Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 1378 11. When benevolence doesn’t work.【1220】

The "Black Forest" that Blake always mentioned does not actually refer to a certain forest in Gilneas. In the slang of the locals, they call all forests that hide danger and darkness "Black Forest".

Before Gilneas got into trouble with Black, the big bad guy, there were actually not many dark forests in the country, and only those places where witches in the countryside were called dangerous.

But as the werewolf plague spread in Gilneas, most of the forests in the kingdom became the "Black Forest".

Ordinary people avoid those places. The various terrifying news spread by the former Wolf Cult caused Gilneas to be in panic. The random appearance of werewolves also caused a large number of rural people to move to several big cities in Gilneas.

This is equivalent to helping the werewolves in disguise to occupy a lot of territory without spending a single soldier. Such a strategy of cleverly using public opinion was of course the hand of the big bad guy Black.

Now, things have changed.

After the Wolf Cult was taken over by the mad elves, the large population crowded in the city also transformed into werewolves with Jean's indulgence, becoming the best "source" of wolves under the king's command.

This also directly caused several large cities in Gilneas to become "werewolf dens" in a short period of time.

And before the Great Druid of the Sickle Claw, Lilar Flamefang, raised his butcher knife against the Rende Society, the camp of these extreme little animal protectors was in the Black Forest not far from the Royal City of Gilneas. Now Black After rescuing the three Rendehui druids in prison, Dryad Zaza's first goal was to escape to the black forest.

Although the orthodox druids of the Rende Society did not have an advantage when facing the sickle-clawed werewolf druids in the forest, wandering around in a city completely occupied by werewolves was obviously a more dangerous behavior.

Therefore, Blake did not reject the Frost Dryad's suggestion. He was going to join Hisari Black Crow in the forest anyway.

"Look at the damn weather in Gilneas!"

In a shabby open carriage, Blake pulled his hood down and complained loudly about the weather that had begun to rain heavily.

This is the biggest reason why he hates Gilneas. The climate in this country is really bad.

It is rainy all year round and rarely sunny. It is no wonder that the people in this country are generally gloomy and indifferent, and are incompatible with their compatriots in other human kingdoms.

Living in an environment like this since childhood, it is indeed difficult to cultivate upright people.

"You should stop complaining, you destroyer! Now we just let you get wet in the rain, and we don't let you pull the car! How about we swap two for one? You will pull the car and run?"

The extremely dissatisfied voice of the frost tree demon Zaza came from the front.

Blake shrugged and looked up. The snow-white dryad girl was now stepping up with four hooves and wearing a bridle like a war horse, pulling the car and running wildly on the road outside the city.

No way, the carriage they found didn't have any horses.

This is not because Black is unprofessional, but because the horses in Gilneas King City are almost eaten up by the rapidly expanding number of werewolves. Besides, there was a wounded Cow Druid, so I had no choice but to prick this artiodactyl creature.

Speaking of which, a guy with such great powers as Blake would definitely be able to think of other ways to properly bring the wounded to the camp in the Black Forest. Not to mention anything else, with the flying speed of Qianqiong, it would be enough to find the carriage and fly back and forth three times.

But Black, the evil-minded bastard, had to get a broken carriage and asked the dryad to pull him and run away while being chased by a group of werewolves.

This seemed to be a deliberate act of mischief. No wonder the tree demon girl was so angry.

Hey, just for fun.

The stinky pirate obviously enjoys the weak attitude of these guys who hate him but can't kill him.

"I wonder what happened to the apprentices we left in the camp?"

The "fish man" druid Muga Muga, who was also sitting on the bumpy carriage, used natural magic to treat the cow druid's injuries while looking worriedly at the forest in the distance.

He complained a few words about the weather in Murloc, then changed to Salas and whispered:

“Those apprentices we recruited in Gilneas are not equipped to deal with a werewolf attack. When we were deceived into heading to the royal city, only Kellinger was left there.

He is also a dull character who is not good at talking.

Now that the top leaders of the Rende Society have been wiped out by Leral Flamefang with the Scythe of the Moon God, they are probably going to have a very difficult time without a leader.

Everything happened so suddenly. "

"Don't worry about the Gilnean apprentices. Although the locals are not strong enough, they are familiar with the situation. They know where to hide and where to hide much better than you.

If they were cornered, they would hide in the borders of Dalaran or Lordaeron. The werewolves would prepare for a big move and would not dare to cross the border to catch them. "

Blake chewed his pipe and complained:

“The Scytheclaw druids of Flamefang have been working on converting the residents of the Royal City and other large cities, and they have not yet completed this work.

How could he have so much energy to spare the werewolf and play hide-and-seek with a group of druid apprentices in the dark forest? Therefore, rather than worrying about your apprentices, I think you should worry more about your leader Isolarius.

That bastard's tough and stubborn character destined him not to give in in front of Yanya, and even a beating would be light! I now seriously suspect that he may have been forcibly transformed into a werewolf by the Scythe of the Moon.

In other words, if we are to launch a counterattack, you must be prepared to be hostile to the former leader. Do you have the confidence to deal with the werewolf Isolarius? "

"Of course I'm not confident!"

Dryad Zaza, who was pulling the cart and running wildly in the mud, said angrily:

"Lord Isolarius's combat prowess is not comparable to those of us. The disappearance and depravity of a great druid is no longer an ordinary incident. It must be reported to Moonlight Grove to request support.

At least two great druids who are good at fighting and hunting should be called, and it is best to have a group of wild druids as guardians.

What happened in Gilneas is a major disaster in the way of nature. As defenders of nature, we cannot turn a blind eye. No matter how bad the situation in this country is, we druids will never let it go. "

"Tsk, tsk, if I hadn't known that you were just a new Druid recruit, I would have thought that this was something only a highly respected Druid could say.

Look, how majestic and upright it is. "

Blake sneered and said:

“But I feel that the situation here is so bad because of your Rende Association’s contribution.

If you hadn't been forcing the Gilneans to completely ban hunting, causing a large number of hunters to lose their jobs and have to join the Wolf Cult and fight with you to the end, Lalar Flamefang would not have had the opportunity to control such a situation all at once. Many werewolves.

I think if Rendehui can continue to exist after this incident, you'd better review your own behavior.

Protecting animals is not wrong.

I am a hunter and I also like animals.

But forcing people to death because of the animal's right to live is an out-and-out lunatic behavior. You see, if you make honest people angry, they will turn into terrible werewolves and beat you up.

So, really don’t mess with honest people in the future. "

The atmosphere suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Neither Dryad Zaza nor Murloc Druid Mugamuga are eloquent fellows. Faced with Black's accusations, they really couldn't refute much.

"It's too late to say that now."

Zaza, who was pulling the cart, was running wildly with all four hooves moving, while he whispered in a self-defeating voice:

"The most important thing now is to survive the werewolves first. Alas, it will take time to wait for the support from Moonlight Grove. I don't even dare to think about what kind of chaos Gilneas will be in a while."

"The current situation is already more dangerous than the 'Sickle Claw Rebellion' at the end of the Satyr War nine thousand years ago."

Mugamuga, who had been wearing a weird fish-man suit and did not want to reveal his real name, also said with emphasis at this time:

“I personally experienced that war. Although I was only an apprentice at the time, I still saw the Sickleclaws led by Flamefang at the junction of Ashenvale and Felwood.

At that time, their number was only a few thousand, which already caused a huge headache for the Silver Sentinels. Now, there are more than hundreds of thousands of werewolves in Gilneas under the command of Flamefang.

Once they go crazy and cross the border of Silverpine Forest and rush into Lordaeron, Dalaran and Stromgarde, at the speed of the werewolves, it will only take a week at most for them to spread the shadow of the werewolves. to the entire northern Xinjiang.

Your human civilization will be finished by then! "

Mugamuga held his head and said desperately:

"Human civilization will be transformed into werewolf civilization, and Flame Fang is obviously planning to advance the worship of the evil god 'Howler' Lycanthos, who will have enough faith to be able to condense entities in the material world.

An evil god worshiped by millions or even tens of millions of werewolves

Oh my God!

Its strength will surpass that of a demigod when it is born. If it devours Lord Goldrinn, it will become a true 'god'.

Its power can even rival or even surpass the ancient gods. "

"yes."

Blake waved the riding crop, but before he could swing it, he drew an angry look from Zaza who was pulling the cart. He put away the whip innocently, and said in a long and heartless voice:

"Judging from how much Lilar Flamefang hates Malfurion and the entire Cenarion Order, you Kaldorei will be next after the destruction of human civilization.

Think carefully about the scene where nearly ten million dark werewolves rushed to Mount Hyjal and ignited the World Tree.

Well, that must be spectacular. "

"How can you still laugh! You damn destroyer!"

Dryad Zaza was so frightened by the future described by Blake that her whole body trembled, and she shouted:

"How can your 37-degree flesh and blood say such cold-blooded things? Now is no longer the time for you to laugh at us wantonly. Now it is time for everyone to unite to prevent that terrible future!

Aren't you awesome? Destroyer.

Everyone is praising how terrible your dark wisdom is. We need it to think of a solution now! "

"Look at you, such a simple tree demon. Everything you say makes me want to laugh."

Blake snorted.

When the carriage pulled by the dryad rushed into the black forest, he blew out a smoke ring and said:

"Just because I'm good at this, I can't do it in vain, otherwise there will be many bastards trying to steal my wisdom for nothing. You want me to help you with advice, what reward are you going to give me?

If I remember correctly, my name is still on the reward list of the Rende Society, right?

Do you know how much psychological damage you caused me by putting a bounty on me and guys like old Hemet? How come a pirate as powerful as me should be listed with beings like fraudsters and polluters? "

"That was just a mistake!"

The simple tree demon Zaza immediately stammered and retorted:

"Actually, Archdruid Isolarius has already asked us to cancel your reward, but things have been delaying the execution. Right? Mugamuga, please say something, Mugamuga."

When the fishman druid saw his companion's poor performance, he reached out his hand in despair and covered his eyes in the fishman suit.

Amid Blake's damn laughter, which was holding his stomach and laughing wildly, Mugamuga, who had a mysterious origin, said in a very tired tone:

"Sir Black, just tell me what you want. Given the current state of the Rendehui, we will definitely give it to you as long as it is something we can come up with."

"This is what you said, don't regret it later!"

Blake became even happier when he heard this.

He stood up on Zazara's carriage and glanced left and right at the rainy and foggy black forest. After a few minutes of running, the pirate suddenly raised his feet and stamped on the edge of the carriage.

He shouted:

"parking!"

"Click"

The running dryad suddenly stopped suddenly, and its petite hooves sank into the muddy ground around it.

The dryad wanted to complain about this sudden stop, but after all, she was not her cute sisters in the Ashenvale forest who wandered around all day, catching snakes and birds, and pretending to be dead when they provoked wild beasts.

She has seen the world.

Zaza soon felt the strange smell coming from the forest. She waved her hands, and the vines under her feet gathered into two wooden spears stained with natural toxins.

This precise and deadly flying spear is a unique skill of the petite and cute dryads besides pretending to be dead and kicking people with their hooves.

Mugamuga also became nervous. He smelled the smell of blood and barbecue.

So he summoned several tree men to guard the carriage.

"Don't be nervous, we're on our own."

Blake jumped out of the carriage and made a gesture. Mugamuga hurriedly carried the injured cow druid lying in the carriage and put it behind Zaza.

They followed the smelly pirates into the forest cautiously, and soon saw a terrifying scene in a forest clearing.

The corpses of at least thirty dark werewolves were lying here in disorder, each one of them was burned to charcoal, and some still had desperate postures rolling and wailing in the flames.

The worst one had climbed out of the ring of fire and was only one step away from escaping, but in the end it could only maintain the action of raising its claws and was burned into a charred corpse.

This scene made Zaza scream, trembling and hiding behind Blake, then stuck his head out and looked at the strange woman standing among a group of corpses with watery eyes in horror.

There were also the Druid apprentices of the Rende Society beside her who looked very excited and enthusiastic.

"He's very angry."

Blake glanced at the charred corpses around him and said in a strange tone:

"How did they offend you? Are they worthy of using the fire of Savras against a group of low-level werewolves? I guess they did something to offend you?

Did they feed you bugs? "

"They looted and slaughtered three surrounding villages just to catch these hidden Druid apprentices."

With a hood covering most of her face, Hisari Black Crow ignored the pirate's dirty jokes and said in an indifferent tone:

"At least seventeen innocent people died under their claws, without any reason, just to enjoy the killing. You once told me that fire can purify all sins.

I don't think it's right.

It's not that flames can't purify them, it's that they don't deserve to be purified at all!

Lalar Flamefang has gone crazy. He cannot and does not want to restrain these increasingly depraved wolves. Their existence is the greatest blasphemy to Goldrinn!

Therefore, I must execute fiery justice in this kingdom of darkness."

Black Crow raised her head, the burning eyes under her hood indicating that she had made up her mind.

She said to Blake:

"The Flame Druid faction will be formally established here today! And our first goal is to purify Gilneas of this shocking depravity!"

"Very well, my dear Lord Harvest Master."

Blake pretended to bow down and saluted, and said:

"I am honored to witness this scene, and I also bring you three of my most capable subordinates."

The pirate looked back at Mugamuga and the tree demon Zaza who were stunned, as well as the cow druid carried by Zaza. He pursed his lips and said:

"Why are you standing still? Come forward to meet your new leader. Didn't you just say that you will give me whatever I want? Now it's time for you to pay.

Starting today, the notorious Rendehui is gone! From today on, you are a member of the Flame Druids. "