Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Blake planned to go to Howling Wolf Valley to see if he could meet old Jean and give him a good beating. But it turns out that Black's luck is really bad when there is no little fishman around.

After taking over Goldrinn's job and getting permission from the Moon Goddess, the pirate was about to start a big fight, but he received disappointing news from Thessaly Black Crow.

"Jean and Darius have left Ashenvale."

Miss Black Crow, who ran around the Howling Wolf Valley, quickly brought back the exact news.

On the way to the place where werewolves were causing trouble, the black-feathered falcon folded its wings and fell from the sky, landing accurately on the arm of the smelly pirate. She said to the pirate in her spiritual connection:

“I found traces of their stay in Howling Wolf Valley, but it was already left several days ago.

I stopped by the nearby Silver Wing Sentinel sentry post and learned from my tribe that five days ago, people suspected of being Jean and Darius traveled south through the Ashenvale Forest to the Barrens.

According to their speed, they might have boarded the goblin merchant ship heading back to the eastern continent at Jingtooth City on the coast of the Barrens. "

The black crow shook the falcon's head and said to Black:

"There is nothing of value in the Howling Valley now except for a group of wandering ancient werewolves and the wolves summoned by them.

Those werewolves should have been accidentally summoned by Jean after he got the Scythe of the Moon.

I have to send this news back to Moonglade. Even if the Scythe of the Moon is gone, these werewolves still need to be dealt with immediately, otherwise the disaster of Gilneas will happen again in Ashenvale. "

"Go ahead."

Black curled his lips in disappointment, and said to Hisari Black Crow:

"By the way, let's confirm whether the werewolf seal in the Emerald Dream is still stable. Jean is a warrior, he doesn't know how to cast spells, and it is impossible for the Scythe of the Moon to teach him the spell to summon werewolves.

I highly doubt that those ancient werewolves broke the seal and escaped on their own.

Gene just took the blame.

This is a terrible thing.

That means that the Scytheclaw Druids from nine thousand years ago will reappear in the material world, and that idiot Genn actually brought the 'key' to guide them back to Gilneas.

Does this old guy think his country isn't 'lively' enough now and plans to do the ultimate Gu raising? "

The stinky pirate showed a terrible expression that made him dumbfounded. He pinched his teeth and said:

"The Gilneans are really unlucky to have such a king."

Miss Black Crow was a little dissatisfied with the mean pirate's comments.

But she couldn't deny the fact.

Genn Greymane is indeed fulfilling his necessary obligations as a king to his subjects, and he really works hard to eliminate the werewolf scourge.

But his luck was really bad, and he was a bit sick and wanted to seek medical treatment.

The harder they work, the more the already chaotic situation in Gilneas will slip to the edge of getting worse.

"You go directly to the coast of Azshara to rendezvous with the Nagfar."

Blake stroked the beautiful feathers of the black-feathered falcon and said to Hisari, who was about to spread her wings and fly:

"If they have arrived at the predetermined location, remember to ask them to summon me there. I will go to the Howling Valley to take a look at the situation of the ancient werewolves. I am too lazy to use my own legs to cross the Gray Valley Forest."

"Um."

Miss Black Crow responded, swooping into the sky and flying towards the Moonlight Woodland.

Blake took his bodyguard Tur Raging Claw, and the two continued to climb towards the Howling Wolf Valley ahead while talking and laughing. They soon discovered many signs of monster activity in this increasingly quiet jungle. .

These signs indicate that the closed valley in the middle of Ashenvale Forest bordering Felwood is definitely very "busy" these days.

This forest is inaccessible because it was contaminated by demonic blood during the Battle of Satyr, so no elves live here.

This has always been a paradise for beasts.

Black knew that the druids of the Cenarion Order had set up a camp not far from this woodland to observe the traces of local beasts in Ashenvale and some of the characteristics of natural changes.

It is also the only way to get to Felwood, which is becoming increasingly dangerous. As Blake and Tull got closer to Howling Wolf Valley, the pirates soon discovered that the information previously reported by Hisari Black Crow was somewhat incomplete.

The mysterious werewolves and packs of wolves entrenched in Howling Wolf Valley should not be the current main "defense issue" for the sentinels of Ashen Valley.

"Look at these demon corpses. Damn it, there must have been a massacre here."

Black held his nose, and in an abandoned and burned camp in the forest, pointed at the charred black body of Sartre on the ground, and said to Tur Raging Claw behind him:

"It must have been the local werewolves that attacked them. What a terrible attack."

The Bear Warrior squatted on the ground and poked at the demon corpses on the ground. He quickly discovered that these satyr demons had horrific claw marks on their bodies before they were burned.

This proved Black's judgment.

These large numbers of satyr demons who came from Felwood and caused chaos in Ashenvale died at the hands of werewolves.

As the pirates and bear warriors get closer to the peaks of Howling Wolf Valley, they have a more accurate grasp of the whereabouts of these local wandering werewolves.

Blake discovered that these warlike and crazy werewolves did not take the initiative to attack the nearby elven outposts.

On the contrary, the first thing they did after breaking through the seal from the Emerald Dream and returning to the material world was to clear out the camps of several satyr demons entrenched near the "Howling Wolf Valley".

He also set fire to burn everything left by the devil.

The werewolves did not cooperate with the Sentinels, but they did adopt a "kill them all" attitude to deal with the local demons.

Counting the ruins and corpses Blake saw in the forest along the way, hundreds of satyr demons died under the claws of the werewolves in just a few days.

It is probably because of the abnormal activity of these werewolves that there is no large-scale demon camp near this mountain peak.

The fighting between werewolves and demons greatly reduced the defense pressure on the Gray Valley Sentinels.

Those satyr demons came to this area from the depths of Felwood, probably to block the Ashenvale sentries to support the battle in Felwood.

Unfortunately, the unlucky demons died before they could escape.

They didn't know that they would run into the dark werewolves who were "training" here, nor did they expect that they would be harvested by a wave of old opponents from nine thousand years ago.

But no one cares about the feelings of the satyr demons.

They deserve to die.

"I'm going to grab a few 'tongues' and come back. Don't move around here."

At the edge of the peak of Howling Wolf Valley, Blake spread out his senses to observe the quiet and cold hills in front of him. He sensed many wild forces moving in it.

He turned around and said something to the Bear Warrior bodyguard. Turben thought about following him, but after taking one look at his growing figure, he had no choice but to give up the idea.

The divine power of Narlorak, the wild bear, strengthened his strength while weakening his agility. Tur became stronger and stronger, but he was no longer suitable for actions that required delicate skills.

This made the bear warrior feel sad.

But it didn't matter, his brute strength soon came in handy.

"boom"

In less than five minutes, the stinky pirate accomplished his goal. He emerged from the quiet shadows and threw a tied up small werewolf in front of Tur's eyes.

The werewolf with blood-red eyes was struggling, but it was extremely uncomfortable being tied up with a special rope by Black and could not exert any strength at all.

This "ancient werewolf" is slightly different in appearance from the werewolves of Gilneas. Its mane is longer than that of ordinary werewolves, and its canines are sharper and more ferocious.

Its eyes were filled with wild blood red, but strangely it still retained some sanity.

"The wolves will devour you!"

It roared, using the ancient Salas language to curse the helpless humans and the surprisingly large bear-men in front of it. It knew that it might not survive today.

But it is not afraid of death, but grins in provocation to its enemies.

Perhaps, it wants to get a happy relief?

But how could the big bad Black grant this little wish?

"I asked it, but it didn't want to tell."

The pirate leaned against the tree next to him, picked up his skull flask, then stood up, moved his arms, and pressed his lips, and said:

"It thinks it is fearless, but I doubt it. My mighty guard Tur, have you learned the techniques of interrogation?"

"No."

The bear warrior opened his mouth, revealing his penetrating canine teeth. He stared at the curled up werewolf, and licked his lips with his blood-red tongue. He cooperated with Blake and said full of malice:

"But can I learn now?"

"Actually, the interrogation is very simple."

Blake waved his hands and taught:

"The principle is to use pain and humiliation to break down the psychological defenses of those who speak harsh words. You may not understand psychology, but as a divine warrior of the Raging Claw Temple, I believe you must know how to inflict pain on the enemy.

So, beat it! "

The pirate laughed loudly and said:

"Beat it until it is willing to talk. Don't be afraid of wasting time. Anyway, we have nothing to do tonight."

The bear warrior nodded, reached out to lift the snarling dwarf werewolf on the ground, grabbed a handful of soil and stuffed it into its mouth, then carried it with one hand and walked towards the forest next to it.

Soon there was the sound of being beaten to the flesh, mixed with the humble howling of the werewolf, and the angry questioning of the bear warrior:

"Say! Speak quickly!"

"boom"

"You said it or not!"

"boom"

"You're a skinny little guy, but I didn't expect you to be a tough guy? Tell me!"

"boom"

Seeing this scene, Blake covered his eyes in despair.

The bears are indeed a bunch of bad guys. They have inherited Ursoc's power, but they don't seem to have inherited Ursol's wisdom. If you want to interrogate, you have to ask questions!

What's the use of just beating it?

No questions, where are the answers?

But the pirate was not in a hurry to correct Tur Raging Claw's mistake, and he drank the wine in his hand leisurely.

After waiting patiently for almost twenty minutes, he picked up the wreath he had just made and walked up to the ancient werewolf who was being "tortured to extract a confession" by the bear warrior.

This guy has been beaten so hard by Tur that he doesn't even recognize him anymore.

But the amazing thing is that even though his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and several of his teeth were lost, the werewolf was still not seriously injured.

Obviously, Tuul Raging Claw knows how to inflict pain on his enemies without harming them. He is worthy of being Ursoc's chosen one, and he has reached the pinnacle of power control.

"Let me ask you, was it Genn Greymane who summoned you?"

Black kicked the werewolf lying on the ground like a dead dog, and put the wreath he knitted on its bruised and swollen head. The latter didn't want to answer, but when it saw the bear-man clenching its fist again, it immediately shuddered.

He whined and said:

"No! Weak humans don't have the ability to summon the powerful Scytheclaw warriors. It's the Wolf Shepherd who asks us to leave the dream cage shattered by the invasion of nightmares and take the initiative to follow that strange human being.

The Wolf Shepherd believes that the chosen Genn can become the king of the wolves. He believes that Genn can free all our compatriots from the Emerald Dream.

He and Jean reached an agreement through communication with the Scythe of Luna! "

The frightened werewolf didn't want to accept Tul Raging Claw's great memory recovery technique anymore. It couldn't stop once it opened its mouth and told everything it knew.

Not that he was betraying the wolves.

The Wolf Shepherd did not require them to keep the matter a secret.

"Wolf Shepherd?"

Blake immediately grasped the key point of the cowardly werewolf's words. He kicked the werewolf and asked:

"Are you talking about Lyral Fangfire? Didn't he call himself 'The Wolf'? When did he get the strange title of 'Wolf Shepherd'? This is not a name that Goldrinn would give to his followers. Number."

"I don't know either. In the past, we all respected Lord Yahuo as the 'Head Wolf', and he also recognized that honorific title. However, in the past hundred years, Lord Yahuo has changed his own title."

The thin werewolf howled a few times and said:

"No one knows why Lord Fangfire did this, but after we felt that Jean had obtained the Scythe of the Moon God, Lord Fangfire declared to us that the era of wolves and wolf herders was coming.

Everyone believed in Lord Yahuo, and no one asked why.

He asked us to follow Jean, and we followed that human being. My compatriots have followed Jean to the human world, and we stay here as the wolf's eyesight in the elven kingdom.

There is also a satyr demon here

They are our eternal enemies, and we would gladly kill them, but not to protect the treacherous Kaldorei elves! After killing all these satyrs, we will leave Ashenvale and head to Mount Hyjal to find Goldrinn's lonely shrine.

Re-glorify the power of the Wolf God, who will once again rule the world in darkness.

It's not yet time for the Scytheclaws to go to war with the Kaldorei, and we've always been very patient. "

"You are quite ambitious."

Blake sneered. He felt that the werewolf was quite clever, and he got the information he needed, so he planned to release it.

These werewolves are fighting demons

Although they are not good things, they are also a force that can be united.

But the next second, a lightning-like thought suddenly flashed through the pirate's mind. He suddenly grabbed the short werewolf, lifted him in front of him, and asked loudly:

"Why did you just say you were going to Mount Hyjal?"

The werewolf was startled, and he howled and replied:

"Go and find the shrine of Goldrinn. That is the god of wolves. We revere his power and want him to let the wolf howl reign over the world again in the darkness."

"That's it, something is wrong!"

Blake narrowed his eyes, looked at the werewolf in front of him, and said:

"Did the Wolf Shepherd Lelar Fangfire teach you this?"

The ancient werewolf nodded, its eyes full of curiosity.

It had no idea what other meanings its parroted words had. The reason why it said it was because it felt that it was very majestic.

"idiot!"

The pirate saw the confusion and confusion in the werewolf's eyes.

He threw the dwarf werewolf on the ground and explained in a bad tone:

"Goldrinn does have conflicts with the Moon God, but the Wolf God has never liked the darkness, so he will not howl from the 'darkness' when he returns to the world.

What your wolfmasters want you to do is not seek Goldrinn's shrine.

You idiot!

He wants you to pollute the shrine and then pollute Goldrinn's soul, turn it into a dark wolf god, and make Goldrinn into a twisted 'Lycanthos', destroying the elven kingdom with uncontrolled wild animal power. Then wash the world and distort nature.

Your Wolf Shepherd has fallen into madness, probably from too much contact with the Nightmare of the Void.

He's crazy.

He wants to create a god of darkness with his own hands!

Gilneas was the divine kingdom on earth that he chose for himself.

Okay.

Old Gene must have some magical qualities, otherwise it wouldn't explain why he always encounters such bad luck so casually? "

Blake got bad news.

But he was still in the mood to complain:

"Your Majesty Genn will feel uneasy if he doesn't bury Gilneas completely with his own hands."