Azeroth’s Death Track

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"Well"

At midnight, in a quiet Gilneas court, King Jean, who had been resting for a day, suddenly opened his eyes. He sat up from the bed and looked around silently, beside him, his beloved queen Mia, although the king also has his own lover, the feelings between him and the queen are also worthy of recognition.

The queen gave birth to his son Liam and daughter Tess, and dedicated almost all the best years of his life to Jean, a feeling that the hot-tempered king couldn't give up.

He walked out of the bed cautiously, without disturbing the queen. The king felt thirsty. He needed some water to moisturize his burning almost smoky throat. This is abnormal, but walking in the bedroom, Jean activity After taking a look at the arm, the body that had been groggy due to the flu in recent days seems to have completely recovered its energy.

"Wolf really has two brushes."

The middle-aged king smiled. He walked through the hallway of the bedroom without disturbing the attendants. He poured himself a glass of wine. In the dark, he drank the cold wine, but the thirst of his throat did not get any. On the contrary, the wine that was poured into the body was like pouring oil on the fire, making the heat in his body more obvious.

Even strange itching appeared on the skin.

"How is this going?"

The king's hands were resting on the table, and he suddenly felt a dizziness. Then came the sudden calm of his inner emotions, like a backlog of volcanoes. The burning emotions spewed out of his heart.

"Wow"

The bottle and glass filled with wine were swept to the ground by him. The sound of broken glass alarmed the people inside and outside the bedroom, and outside the door, the steps of the guard walking were so clear, King Jean stumbled forward one step until this It was only then that he discovered his anomaly. In the dark bedroom, everything in the darkness could be clearly seen. This is not normal!

This is not the vision that humans should have... and the anger rolling in his heart made him quickly unable to think about these problems. When the guard opened the door, he also struggled to stand up, in the mirror in front of him, Jean saw himself... saw his yellow, wolf-like eyes, his silver mane all over his body, and his wolf-like head.

He was sluggish, he looked down at his hands... that was a pair of claws and pads.

"Protect the King!"

The guard's roar of horror and rage sounded in the king's bedroom at this moment, followed by the sound of a scorching rifle, the projectiles darted through the dark air and lifted a wound on Jean's body, and In the Queen’s scream, under the stimulus of pain, His Majesty Jean, who could no longer control himself, roared towards the loyal guards, his eyes full of wild madness, but retaining the last trace of reason .

The silver-haired wolf looked back at the queen, who was tightly protected by the guards. He saw the horrified light in his wife's eyes. Jean shivered and stretched out his claws toward the queen, but the long guard waved his sword. The sword forced back, and in the increasingly noisy gunfire, Jean's body jumped more blood, and finally, he roared and flew a few guards, and in the **** air, he turned and broke The windows went into the darkness outside the palace.

A bleak wolf howling came and went in the middle of the night, and the gunfight in the king’s bedroom seemed to be a signal. In less than 10 minutes, the wolf men hiding in the entire Gilneas city ripped off the disguise, In the dark city, on the roof shrouded in night gauze, the wolves passed by in droves.

They didn't seem to think of hurting anyone. They were like a group of cursed people. On this moonlight night, they let out a howl to vent their dissatisfaction with fate.

The timid citizens trembling and hugging their wives and children, hiding under the bed and shaking, fearing that the werewolves would rush into the room and slaughter them, but no...these wolfmen did not To hurt the innocent, on the contrary, they went towards Gilneas into the military zone under the command of howling.

In that city, there were many patients who were infected with the werewolf plague and were about to be exiled, and there were many werewolves who were captured and about to be sentenced to death. They were going to rescue their compatriots and before returning from the defense, Control the city in your own hands.

But the Wolfs of the Wolf and Silver Pine Forest planned a offensive for several years, is that just the case? Is it just intimidating the nobles in Gilneas?

of course not!

On the same late night, far north of Gilneas and the junction of the Silver Pine Forest, under the wall of Greymane, which is nearly 20 meters high and divides the entire Gilneas in two, lives in Silver The werewolves in the pine forest area set off a terrible riot this night. They came out of the dark forest under the command of several leaders.

The eyes of those tall, beastly humanoids glowed in the dark. They screamed and yelled towards the defenders on the wall of Greymane. The defenders were very nervous. Dozens of cannons had been aimed at the werewolves roaring under the city. Just waiting for the northern lord who guarded the city walls, the hot artillery would send these monsters to hell.

"They can't bear it anymore?"

Guarded by the walls are Gilneas’ Duke of the North, Lord Dalius Crowley. As a Duke of the Kingdom, he originally ruled the vast lords north of the Greymane Wall, half of the Silver Pine Forest Within his territory, when the werewolf disaster broke out, the Northern Grand Duke lost most of his territory within a short time. For the safety of the entire country, the Grand Duke had to give up his ancestral land .

But he did not give up his responsibility. From the establishment of the Greymane wall to the present, the duke has been here, guarding the northern frontier of the country for King Jean. He has dealt with the wolf men countless times. Yes, but he has never seen these beasts as grumpy as tonight.

"This is for a reason, and it must be for a reason. The werewolves are not simple beasts. They have their own wisdom. It must have happened that we did not know, forcing these werewolves to start migrating south."

The Duke in armor stood on the tall city wall. He looked down at the dark ground. The roaring roars of the werewolves were very irritating, but this did not affect the Duke's thinking. The wall guard behind him quietly Say:

"Duke, will it be the smoke of the last few days? Do you remember? The smoke that escaped from the sky in the Tirisfal area is said to have experienced a large number of deadly movements there. Will they be disturbed by them? These werewolves?"

"possible."

Dalius touched his beard. After a while, he said in a deep voice:

"Please Master Laller!"

The guard behind the Duke immediately turned around and left. A moment later, in the howls of the werewolves, an old druid dressed in animal skin walked up the city wall under the **** of the guard. He looked like a night elf, he Appeared in Gilneas a year ago and helped defenders of the Greymane Wall several times to dispel the siege of werewolves, which is highly respected in this area.

But he has a weird temper and is not very willing to contact humans.

"Master Larel, the werewolves are crazy, can you dispel them as before?"

Duke Dalius said to the old Druid:

"Disperse them back into the Silver Pine Forest. We need them to stay there."

"It's hard."

The old Druid Larer closed his eyes and listened to the howls of the werewolves. After a while, he said to the Duke of Dalius: "The werewolves noticed the dark darkness in the northern air, and they were alarmed. They don’t want to go back to the forest because it’s not safe anymore."

Talking, the old druid sniffed, and he seemed to sniff something in the air.

"Even if I stand here, I can smell the smell of demons... Around 9000, they still came back. Their spies have been integrated into your world. Humans, werewolves are no longer a problem you need to worry about. "

"what did you say?"

The Duke of the North is an outright warrior. He loathes this kind of divine prophecy. He directly said:

"Undead breeds in the northern part of the Silverpine Forest. Gilneas needs the werewolves to block them in our country before dispersing them back into the forest, Master Laller, otherwise they will die under our gunfire."

"Ok?"

The Duke's straight speech made the old Druid's eyes narrow. The latter looked at the tall figure of the Duke, and he asked in a deep voice:

"You use werewolves as victims? Duke, do you need me to remind me that they used to be your people!"

"But they have become monsters, masters. I have no time to discuss these human nature problems with you. If you can't solve this problem, then I will use my way!"

The Northern Duke’s arm was raised, the doors of dozens of artillery on the city wall were opened, and the wolves seemed to feel the danger was approaching, and their roaring became even crazier.

And at this moment, the strange light was shining behind the duke. The Northern Grand Duke turned his head and saw the light of the transforming art wrapped around the old Druid Laller, but in a blink of an eye, a height was higher than him. A huge black shadow, two heads higher, appeared behind him, and became a werewolf, Larel. Yahuo stared at the Northern Grand Duke.

"You remind me of my stupid fellows 9000 years ago..."

The old night elf Druid twitched his teeth and said in a hoarse voice:

"9000 years ago, the devil’s dog legs, the half-demon Sutter ravaged my hometown, my compatriots had no way to attack them, it was me... I saw a new power from the ancient books, and was wolf The wild power given by Ling Godling, I accepted that kind of power with the victims who volunteered to do everything for their hometown!"

"Click"

The long sword in the hands of the Northern Duke was broken by a tall werewolf. His body was strangled by a powerful wolf, and he was caught in the air. Above the city walls, the black shadows of the ropes appeared strangely on the unprepared. Behind the soldiers, the Northern Grand Duke saw with his own eyes that his most trusted adjutant was also between the twists of his body, from a handsome human boy to a terrible werewolf.

This made him feel a sense of despair. How many of these strange guys can freely switch between humans and werewolves on his wall?

Larel Fanghuo caught the struggling Northern Grand Duke in front of his eyes, and the grim wolf yelled in a low voice:

"It was we who protected our hometown and people, but the stupid Malfurion banished us... but after a thousand years, when I returned to this world, I was very pleased to see that my heir, The creatures of the same strength as I accepted live and multiply on this land. They also found a way to truly control the wild power, and I was redeemed for it..."

"But you are too stupid, the nobles of mankind, the devil is coming, they will return to the world in a stalemate ten million years later, they will fulfill their unfinished mission tens of thousands of years ago, and kill the world and all life. .. you are so stupid, you can only see a limited future, but you can’t see what kind of sacrifices the victims have made for the future of this world."

"Without sacrifice, where is the victory?"

The wolf is moving its neck. In the battle of Sartre 9000 years ago, the night elf Druid who voluntarily accepted the wolf spirits and transformed into the world’s first werewolf roared up in the sky, and the light of the moon night spattered on him. For a moment, in the angry roar of the Duke, his body was thrown by Lalar from the 20-meter high wall.

"Become one of us, warrior, and soon, you will step on the battlefield with your fellow claws."

Speaking, the wolf's arm waved down fiercely. After a while, the fence of the heavy Greymane's wall was slowly opened in a difficult voice, and the wolf people who had waited for a long time rushed into this tall cheer. In the city walls, they rushed into their original homes.

"Go, the wolf people, and distribute the feral power of the wolf spirit to everyone who needs strength!"

Laller stood at the highest point of Greymane's wall. Under the moon's light, his figure became more and more dire:

"When the demons set foot on this land, they will face thousands of wild defenders with claws and fangs!"

"You will bring glory to this land!"

"Roar, **** teeth that never yield!"

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