Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Old Gene and his wife were fighting.

But this is not a domestic violence incident between an old couple over trivial matters, this is a real life and death battle!

Although it sounds outrageous, and it does look outrageous, Queen Mia does have the capital to fight old Jean at this time.

The curse of flesh and blood was removed by the Titan energy of the Nalak'sha engine, and she had a body of steel in the true sense. Jean's claws strengthened by the werewolf's power could only make a clicking sound when hitting Mia's body.

Occasionally, when cutting and tearing hard, there will be a harsh tug, but such close combat often does not last long before Mia waves her halberd and pushes her away.

It was obvious that the queen knew her weaknesses.

Her combat experience is far less than Jean's. She has to avoid close combat. Her advantage lies in the ancient brute force brought by her "return to her ancestors" and her steel body that is not afraid of pain.

Black also told her to fight like a hunter, telling her to entangle Jean and wait for reinforcements in the city to arrive. Therefore, Queen Mia initially adopted guerrilla tactics of fighting and retreating.

Old Jean was also very willing to "cooperate".

He chases Queen Mia as she runs and fights through the chaos of the harbor.

He seems to regard Mia as a prey that must be caught, and he is a dedicated hunter, paying no attention to the chaos in the city behind him.

"Mia, my Mia, where are you? My dear, don't you want to tame me?"

Jean's deep voice echoed amid the explosions that continued outside the port.

He slapped the uncrowned man who was sneaking up beside him out of the shadows with a claw, not caring about the latter's escape as he spurted blood and flew upside down. Being scratched by a werewolf and having bleeding skin meant that guy would soon become a member of the wolf pack. member.

Old Jean kept moving his nose to capture Mia's position. The pirates who landed with Queen Mia saw Jean killing everyone, and they did not dare to approach the terrifying werewolf king.

This is simply a rampaging monster hunting in his own territory, and no one can stop him.

His anger, which had been strengthened to an exaggerated level, continuously erupted from the ferocious werewolf body, turning Jean into a giant war wolf shrouded in blood.

The animalistic and aggressive instincts lingering deep in his soul, as well as the fighting spirit of a warrior, are all blended together, like a chariot with its engine ignited, often bursting out with terrifying destructive power at the moment of contact. .

There was a loud bang, and a low wall in the port was shattered by Jean's grasp. Mia, who was hiding behind the wall, was also grabbed by the wolf's claws and dragged out from the flying dust.

She was pushed to the ground by Jean, and the werewolf's brute force kept her from getting up.

"I told you to leave here, and you shouldn't have come back!"

Gene was riding on Queen Mia, his left paw pressing her shoulder, and his right paw clasping her chin. His werewolf eyes stared at the struggling wife, and he whispered:

"You are always so independent and have your own ideas. This makes me very nervous. Maybe it's because I give you too much freedom? Are you going to repay my love for you with such rebellion?"

"To hell with your love! This is all I can give you!"

Mia's left leg suddenly raised.

Under the power brought by the Man of Steel, it hit Jean's crotch hard.

This "fatal blow" from the ladies made the werewolf king whimper, and then Gene was punched in the nose by Mia. Without any plan or skill, he relied on this brute force to hit the werewolf at the bottom. on delicate organs.

The two fatal blows immediately made Jean unable to hold his nerve.

He stood up and jumped back quickly, avoiding the spear thrust by Mia, and then hid in the frightening darkness floating around him with a wolf howl.

It seems that the blessings of the Scythe of the Moon and Lykanthos the Howler allowed Genn to extend a new path of power in addition to the way of a warrior. The combination of a warrior and an assassin makes him more deadly and dangerous.

As Jean hid in the darkness, the silent and powerful nearly a hundred werewolf royal guards also took out their sharp claws and rushed towards Queen Mia, who initiated the rebellion.

Facing such a numerical offensive, the queen sneered like a wild Vrykul, and kept swinging the halberd in her hand outwards.

She may not be Jean's opponent, but these weaker werewolves will be seriously injured as long as they are swept by the halberd in her hand. After the werewolves gathered, the queen also took out a bag of hunters' hunting from the bag on her waist. Used bombs.

These hunting bombs processed by Mechagon's mechanical gnomes are filled with different explosive cores. When the queen scatters them like flowers from a goddess, they will explode when they hit the ground.

Fire, poison, and flying bursts of fragmentation easily cleared the battlefield around the Queen.

No matter how tough the flesh and blood were, it would be difficult to withstand the explosive bombardment at such a close range, and she herself did not have to dodge at all. Those dangerous fragments would not even leave a scratch on her body.

A wave of noisy explosions filled the chaotic port with the pungent smell of blood. A sickle-clawed werewolf druid guard whose leg was broken off by the blast whimpered and howled as he tried to escape, but was stepped on by Queen Mia from behind. paw.

She took off the large-caliber handgun from her waist, aimed at the guy's head, and pulled the trigger.

There was a "boom" sound.

The werewolf's headless body was kicked out by Mia.

The queen is a person who has a clear distinction between love and hate.

She did not kill the worgen transformed by the Gilneans, but she would not spare any of the madmen who followed Lyal Flamefang and escaped from the Emerald Dream.

It was the arrival of these guys that made her country a mess, and it was their bewitchment that brought her and Jean to where they are now.

These guys who wantonly destroy other people's happiness deserve to die!

"Jean, you finally gave up your remaining humanity and started to associate with beasts. I really feel sad for the people who firmly believe that you can save them.

Look at what you look like now”

Queen Mia held a firecracker that emitted green smoke, grabbed her halberd and kept swinging the weapon in the tragic explosion circle, smashing the heads of the injured ancient werewolves one by one.

The queen mercilessly executed the last Druid of the Sickle Claw. She looked around and said in a sarcastic tone:

"It must feel good to slip from the king of humans to the chief of a group of crazy werewolves, right? I see your eyes are so red. Have you been holding it in very hard during this time?

Didn't you find two female wolves for yourself to release your animal desires?

Do you really think these crazy elves from nine thousand years ago are following you? His Majesty Jean, who is known for his cunning, wouldn't be so childish, would he?

Or have you really abandoned your dignity and devoted your loyalty to the ‘Wolf Shepherd’ who is destined to die here tonight? "

No one answered Queen Mia's sarcasm, and the wind smelling of noise around her became cold.

Gene was obviously looking for an opportunity to knock out his wife with one blow.

This "atavistic" appearance of the Iron Vrykul is indeed difficult to deal with. Just their invulnerable defense and comprehensively improved combat effectiveness, as well as their immunity to most control methods in their steel form, are enough to make them the most annoying enemies.

He can't be beaten to death, he can't be entangled, and a punch at close range will cause a lot of trouble.

But Jean has enough combat experience to see the biggest problem with Mia's current form, which is the same problem as old Dai Lin. After all, they are just temporarily returning to their ancestors, not truly becoming Iron Vrykul.

This is just a "transformation" fighting technique.

Just like the "God descending to earth" that the dwarf royal family is good at, even top warriors like Dai Lin cannot maintain the form of the Iron Vulture for a long time, let alone Mia.

Jean only needs to drag Mia until she can no longer maintain the vrykul form, and then a claw will be enough to end the battle.

Fortunately, Jean's sanity has returned after being 'blessed' by Lykanthos, and he has enough patience to wait for the weakness of his prey.

In fact, killing by force is not impossible. After all, Mia is not as powerful as Dai Lin. Jean can also forcefully kill the enemy by using the power of pressing the bottom of the box.

But the woman in front of him is the only love in his life. Do he really want old Jean to perform a "wife-killing sermon" tonight?

As for Queen Mia, she doesn't have the keen sense of smell and perception of a werewolf, and she can't feel Jean's traces from the darkness floating around her.

But she was sure that Jean was here, hiding in a corner waiting for her to weaken.

She had no doubt about the relationship between old Jean and her. As long as she did not leave, Jean would not leave her alone. This was why the queen was confident that she could drag Jean here.

In this regard, she has always been confident in her charm.

And the best part is, as someone who has slept with Gene for more than twenty years, she knows exactly how to anger this egotistical and possessive man.

"You know I hired your most hated Black Shaw to deal with that old lunatic who ruined our marriage and our country, right?"

Queen Mia, leaning on a hunting halberd, stood in the battlefield filled with corpses. She said in a low voice like a Vrykul:

"It was hard to call on that damn dirty pirate, but I did it anyway. Gene, aren't you curious about what price I paid to turn Black Shaw into the knife in my hand?"

Hearing these words, the heart of old Jean, who was as steady as an old dog hiding in the darkness, jumped sharply.

He suddenly felt that the crown on his head became heavy, and why did it seem to reflect green light in the dark night?

Is this some kind of damn curse?

Queen Mia played with the halberd in her hand. She felt that her vrykul strength was fading, and a sense of fatigue was rising in her heart.

My body can't hold it anymore.

According to the words of the big rock cat guarding the Nalak'sha engine in Pandaria, his physique is not as tough as the warriors, and the time he can maintain pure ancient power is much shorter than that of the warriors.

Although this strengthening time can be extended through continuous practice, for her now, her body load is almost reaching its limit.

It can't be delayed any longer!

Queen Mia narrowed her eyes and stared at the darkness floating around her.

She knew that she had to use her trump card. She had to say the words that would make Jean give up all reason and enter a state of anger.

"Haha, you know, a greedy and unrestrained young man like Black Shaw can never resist the charm of a mature woman, just like you always wanted to find flowers when you were young."

Her Majesty the Queen said in a long voice:

"It took me a lot of effort to convince him to help me, and then I spent a long time getting him to send me to a Titan holy land to activate the 'ancient human power' in my body.

This process is painful.

But it is far less than the process of serving Black Shaw. It really makes me very tired. The desires of young people are always so high. I have to

Ahem, I guess I shouldn’t say this in front of you.

But I have to tell you with regret, Gene, Blackshaw not only conquered your country, not only conquered your ambition, he has now conquered yours."

"enough!"

A low roar emerged behind Queen Mia, and an angry Jean waved his claws.

The moment the queen raised her halberd, a bloody afterimage of sharp claws was pulled out. The old man's anger caused him to cut open the weapon in the queen's hand in an instant.

With the harsh sound of steel tearing, Queen Mia's entire body was lifted into the air by Jean's neck.

Anger flowed and beastiality roared.

Jean's body had collided in a circle, and the anger around him burned and turned into a roaring giant wolf. The queen's heart was shaken by the sight of those eyes.

It's terrible.

It seems that I used too much force and drove my husband crazy.

"If you were deliberately trying to piss me off, you succeeded, Mia."

Gene's red eyes shone with unconcealable pain.

It could be seen that he really wanted to close his fingers to cut off the neck of the queen in his hand, but after a few seconds, the werewolf king waved his hand and threw Mia to the ground.

Old Jean put away his paws a little lonely, stepped towards the darkness, and whispered:

"But if this is what you want, I will bless you. Leave and never come back again. Your Jean is dead. Just now, he was killed by your own hands."

"Asshole! You actually believe it!"

Jean's reaction caused an instant surge of uncontrollable anger in Queen Mia's heart.

Even though the light of her steel body was dissipating, she still stood up bravely and threw herself at Jean, who she couldn't deal with now.

She jumped on Jean's back, tearing at Jean's mane frantically, and like a crazy lady, she strangled Jean's neck, which was now thicker than her thighs, with her arms, trying to strangle the wolf king to death.

The angry queen screamed:

"What a despicable image I am in your mind! I said it casually to force you to show up, but you actually believed those boring words!

asshole!

I have been protecting you like a jade! I would rather bear Black Shaw's humiliation and his damn conditions for you! I even sold our country to him for you!

But you, a heartless man, actually suspect me of being unfaithful to you?

We're fucked!

I tell you!

Gene, we're done! "

"Madam, get down quickly!"

Just when the royal couple started to get more exciting, a low warning sounded on a high wall outside the port.

Gene, who sensed the real danger approaching, pulled the crazy Queen Mia from her neck, gathered her hands to hold her in his arms, turned around and jumped to throw her out.

But how could old Hemet, who had already drunk snake oil from a high place and set up his sniper, let such a good "prey" leave?

"Bang, bang" made two loud noises, and beating blood exploded in Jean's chest. Amidst Queen Mia's screams, the Wolf King staggered from the air and fell to the ground.

But even when he fell, he adjusted his position in the air so that his back, which was penetrated by high-explosive sniper rounds, landed first, leaving the queen in his arms who had returned to human form unscathed.

"No, Gene!"

Queen Mia screamed and rushed to cover her husband's bleeding chest. She thought Jean was going to die, but how could the chosen one of the Dark Wolf God die so easily?

"You stupid woman. Ahem, I knew you would never be able to leave me."

Old Jean's wolf face showed a strange smile, and he grabbed Queen Mia's arm with his claws and pushed her away. He warned:

"Stay away from me next, I'm going to teach that damn dwarf a lesson. Besides, you said that bastard Blake bullied you, right?"

The King of the Pack moved his body and stood up.

The flesh and blood of the chest scar that had just been shot twice by Old Hemet was turning over and healing, and in the blink of an eye, only an ugly scar remained.

He shook his head and the exploding mane on his neck, feeling the surge of anger stimulated by the pain, and looked in the direction of the old dwarf again.

He popped out his bloody claws and said to Mia behind him:

"Wait a moment, and after I kill this dwarf, I will go and seek justice for you. If you dare to bully the future queen of Gilneas, you really deserve that stinky pirate's face!"