rarely wants to go out.

The yard he built himself is like a cage he built, trapping himself here.

Few people know the name of the orc living here, but those pirates who know his identity always discuss him with a tone of awe.

They nicknamed him "The Slayer".

It is said that it was because he had fought demons, and slashed those terrible demons like melons and vegetables, and it was also rumored that this eccentric orc was one of the strongest on Tol Barad.

But the rumors from the outside world did not affect the life of the orcs here.

It was as if he had hibernated, living contentedly in his small courtyard.

until today.

The orc who was chopping wood was bare-chested, revealing those terrible scars on his body.

If scars are men's medals, then this orc has so many medals that it can make little Xingxing sad when he sees it, and a certain Xunzong tears when he hears it.

But that represented the past, and now he was like an ordinary orc swineherd.

He even actually has a few pigs in his backyard.

These orcs are really good at raising pigs.

It was true of Eitrigg, and it is true of this orc now. Well, speaking of Eitrigg, I don't know what that old orc did under Red's command?

I heard that he has been awarded the title of Overseer by Red.

"Snapped"

The thick tree root was split into four by the not-so-sharp woodcutter in the hands of the orc. He picked up another piece of firewood again, and was about to chop it down when he suddenly looked behind him.

At the gate of the small courtyard, another orc emerged from hiding.

He was also naked, wearing the battle dress of the Burning Blade Clan, with a battered battle flag and a heavy-blade knife behind his back, and these two one-handed swords were still missing at his waist.

A red elemental rosary hangs around his neck, and his white hair is tied back in a ponytail.

Dressed like this, he looked like a Fire Blade Sword Master.

The last guy in the vanished clan who was actually awarded the title of Juggernaut but chose to go into self-imposed exile.

"I'm going to participate in a warrior's trial."

The orc sword master Samuro who came to visit didn't waste any time, and said directly:

"I have been invited, and if I can shine in that trial of the greatest group of warriors in the entire world, then the humiliated reputation of the Burning Blade clan can be washed away, and our shame can be turned into glory.

As the last two Burning Blade Masters, I want you to come with me, Lantrisor! "

"No! Go away."

Transriso Burning Blade gave a straightforward answer.

He said:

"The blade of the flame is stuck in the pigsty, you can get it yourself, don't bother me."

"It's not a question of whether you want it or not."

Samuro shook his head and said:

"I didn't come for Sancxo, I came for you, Lantrisso.

You can hate the Burning Blade, but you're one of us, and you can choose not to pay attention to all things related to it, but you can't lie to yourself.

This trial is just the beginning, the demons have landed in Dellano, and the holy land of Havalo needs warriors to protect it.

I've assembled a group of young people there, but it's not enough.

They need a leader to command them, and you are the most qualified tactician I know to be a commander. I am just a prodigal son, and I am used to fighting alone.

I cannot lead them.

You may give up the name of the Burning Blade, but at least you should answer the call of your home.

If we kids of Dellano stop fighting for it"

"boom"

The chopping knife perfectly separated the firewood at hand, Lantresor Burning Blade moved his shoulders, and he said:

"I'm already a pirate."

"So?"

Samuro asked.

"You asked me to do something, how about the reward?"

Lanteroso grinned and asked:

"You can't let me do it for nothing, can you?"

"what would you like?"

Samuro's tone was not very friendly, and Lantrisso threw away the hatchet in his hand. He looked back at the genius in the clan, and he grinned and said:

"I want your knife!"

"You are provoking me, you know the significance of a sidearm for a sword master, you know"

"Yes, I know, that's why I want your knife."

Lantrisso spread out his hands and said:

"The Flameblade Sanksu is yours, I don't need it any more than I don't need the last name 'Blade'. If there's one thing I've learned from Braike Shaw, it's that I should Same goodbye to the past.

I don't have to satisfy myself by pleasing those idiots anymore, and I won't punish myself with your stupidity, let alone cowardly self-exile like you.

From now on, my name is Lantresor Havergan!

To hell with your burning blade.

I want your knife!

give it to me.

This is the best reward for a mercenary.

Then, let's go kill the Quartet in Odin's Trial. "

(end of this chapter)