Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chaos is in full swing in the royal city, and Lord Godfrey and his noble allies, who serve as "external support", have also set off from Baron Silvaline's castle.

They did not know that their real mission was to become "cannon fodder". They could only say that Black's previous statement was too deceptive, and that Queen Mia personally took on the most dangerous attack mission was enough to win the trust of these nobles.

Anyway, they are gathering together and heading quickly towards the forests of northern Gilneas.

The remaining warriors of the Gray Wolf Brigade were fully armed and mobilized, and their righteous and generous blood rushed to the battlefield that would determine the future of the Kingdom of Gilneas.

In this night, they could even see the flames burning in the royal city in the distance, as well as the ray of moonlight piercing the gloomy night.

This added a touch of confidence to the soldiers.

At least the nobles' call this time was not a lie. Their allies were indeed fighting on the other side of the royal city, and beyond the borders of the Silverpine Forest behind them, Lordaeron's army had already established a defense line.

The orders given to those foreign warriors were to guard the border areas and not allow a single dark werewolf to pass.

And after the war in Gilneas subsided slightly, he followed Lord Godfrey's command and went to the border of Gilneas to accept the lands that had just been ceded to Lordaeron by the "future regent".

As the leader of the coalition of nobles who resisted the rule of Lyral Flamefang, Lord Godfrey, riding on his war horse, felt the wind blowing in the surrounding forest.

It was a cold wind carrying the smell of blood and a deadly threat.

This means that they have entered the werewolf's sphere of influence, and a battle is gaining momentum.

Strange rustling noises kept coming from the surrounding dim forest. If you listened carefully, you could tell that they were herds of beasts moving quickly.

The Lord in armor drew his sword and raised his left hand. The infantrymen behind him immediately raised their shields, while the hunters raised their muskets. They spread their senses outwards.

Even the premonition of ordinary soldiers can make them clearly feel that thousands of wolves are coming from all directions.

It's like a big hunt.

These wolves did not conceal their movements at all, and pairs of blood-colored eyes loomed in the forest, representing their disdain for the combat power of the human army in front of them.

In the darkness, Lord Darius Crowley, the gray wolf marshal wearing light armor and a waist knife, was running through the forest under the protection of a group of heavily armored werewolf guards.

The cold and ferocious eyes of this werewolf warrior are still mixed with blood. Looking at his violent momentum, you can tell that he has fully embraced his animal nature, and has gained more powerful power under the dark blessing of the Scythe of the Moon and Lycanthos the Howler. strength.

Following him was a heavily armed werewolf legion. These well-trained werewolf soldiers were the elite warriors of the northern lords.

Once the bravest soldiers in Gilneas, they are now the most dangerous wolves in the country.

The northern lord didn't say much during the advance. He just roared in place of the pre-war declaration. Amidst the howls of wolves, Jean's most trusted marshal waved his hand.

Afterwards, he and his wolves ran like a group of wild beasts, charging at the enemies in front of them from the forest.

Werewolves don't need mounts.

The speed of the war horses running at full speed cannot even keep up with the speed of their four-pawed running. Of course, this also means that the werewolves will lose the group charge of the cavalry, but this is not a problem for the agile and cruel werewolves.

They have too many ways to deal with these cumbersome cavalry in front of them.

"Hold your position!"

cried Lord Godfrey.

Soon, before his eyes, a group of heavily armored werewolves ran out of the dark shadows. These silent and feral humanoid creatures did not appear alone.

When they are running, they will also command the gray ferocious wolves around them to charge together, and their momentum is extremely fierce.

But the native wolves in Gilneas have long been extinct. These gray wolves were brought here from the jungle of the Hillsbrad Hills by the druids of the Society of Humanity. As a result, they have now become the best for the werewolves. "accomplice".

Among the wolves, the particularly huge werewolf Marshal Darius Crowley spread out his limbs and pounced in the forest like a ghost. Several giant black wolves of abnormally large size stood guard beside him. Like a loyal guard.

They were the 'sons of Lekanthos' who were tamed by the Druid of the Scytheclaw in a strange way. Each giant wolf was as tall as a person, making it a proper elite unit.

The wolves commanded by the werewolf marshal appeared in the forest. When they moved quickly, they would reflect dense green light spots in the darkness.

Those were werewolf eyes, as numerous as the stars in the sky.

To be honest, this scene is very impressive.

And the fastest one among these wolves appeared less than twenty yards away from Lord Godfrey. He was about to let out a bloodthirsty war roar at the top of his lungs. However, when he opened his mouth, he was hit by a roaring hot projectile. It penetrated through the mouth and came out from the back of the head.

A crisp kill, bringing the first handful of blood on the chilling battlefield.

The huge kinetic energy carried the werewolf's body flying up, and then hit hard at the feet of Marshal Darius, who was holding a sword and commanding the werewolf as he walked out of the forest.

Lord Godfrey held his own handgun decorated with silver patterns, with smoke still coming out of the muzzle.

He rode on his war horse and maintained a shooting posture, while in front of him, the northern lord Darius was watching him with cold eyes.

"Northern Lords, Queen Mia has landed at the port of the Royal City of Gilneas. She will end Jean's brutal rule tonight and liberate our beloved Gilneas from the shadow of the werewolves."

Lord Godfrey reloaded his gun and shouted to Darius:

"You have been claiming that Genn and Ralal Flamefang have no control over your minds, that you are free werewolves, then show me your will, Lord Crowley.

Your family has always been the backbone of this country, and you have been a symbol of justice and strength in the hearts of the people of Gilneas. You are the best warrior this land has produced.

You cannot go along with the evil darkness!

Join us, Darius. "

The Lord said loudly:

"Come with us into the royal city and I guarantee you that Jean will survive! No one will hurt him, but the pain he has brought to this country must end."

"King Zeon just wants to save his country and people, and he puts his own glory and reputation on the line with every attempt."

The northern lord said in a hoarse voice:

"You, a rotten, stinking piece of trash who only plays tricks, have no idea how hard Gene works! You have no right to judge him!

There will always be only one King of Gilneas in my heart. And now, I want to clear out the rebellion for my majesty!

No more negotiations, folks. "

Lord Darius raised his sword, and at this moment, the terrifying wolf howls behind him came one after another, as if the entire dark forest was vibrating and roaring.

This scene made the Lord and the soldiers behind him change their expressions greatly.

According to their plan, it was enough for them to send troops to the border to attract the werewolf defenders of the royal city.

But now this scene

Did the crazy northern lord call all the werewolves in northern Gilneas?

Is he crazy?

Does he really not intend to support the royal city that is being attacked?

"Do you think your little tricks can be hidden from me? You are in my territory, and everything on this land will help Crowley!"

Darius's nose moved. He seemed to smell the fear in the hearts of the nobles and soldiers in front of him. The werewolf marshal smiled ferociously and slashed hard with the sword in his hand.

When the werewolves howled and charged, he roared:

“You and your traitorous and glory-seeking allies have gathered together. The most rubbish group of people this country has ever produced is finally together. This is great!

It saves me having to catch you one by one just because you smell it.

The true unification of Gilneas begins tonight!

I don’t know whether His Majesty Jean will lose or win, but I can be sure that when the sun rises tomorrow, there will no longer be any place for you traitorous trash in this country!

Just like Her Majesty Daelin personally removed the cancer of Kul Tiras, tonight you, the cancer of Gilneas, will be removed with my own hands!

I'm really honored.

Run, run, Godfrey!

Run!

Beg for mercy from your true master, and see if old Terenas will send someone to save you!

The wolves are coming. "

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"哐"

The Scythe of the Moon, entwined with crimson fury, danced a deadly "big windmill" in the hands of Lelar Flamefang, killing all the shadow phantoms approaching in an instant.

By the way, the void energy that was growing under his feet was also smashed.

He was Goldrinn's chosen god nine thousand years ago, and now he has received the blessing of the Dark Wolf God to enter a more powerful demigod state. At this time, he holds Goldrinn's holy artifact.

All of this increased the destructive power of the ancestor Druid of the Sickle Claw in front of him to a terrifying level.

The most important thing is that this guy not only has the deadly agility and destructive power of a werewolf, he is also a spellcaster with profound knowledge in the way of nature.

As Blake approached Flame Fang with a flash of light, the tangled vines flying from the ground erupted like a trap, fixing the pirate exactly where he appeared.

"Shua"

The shadow phantom that remained in place was mercilessly chopped up by Lelar Flamefang. The pirate who appeared on the other side threw his left hand into the sky. The Titan's good luck die rolled and flashed in the air, pausing for a moment at the highest point of the flight. .

A scorching [Anshe Glory Power] shrouded the pirate, making the plundering swords in his hands seem to be wrapped in a burning sun fire.

The scorching heat even ignited the grass beneath the pirates' feet and the collapsed corpses around them.

Lyal Flamefang, who was being attacked by Maiev with a sword wheel, felt threatened.

The tall druid raised his hand and summoned the tree man to help him resist three fatal slashes. He turned into a bird and retreated, but Blake flashed over and used the Watcher's signature combat skill Black Moon Binding.

Three shadow chains flew out from the shadow of Lelar Flamefang and wrapped around the werewolf. With a flash of black light, the heavy halberd in the hand of Blake's spirit of vengeance made by the spirit of the Mogu King swung down with a war hammer. The gesture hit Lelar Yanfang on the shoulder.

With a "click" sound, the thorn shield wrapped around Lelar Yanfang was torn apart by the armor-piercing cone of the halberd.

Although the tall spirit of revenge was chopped into pieces by the spinning Luna Scythe in the next moment, Blake had already seized this fleeting opportunity.

The pirate sneered and raised his knife, ignoring any defense, the shadow attack pulled a bloody and hideous wound on Lelar Yanfang.

Such a standard and deadly "Justice Poison Throwing Knife" must have used the highly poisonous Devourer's Fang, and the [Sun Strike] given by the good luck die directly ignited the wolf's mane on Lelar Flamefang's body.

Turning him into a burning werewolf in an instant.

Cool is really cool!

It just looks a little painful.

The deadly poison from Lord Sargeras' favorite hound made Lyal Flamefang dizzy the moment it entered his body. He threw a druid's purification spell to suppress the swelling poison in his body.

But how could Ms. Maiev, who worked perfectly with Black, give him a chance to breathe?

The Luna Warden flashed forward, spinning his body to attract the bombardment of the hot moonlight from Luna's strike. The divine moonlight slashed like a sword made Lelar Flamefang retreat in the flash of green light.

Before he could stand firm, there was another piercing blow of cold wind behind him.

Blake was not the kind of reckless warrior who would retreat as soon as he got a hit. For the pirate's enemies, being hit by the first hit meant that this was just the beginning.

The two plundering knives in the pirate's hands were thrown into the sky. The fiery wolf's edge jumped into his heart for a moment, and he threw out more than thirty times of divine power in a piercing posture. The activated eagle piercing made the hair burn. And the torn flesh and blood flew across the sky, and in the explosion of natural power accumulated by the last attack of the eagle, Lilar Yanfang was thrown to the ground hard.

If a weak demigod were here, Black and Maiev's fancy combos alone would be enough to drive him to the brink of death, but Lyral Flamefang was no ordinary werewolf after all.

Even if the werewolf's top self-healing force was stripped away by the poison, even if a hole was dug out of his stomach, he could still withstand it!

He must withstand it!

On the platform behind the old druid who had been bullied miserably by this "husband and wife team", the will of the Dark Wolf God Howler Lycanthos to enter the material world was frantically biting and fighting against the will of the silver wolf Goldrinn.

The fight between two giant wolves, one black and one white, is no easier than the battle on the ground.

Facing the evil created by the faith of millions of dark worgen in Gilneas, Goldrinn, who was fighting alone, was already weak. He was already prepared to die in battle today.

But the appearance of Blake and Maiev gave Goldrin an unexpected surprise.

The aloof and crazy Silver Wolf must now persist until the Chosen of Lykanthos is defeated, so that the dark evil that attempts to enter the material world from the Shadow Realm will be completely cut off from the material world.

It will be exiled back to its own world, and then everything will truly end

"Let it in!"

A voice suddenly sounded in Goldrinn's will, causing the White Wolf God to hesitate for a moment, but the Black Wolf God took the opportunity and bit him twice, causing the pain to the always aloof Goldrinn to grit his teeth.

"I said, let it in."

Black's voice sounded in Goldrinn's ears again, and he urged:

"Don't be afraid, we are here, put it into the material world, and kill it completely here tonight! Otherwise, it will only cause trouble for you again and again.

These souls reincarnated in Ardenweald are the most annoying. They can constantly rely on the Winter Queen's spiritual seeds to be resurrected. The power of the curtain of life and death is weakening, and its "smuggling" will become easier and easier in the future.

Of course, if you plan to do nothing in the future and just compete with it and regard it as a kind of fun, then treat it as if I didn't say it. "

Goldrinn let out a low howl.

It's willing to take risks.

But the only question is, can Blake really kill an evil god with powerful dark power tonight?

"I can do it, believe me!"

Blake boasted:

"I have prepared a 'secret weapon' that can definitely burn Lycanthos to death here, but it may require you to make a little 'insignificant' sacrifice, my dear Goldrinn.

But trust me!

I can really kill it, I'm prepared! "

The White Wolf God did not hesitate for long.

It chose to believe in Black, so during the fight between the two demigods, the aloof wolf god began to retreat, and its retreat caused the growler's dark power to explode in an instant.

The dark wolf roared triumphantly.

It felt that it had firmly gained the upper hand and began to enter the material world more quickly.

The black clouds in the sky were spinning, the cold wind was swaying and roaring, and the entire Royal City of Gilneas was enveloped in the fallen majesty of the Dark Wolf God at this moment.

Even the moonlight in the sky was dyed into an ominous blood moon.

While the stinky pirate was fighting with the old druid, he took a moment to look up at the sky, then at the translucent character card in front of him, and finally at the embarrassed Goldrinn who was recovering from his injuries.

He blinked and whispered in a voice that only he could hear:

"Lord Elune! I have never forgotten your last warning. Look, I have led Goldrinn, your favorite and most desired one, into a 'trap'.

I guarantee that you will get what you want today. This wild silver wolf, Goldrinn, will become your own. This is my gift to you.

Remember to look at my eyes and act accordingly!

Also, remember to prepare rewards for me. You definitely know what I want. "