Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Under the "bewitchment" of the stinking pirate Black, Goldrinn, who was weak when facing evil things, chose to give in and allowed Lykanthos the Howler to absorb the dark beliefs of the Gilnean worgen and come to the material world.

This black wolf, who is very similar to Goldrinn in every way, has a mysterious origin.

However, Blake's spiritual vision could see the light that belonged to the Shadow Realm on it, and coupled with the internal information from Revendreth, the pirates had determined the origin of this guy.

It should be a dead dark demigod from a certain world, and it needs to be resurrected in the material world with the help of the mysterious "spiritual seed reincarnation" mechanism in Ardenweald.

And thanks to the deliberate arrangement by the Winter Queen, she came specifically to cause trouble for her sister, Ms. Elune.

But it's really powerful.

Even though he was also a spiritual being, Goldrinn, who ranked among the top three in combat prowess among the wilderness demigods, was also bitten by it and was defeated steadily.

Of course, the weakness of the Silver Wolf under the Moon is due to the fact that it died in the ancient war. The demigod spirit without physical support is indeed much weaker than the complete situation.

However, judging from the current situation, once Lykanthos the Howler is allowed to condense his entity in the material world, this dark wolf god is expected to become the best among the demigods in the wilderness of Azeroth.

And it's an evil god!

It relies on the beliefs of werewolves.

If the wolves of Gilneas can spread the werewolf curse to the entire human civilization, this dark guy will probably soon break the boundaries of demigods and enter the realm of the gods of the werewolf race.

But how to say it?

Evil gods can gain power through promotion through crooked ways, but compared to real gods like Elune, Lord Sargeras and the Eternals of the Shadow Realm, Lekanthos is much weaker.

If forced into a desperate situation, a bastard like Black who doesn't care about human life can rely on killing all werewolves to quickly reduce Lykanthos' power.

Power obtained through evil ways is definitely flawed, and relying on illusory faith to become a god has never been the right path to power in the strange world of Azeroth.

Lycanthos is "smuggling" through the curtain of life and death, and it will take some time for it to truly arrive in the material world.

However, because of its activity, its Dark God's Choice can be "resurrected with full health" in an instant when it is extremely embarrassed. The closer it is to the material world, the stronger the Sickle Claw Druids will be.

In particular, Lelar Flamefang, who was suppressed and beaten by Black and Maiev, quickly made a comeback.

The instantaneous accumulation of pain inspired the werewolf's wildness and rage, and the double burst of blessing power from Lycanthos pushed Lyal Flamefang into a violently enhanced state of doubled combat power in the next second.

He suddenly became a very powerful guy from a weak demigod.

Not only is the agility and strength fully increased, but the blood-covered werewolf's body is also wrapped with a thick dark aura. Every blow will create a phantom of the black wolf to attack in coordination.

Driven by the beast perception enhanced by the Luna Scythe, Lelar Flamefang did not choose to defend but swung the war scythe to the left side in front of him. Like a prophet, he slashed the scythe towards the smell that appeared in the flash. pirate.

He's like crazy.

He didn't pay attention to the leader of the pirates who smashed down on his head, using a completely wild strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries.

The bet is that the greedy and cunning pirate will not be willing to pay the price of serious injury to kill him.

This pirate has already boasted that he will help the false god Goldrinn face the dark wolf Lykanthos. If he is injured here, then the helpless Goldrinn will be finished!

Facts have proved that Lyral Flamefang was right in his bet.

Facing the dim blade of the cleaved Luna Scythe, Blake canceled the attack without thinking and jumped back to distance himself.

With this retreat, Lelar Yanfang instantly regained control of the battle.

The Dark God's Chosen, who was so beaten that he could see his intestines through the abdominal wound, really exploded. The sharp claws of his right hand popped out to repel Maiev who was dodging, and the Moon Scythe slashed with his left hand launched a small climax of counterattack. .

Although no one hit Blake.

But in terms of momentum, it seems to have completely suppressed the arrogance of the smelly pirates who had a great chance of winning just now.

However, Yanya, who had the upper hand, did not notice that as Black continued to retreat, the strange red light gathered from the Blood Drinker's Ring on the stinky pirate's finger became more and more intense.

When she saw that this thing had been fully charged, Maiev, who was about to activate the "Moonnight God of War" posture to kill Yanya, immediately stopped.

She didn't need words to understand what the pirate was up to.

So the Luna Warden also quietly disappeared in the aftermath of the battle. She wanted to cooperate with Blake's upcoming revenge killing to launch a wave of fatal combos.

"Come, little dog of Lycanthos, come closer!"

The pirate who retreated to the edge of the palace platform saw the red-eyed Lelar Flamefang attacking with unparalleled momentum. He hooked his fingers and put it ten yards around him.

When Yanya swung his sickle to kill him, he waved his hand and threw out the qi blast technique that was ready to go.

There was a loud bang, and the ancient werewolf who was caught off guard was thrown into the sky. This scene replicated the famous scene of the battle between pirates and Hellscream a long time ago, but this time Black came prepared.

He waved the Watcher's cloak and flashed into the sky. As the revenge execution of the Blood Drinker's Ring was activated, the pirate who had completely grasped the hand of victory was surrounded by blood-red lightning.

Under this super powerful light and shadow effect, he sneered and launched his killing move.

The closed black and white swords converged into a shimmering Salamani in Black's hands. The sister swords cheered and handed out the fatal blade. They liked the feeling of killing the enemy with one blow, and were so happy that they even sang in unison for their master. Praise and applause.

Hey, isn’t it just singing?

That mature weapon can’t!

So, under Yanya's wide-eyed gaze, and with the blessing of the "BGM" of the female voice variation, the sharp blade in the pirate's hand, in a completely unreasonable manner, instantly penetrated all the protective power around him.

A sword pierced the heart with cold-blooded accuracy.

Leaving Draenor has lowered the blooddrinker's ring's revenge execution limit to legendary, but the real damage granted by the world's artifacts that ignores all defenses is so explosive.

When the blade pierced his heart, the ancient werewolf leader even saw a reflection from the world of Draenor in front of his eyes, and the world among the stars roared to judge him.

Charge: disobedient blood drinker!

Punishment: death!

Execution immediately!

"puff"

The violent spray of hot blood instantly draws away all resistance from the enemy.

This sword inflicted serious injuries on the unparalleled Yanya. What kind of supreme self-healing, what kind of dark god's choice, so fragile in front of the power gathered in a world.

"Even the deceiver suffered under this sword, how weak are you?"

Black, who had completed his revenge execution, said something contemptuously.

The wings of the doomsday guard behind him suddenly spread out, allowing himself and the pierced Flame Fang to stay in the air. Under the cold slash of the moonlight, Maiev flashed from behind and silently executed a bright and dazzling Lunar slash.

The bright white moonlight completely illuminated the dark palace at this moment, even bringing the Royal City of Gilneas, which was extremely gloomy and depressing due to the arrival of the Howler, into a bright moonlight world.

"boom"

Lilar Flamefang, who was hit head-on by the Lunar Strike, fell to the ground in a panic like a meteor, shattering the slate grass on the ground. The Lunar Scythe he was holding tightly in his hand also spun and was inserted in front of his eyes. The ground burned with fire and sun fire.

The scythe still called to him.

It doesn't want to just admit defeat.

Yanya doesn't want to either!

His god of darkness is watching him, he can't just lose here! This is just the starting point for revenge, he also wants to lead the wolves into Mount Hyjal!

He also wants to carry out the will of the Kingdom of Death and completely burn the abominable World Tree Nordrassil!

He is the Chosen Kaldorei Terminator!

In the name of past exile and betrayal, he must survive!

The fur on the gap-toothed Lyal Flamefang was burned away by the flames and moonlight, making him look as bad and miserable as a bald wolf.

But he still struggled and roared and stood up to grab the artifact. The moment his fingers were about to touch the Luna Scythe, another flying fire gathered into a meteor and slammed down from the sky.

The burst of primal fire instantly turned everything around him into a sea of ​​​​hellfire. The flames were so hot that they burned the soul, causing Lelar Flamefang to scream and retreat while holding his claws.

In the expanding and burning flames, Hisari Black Crow, holding the flaming scythe behind her back, strode out of the fire. Her long burning hair flew behind her head, like a wall, blocking the flame fang and the lunar scythe. between.

The Druid of Flame brushed his burning hair and looked at the crazy werewolf in front of him with a cold and pitiful gaze.

After a second, she said in a deep voice:

"In the name of the Cenarion Order and the Way of Nature, I declare!

Lilar Flamefang Archdruid, who is immersed in dark beliefs and is trying to cause a dark disaster in human territory for his own selfish interests, you are no longer one of us!

Lord Malfurion Stormrage, who once judged and exiled you, is on his way here.

He asked me to give you a choice, based on the fact that you have made great sacrifices to defend our people, and based on the fact that you are also regarded as a hero by the druids.

Capture him without mercy!

Or I can take your body back to Mount Hyjal for burial. It’s your choice! "

"Why are you judging me! You are not qualified to judge me at all!"

Lyral Flamefang was angered by Hisari Crow's show of forcefulness.

The old druid, whose entire body's wolf's mane was singed, climbed up from the flames. He tried hard to pop out the bloody claws that Maiev had just cut off, and stared at the thing in front of him with the eyes of an extremely crazy beast that had reached a dead end. Flame Druid.

He has never seen this young man, which means that this young man became the Archdruid after he was exiled.

But he could feel the strange power in the black crow.

He scolded with a ferocious smile:

“Nine thousand years ago, when they needed it most, it was I who took this taboo step, and it was I who boldly embraced the bestiality of nature as strength.

I succeeded!

I created a warrior stronger than the weak Cenarion Order has ever known! Even the hypocritical Cenarius trembles before the power of the werewolf!

We represent the wild revenge of nature, and we are the most orthodox natural hunters, but those fools denounced us as heretics. They fear us far more than they fear the satyr demons.

but I!

It was I who led them to win that war when they were retreating steadily! It was me, the heretic and evil one, who saved my fellow tribesmen in Gray Valley!

What did I get?

be rebuked, imprisoned, exiled, forgotten

You are just like me, little girl.

You also touch the power outside the so-called "orthodox nature" that they believe to be the truth.

You also embrace what is taboo in their eyes.

You, like me, have received transcendent and great power.

Anyone can judge me, but not you!

Druid of the Scytheclaw's today is your future! They will deal with you as they did me, so long as your teachings threaten the weak teachings of Cenarius

The faces of those who sing your praises will change in an instant.

They will be eager to bury you in the dirt, erase all records about you, and treat you as a shame that must be forgotten. "

Against the background of the blazing flames around him, the miserable old werewolf let out a desolate laugh. His claws were growing and his condition was very bad. He knew that he could not defeat the man in front of him who had gone further than him. of outstanding juniors.

But werewolves are not afraid of war.

"Come! Kill me in the name of the flame nature you believe in, and end my life that they call sin."

Yanya roared angrily, dragging his broken body to attack Black Crow.

Xisali gritted her teeth and activated the flame transformation. The next moment, the burning flame bear waved its claws and fought with the old werewolf who was on the road to death.

Although Yanya had been seriously injured by Black and Maiev, his absolute power was there. However, within a few minutes of the battle, Hisari felt the pressure.

She was defeated by this crazy werewolf.

"not like this!"

Lelar Flamefang was already at the end of his strength. His physical functions were completely destroyed by the pirates' revenge execution. That was not a problem that could be solved by relying on self-healing.

He fought entirely with the wildness and animality in his heart, and his blood was like a warrior's death wish.

"It's not like this. The power given to you by the fire is not understood by you. Why are you a bear, you idiot? This is a guardian of nature, but it is not the posture you should choose!

The power of the bear is completely opposite to that of fire!

You don't understand at all! "

Yanya roared, and slapped Black Crow's cheek with his claws, leaving three terrible scratches on the little sister's bear face. He scolded as if he hated iron but couldn't turn it into steel:

"You must obey the will of Agni and completely abandon Cenarius's weak teachings to you. Just like I embraced my animal nature and became a werewolf, you should also have a posture that is unique to you in the power of Agni!

It is impossible to embrace the future without saying goodbye to the past.

You idiot"

Lailal's scolding made Black Crow feel strange in her heart. It didn't feel like a traitor trial at all, but like she had just joined the Druids when she was young and was guided in combat by the Roaring One.

Yanya probably didn't want to live anymore.

He also knew that he would never survive today.

Even if the Black Crow is defeated, there is still a stinky pirate sharpening his sword and his evil mistress waiting outside the flames.

They will not allow Yanfang to continue to lead the werewolves to interfere with Gilneas. Black Shaw has his own arrangements for this country, so Lyral Yanfang, a guy with a complicated background, must disappear here.

But even if he dies, he has to choose his own way of death.

"I will never trust them as foolishly as I did in the past. I will never leave my destiny to Malfurion and Cenarius again! The destiny of the exiles should be controlled by themselves.

come!

Come, little girl, carry out your punishment! "

The werewolf roared and pounced in the flames. The Black Crow, who was defeated by him, changed its form in the flames during the last move, passing through the flames in the posture of a fire-feathered falcon, and pierced Yanya's heart with its sharp claws. .

The loud eagle scream was accompanied by the werewolf's whine, and the fire gathered and exploded at this moment. The destructive power of the fire of Savras penetrated Yanya's heart like a sharp cone, and burned his internal organs in the next moment.

"Plop"

The old werewolf knelt down while maintaining the posture of waving his claws.

In front of his eyes, the panting black crow transformed into a human form and raised the burning war sickle.

The firelight reflected in Yanya's broken eyes, and he looked at the black crow with blood on his face. In the ferocious farewell, he whispered:

"Beware of them. Beware of those who sing your praises."

"Um."

Black Crow swung her burning scythe, and in the execution-like swing, she whispered:

"I won't be the next you go ahead, pioneer."

"puff"

The battle scythe was swung down, and as the fire went out, a ferocious werewolf head flew out, flipped in the air, and finally landed on the ground. It turned several times and finally landed at the feet of Blake, who was watching the show.

The pirate reached out and picked up the werewolf's head. After Lelar's death, the animalistic power faded, allowing the ferocious werewolf to finally return to its original posture.

An old elf with gray hair and scars on his face.

"It's so ugly."

Blake commented:

"My collection will be eclipsed by your addition, but what can I say? This is my first elf head. How commemorative it is."