Shadow Trails in Azeroth

As Goldrinn bit off the neck of the nearly materialized Howler, giving the dark wolf god a "guillotine", Lykanthos' miserable screams rolled through the Royal City of Gilneas like thunder. .

Like a horn and an alarm bell, the werewolves who were still frantically attacking the Uncrowned One suddenly woke up at this moment.

Their eyes looked around in panic, like a hypnotized person who suddenly woke up at a certain moment and realized what had happened. The death despair from the growler was also reflected in the hearts of these guys through the connection of faith.

It didn't even take the tired Uncrowned Ones to launch a counterattack, and the werewolves howled and dispersed.

They ran under the moonlight, whining like puppies after being bullied. They even wanted to run with their tails between their legs, but unfortunately they didn't have tails.

Well, the worgen of Gilneas do have no tails, which makes them look a bit strange.

In short, this scene made the Uncrowned Ones stunned for a few seconds, and then a cry of victory echoed in the positions of these assassins.

They won!

Just like before, under the leadership of the Uncrowned Master Black Shaw, they faced an entire city of crazy werewolves and a dark evil god from outside the realm and fought and won.

The dark future of the entire Gilneas, and even the entire human race in Northern Xinjiang, was changed that night with their own hands and weapons!

This is the kind of victory that the Uncrowned Ones have been pursuing, the kind of victory that can help them strengthen their will in the darkness, serve the light and find their creed.

This is the pursuit and meaning of these assassins joining the Uncrowned in the first place.

Amidst the cheers, the tired Tao Ya sat down on the blood-stained ground. She looked at the escaping werewolves and recalled the previous battles. For a moment, she felt that the outside world was so "wonderful" .

Even a little too exciting.

If when I go back to my hometown, I tell the Shado Monks that they killed an evil god tonight when they were surrounded by tens of thousands of crazy werewolves, those guys will definitely say that they are bragging.

But this

This is the daily life of the uncrowned.

Blake also looked at the assassins enjoying the joy of victory with a kind of gratification and pride. He took his pipe, threw the dark anima belonging to Lycanthos into the anima container, and stood with his hands on his hips. Maiev said:

"To be honest, when I called them, I thought it would be great if a few hundred people responded to my call. After all, I had just done the most evil thing in the eyes of others in the Kingdom of Stormwind.

But do you know how happy I was when I saw more than two thousand people coming to the Royal City of Gilneas at my call?

This proves that I haven't lost my temper yet. "

The pirate snorted proudly, blew out smoke rings and said:

“I no longer have to envy your Watchers, Maiev, I also have my own ‘Watchers’, these people are the real ‘Crownless Ones’ in my imagination.

They will think when others blindly follow the mainstream; they will act when others are afraid of the dark.

They are hidden in every corner of this world, walking cautiously in the darkness, serving the light with hope. Ah, I can finally face them proudly and speak out the creed that belongs to me in my heart.

All things are false, all things are permitted.”

These powerful words obviously calmed Maiev.

Even though she originally didn't want to pay attention to the crazy stinky pirate, she couldn't help but think about it. Then, she felt Blake's hand holding her waist, and another whisper sounded in her ear.

The pirate asked in a low voice:

"I wanted to ask before, you have been practicing the Way of the Moon Night God of War for 10,000 years, why are you still not in a complete state? What are you missing that prevents you from being able to fit in with the power of the Black Moon?

Come tell me, maybe I can help you. "

"You can't help!"

Maiev shook her head and stopped discussing the topic. She broke away from Black's hand and said:

"You should take care of yourself. Look at Jean. He seems very angry. He is going to beat you. I have heard the stories between you and him. This is probably the last battle tonight.

The feud between you and the Kingdom of Gilneas is over.

Come on, Blake.

I will stand by and watch you being beaten by an angry werewolf. If he beats you brilliantly, I will not hesitate to give you my own applause. "

"You've been in too much contact with me, and you wouldn't have said such words before."

Blake curled his lips, patted Maiev on the butt, and said:

"Go, the men are going to fight like wild beasts, and the women stay aside."

The warden lady took a step back and disappeared into the quiet night under the moonlight, and Blake glanced at his fingers. Sure enough, armor was the most annoying thing.

It really has no feel at all.

"Congratulations, Jean, you finally climbed out of the quagmire of failure, you finally crossed the long road in darkness, and you finally found the salvation you wanted at the end of repeated defeats."

Black took off his pipe and looked at the gray wolf Jean who was dragging the Scythe of the Moon towards him in a menacing manner. He tilted his head, winked and said:

"Although this salvation is still brought to you by the hands of a magical person like me, your Gilneas is saved.

Goldrinn blessed your country, and a group of separatists led by Godfrey were also naturally destroyed by your general tonight. The neighboring countries that are eyeing you have seen the power of the werewolves, and no one can despise Gilneas anymore.

All problems have solutions.

Queen Mia, who you sent out on your own initiative, also walked to the throne with my help. Everything you planned has been realized, and you can finally let go of the heavy burden in your heart.

There are so many things to be happy about, why bother with a sad face?

Just smile. "

"You know everything?"

Jean shook the Luna Scythe in his hand. The bloody gray wolf showed a ferocious smile and said hoarsely:

"I thought I hid it well."

“The moment Mia appeared on my island, I knew what you were planning!

Do you think I'm eating dry food? I can guess all your little ideas with my heels, and I can also help you complete your ridiculous plan. "

The pirate sneered and said:

"I guess when you got the Scythe of the Moon, you discovered that the Lilar Flamefang you released was not a good thing, but you have already held the scythe, and with this wild holy object, you were also captured by Lekanso Si noticed.

It's too late for you to pull away.

So you decide to go with the flow and play a big wave.

Pretending to be a bewitched wolf king, pretending to be immersed in desire, the Druids of the Sickle Claw amplified the werewolf curse and created a dark beast herd.

If they can succeed, you will have the entire northern frontier, and through the conquests of the Scytheclaws, you will expand the territory of Gilneas to the height of the Human Empire.

If they can't succeed, it's nothing more than death.

Anyway, I think you have tried so many methods but are still unable to curb the growth of the werewolf curse. You have long realized that the coexistence of Gilneans and wolves is the general trend of the future.

Taking this opportunity to let the sickle claws be the villains for you, completing the expansion of the werewolf without your hands may help you have fewer nightmares at night.

What a cunning and cowardly guy. "

Regarding Black's statement, Genn did not agree but did not refute. He just held the Scythe of the Moon in his hand like a warrior. The dark blessing of Lycanthos the Howler had just been purified by the moonlight, but the wild divine power from Goldrinn But it filled the gap.

The power of the moon and the wolf grew in Jean's body, making him no longer weak.

But Blake's analysis isn't over yet.

It can be seen from his eyes that he actually appreciates Jean's operation. It is the look of a hateful conspirator looking at his kind.

It was very similar to the way Viren looked at Blake.

That's appreciation for your peers.

"You deliberately let Queen Mia and your children go. They were not the only ones you let go. Lord Godfrey's stubborn guys who have been resisting the coexistence of humans and werewolves were able to escape from the royal city because of your secret help.

You need them to escape and then bring together all the unstable factors that prevent Gilneas from becoming the 'Land of Wolves', just like tonight's decisive battle in the northern forest.

Catch all the unstable elements in the future and kill them, or transform them into the werewolves they hate most, and let them become part of the new country.

Who would attack his fellow man?

Who would betray his own class?

If the enemy is stubbornly unwilling to surrender and it would be a pity to kill them, you should find a way to turn them into 'one of your own'! "

Blake glanced at the Alpha Wolf's Edge in his hand, and then at the Luna Scythe in Gene's hand. Both weapons were related to Goldrinn, and he was already "hated" by Goldrinn. It's a bit inappropriate to use this halberd anymore.

He waved his hand to call over the black and white swords, folded them into a sharp Salamani in his hands, took out his carefully prepared poison ointment and applied it on the blades, and said:

"You are ruthless enough in this matter, Gene. You have no feelings for those guys at all. You are as cold as a wild wolf staring at the throat of its prey. This is also the part I appreciate most.

You cleverly took advantage of their stubbornness and let them send themselves into the trap you prepared. Of course, I also played a role in it.

I'm happy and honored to do so.

But to complete all your dark plans, there must be no weak points. Mia, Liam, Tess and little Rhona, these four people are the last weak point between you and your most loyal brother, Lord Darius.

So you sent them out.

I don't know if you chose me in the first place, but there is no doubt that you wish to preserve the last fire for humanity in this country outside of Gilneas.

If your plan succeeds, it will mean the "destruction" of Gilneas while you rule the dark Wolf Kingdom as a puppet of Lycanthos and Lyal Flamefang.

Mia and her children can rebuild Gilneas beyond this realm.

If you fail, if you die, then Mia and the kids are your last 'backup'.

They have enough legitimacy and bloodline support, and your people will accept them as new rulers. The best thing is that you have shouldered all the dark infamy for them, leaving them with a weak but clean person. of Gilneas.

Hmm, if you and I weren't enemies, I would have shed a few hypocritical tears for your spirit of sacrifice. "

The pirate glanced at the elven sword in his hand that exuded a cold light under the moonlight. He raised it with one hand and pointed it at the gray wolf Jean in front of him.

He winked and said:

"But you won the bet, my dear old Gene.

With my help, not only did you achieve your set goal, you even 'earned' the favor and protection of an orthodox demigod for your country and people.

You win.

It's a pity that I hate it when others use my wisdom for free, even if you don't mean it and I jumped into this plan on my own initiative.

After all, I contributed my wisdom to your country.

Therefore, according to the rules of the world, you must give me a reward that is satisfactory to me. I have decided to make your wife the queen. I have made all the arrangements. I have agreed with her on everything.

Whether you want it or not, you will have to step down with the reputation of being ‘incompetent’, ‘foolish’ and a ‘tyrant’. "

"I am willing, I will accept this result willingly."

A wild smile appeared on Jean's werewolf face. He grabbed the weapon in his hand and said to Blake:

"But before I step down, I have to deal with one last problem in the Kingdom of Gilneas as king. I have to clear all the obstacles for my wife."

Faced with this provocation, Black shrugged his shoulders, turned the blade slightly in his hand, and let out a clear blade hissing.

Jean's provocation and provocation at this time undoubtedly angered the proud Uncrowded Ones. They didn't even need Blake's summons. One after another assassins with bloody auras on their bodies were in the shadows. Show up.

Within a few seconds, Gene was surrounded.

They wore masks, but the weapons in their hands and sharp eyes meant that they did not want Jean to disturb the rest of Master Black who was leading them.

"Everyone, stand down! This is a personal grudge."

The pirate whispered:

"Just watch quietly, assassins, cheer for me or mourn for me."

The assassins spread out without any hesitation. They formed a silent battlefield on a desolate platform. Outside the battle circle, Goldrinn lay lying in the moonlight.

Its tail was wagging, and a pair of arrogant eyes looked over there.

It really didn't want this evil and stinking pirate to leave Gilneas tonight unharmed. He had been bewitched by him and lost the most important thing, so he also left some regrets here.

Everything in the world is exchanged with equal value!

The moonlight was lingering, and Maiev appeared high up in the ruins of the palace under the moon. She sat against the background of the moon and took out a rare bottle of fruit wine from her hand.

Maybe I have been in contact with Blake for too long, but since we are having fun, how can we not accompany it with good wine?

"Speaking loudly, old Gene, this ambition is not what a man of your age should have. There have been many people before you who claimed that they would end Black Shaw's evil wisdom.

There are men and women, light and dark, warriors and cowards.

Unfortunately, no one can do it. "

Blake's fingers slid along the blade of the sword, and with the sparks at the end, he hooked his fingers toward Jean and said:

"Come! Pseudo King Genn, all the grievances between Gilneas and I will be settled tonight. As the last person in the era of failure, let's see what is the difference between you and those losers? See what your arrogant fantasies can do Will it come true today? See if Lord Goldrinn's incompetent anger can harm me with your hands?"

Warrior Genn accepted the challenge, and rage echoed around him.

Probably because he fully mastered the wild power of the werewolf, Jean's anger also changed qualitatively. The blood-red power surrounded the big bad wolf king and condensed into a roaring wolf head.

It looks extremely strange and intimidating, just like the murderous intent of the angry ghost face from Hell Roar.

He stared at Black with his gray eyes mixed with red bloodshot eyes, twirled the scythe in his hand, turned into a blood shadow and rushed towards the pirate, he roared in the tone of the Werewolf King:

"No! Lord Goldrinn gave me its power, and what you want to taste is my wrath!"