Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The Gilneans worship wolves.

This is evident in their customs, in their flags and in the way they name their armies.

The most powerful army in Gilneas is called the Gray Wolf Brigade, and their flag bears the symbol of the wolf's claw. In the rural wilderness of that rainy country, there are a few days every year dedicated to celebrating the Black Wolf Festival.

It is said to commemorate the legendary story of Thoradin, the ancestor of mankind, who found Stromgarde under the guidance of the Black Wolf.

The emblem of the Greymane family also has a carefully carved wolf head pattern, which means that old Jean is actually one of those wild people who worship wolves.

Their love for wolves even reaches a twisted level.

Men use wolf skins as cloaks, and women decorate themselves with wolf tails. They love everything about those wild creatures so much, and hope that contact with them will give them courage and strength.

When there is desire, there is business, and when there is business, there is killing.

According to the statistics of the Society of Benevolence before they were overthrown by werewolves, there are no wild wolves in Gilneas. The only place in the country in the country to find some welcomed foreign wolf cubs is in Jean's private garden. .

It was this kind of killing that lasted for many years that led to the emergence of the Werewolf Curse. Folks in remote areas had superstitious rumors that the Werewolf Curse fell on Gilneas. In fact, it was the effects of the wolves who took their lives on this land Curse and revenge.

But no matter what the outside world says, the spreading werewolf curse in Gilneas is still an extremely heavy pressure on the ruler Genn Greymane.

From the day the curse appeared until now, the purpose of all his actions is to heal the pain of the people.

At first, he might have thought of taking advantage of it, but after Jean himself became a werewolf, he felt firsthand the heavy torment that the feral churning in his heart would bring to the human soul.

He feels the pain of his own people.

The more this happens, the more stubborn Jean becomes.

Even a little blind.

He found the Rendehui and the Tide Sage, he participated in the battle for the Supreme Warrior, he came to the Ashen Valley to find the origin of the werewolves and ancient holy objects, and he even turned to dark evil spirits and crazy ancient druids for help.

Jean no longer even cared about his reputation as a king. After realizing that the werewolf curse could not be clear, the king almost immediately turned to the other side.

Werewolves are not unintelligent creatures.

They have never been monsters. As long as they can suppress the wildness and beastliness in their hearts, they can support the heritage of a country just like humans.

As long as he has the Scythe of the Moon, which can command the wolves, Jean is sure to turn his country into a unique "Land of Wolves".

But his plan ended up going a little awry.

At the darkest dawn of the day, in the ruins of the palace covered with traces of battle, the smell of blood spreads everywhere, bringing a depressing and low atmosphere.

In these ruins, Jean is fighting!

Fighting in a carefree manner, as he said, this would be Genn Greymane's last battle as King of Gilneas.

The target of the battle is the pirate who has brought endless pain to the Gilneans, and even personally opened the Curse Era of Gilneas!

Blake Shaw!

A figure destined to go down in the history of Gilneas and all other human kingdoms, a bastard who must be defeated, but to this day has never been.

The werewolf warrior who finally found a balance between animality and humanity started with the "fatal calm" given to him by Goldrinn's wildness. Jean, who maintained absolute calmness in his anger, waved the Luna Scythe and moved towards Black with anger. When the head is chopped off, it is full of power and creates a blood-red storm of sudden death and beheading.

In the harsh sound of weapons friction, the extremely sharp Salamani and the sharp blades of the Luna Scythe collided and separated, and the dazzling sparks splashed out, causing Jean and Black to miss each other.

The pirate's armor had a scar that penetrated into the metal.

Three shadow daggers were inserted into Jean's chest, and the five curses attached to them took effect at the same time, making Jean feel pain and weakness.

But in Goldrinn's kingdom, the power of these curses could not affect Jean's strength and courage for the final battle.

Without any hesitation, the two turned around and became entangled in a deadly fighting posture.

"I won't kill you, Black, no Drake! Your death will turn Gilneas and Kul Tiras against each other, and that's not a good thing.

But as your dear 'uncle', I want to teach you a lesson today. "

Jean said hoarsely:

"I want you to know that there is a price to pay for doing bad things!"

"boom"

Jean's response was a bloody slash with thunder and lightning. The Elf Divine Sword cut across Jean's shoulder like jagged teeth, almost removing the wolf king's arm.

The pirate grabbed the divine sword with both hands and crossed it to the left and right, splitting the blade into two. He held the black and white swords in both hands and spread them out like wings. As the blood dripped on the rune blade, Black licked his lips and said:

"You were chosen by Goldrinn not because of how good you are. Gene, you have to recognize this cruel reality! It is really difficult for a third-rate warrior like you to satisfy an aloof guy like Goldrinn. .

Do you think you have mastered animal nature?

Let me show you a 'magic'. "

The blood-red light completely filled the pirate's eyes in the next second.

An animalistic aura that was even wilder than Jean's erupted from Black's body, making Jean feel that he was no longer facing a cunning pirate, but a wild beast staring at him.

He could even feel that the angry animal nature that he had just found a balance was showing signs of losing control again, and the control of the wolves by the Luna Scythe in his hand, which was supposed to be able to control the werewolves, was being interfered with and being fought for.

The one who is fighting against the Luna Scythe with his will is none other than Black Shaw in front of him! The call from the wilderness gave the werewolf Jean the urge to blend into the herd within a few seconds.

And the summons of the beasts that Black really released made Goldrinn, who was lying in the moonlight "watching the fun", shake his tail violently, and then the eyes of the lonely wolf god dimmed.

Hey, I was looking forward to seeing the arrogant Black get beaten up.

But he didn't expect that this stinky pirate could advance the way of the beast to such a high level by himself without any external help.

No wonder he doesn’t fight with the Alpha Wolf’s Edge, which has its own “Rampaging of the Beasts” power.

He has passed that stage.

He no longer needs to rely on the Alpha Wolf's Edge as a medium to call out to his herd. He has fully mastered his own animal nature and has completely integrated into the wild nature. He can even rely on his own animal nature to awaken the souls of every soul around him. animal instinct.

He is already the real beast king!

And his herds are everywhere.

Jean, who has just learned how to lead a pack of wolves, will find it difficult to win.

"Is that all you have? My weird uncle who likes to talk big, do you feel that the Luna Scythe in your hand betrays you?

You pathetic warrior!

You really don't realize that just because you are a werewolf, it doesn't mean that you can control the beasts. Wild nature does not mean that it will respond to you if you humblely pray to it. "

Blake looked up.

He spread his arms and raised his weapon high, and his wild call continued to echo in the Royal City of Gilneas.

Those werewolves who were panicked by the death of Howler felt that a more cunning, dark and powerful "Beast King" was calling them.

They will have a herd that they can integrate into again.

So they answered the call, and they became part of the herd.

Every addition of a beast will increase Black's momentum, and the summoned Uncrowned Ones will never refuse the call of such a powerful leader.

Within a few seconds, Black's animalistic aura swelled to a level that was not inferior to that of Goldrinn, causing Jean to hold on to his weapon but without any confidence that he could win.

In the entire city at dawn, amidst the neighing of wolves one after another, the red-eyed "Sea Wolf" Blake touched Frostclaw, the ghost wolf beside him who raised his head and roared.

The big stupid wolf has now transformed into a blood-red dire wolf-like monster under the stimulation of the herd's breath, truly showing the ferocious posture that a legendary beast should have.

Blake looked at Jean who was retreating and whispered:

"You are surrounded by wolves, Wolf King. Welcome to our forest"

The pirate walked forward with his swords in hand.

Every step he took made Jean more stressed. This was not because Jean had fear in his heart, but just the retreat instinct of a weak beast when faced with a natural predator.

Just like a lone wolf who has lost its pack will never take the initiative to provoke a tiger. Now, although there is not much difference in absolute strength between Jean and Black, the comparison in terms of animal power is like a stupid little star facing the wings of death.

This is no longer a question of whether we can win or not.

Starting such a battle is a wrong choice, and watching such a battle without helping is equivalent to the bystander being an accomplice!

The outcome is already clear.

It was so obvious that the ugly crow with the head of a fishman could be clearly seen flying around in the sky. Yes, even the baby fishman knew that Black would definitely win.

"stop!"

At this fatal moment, a shout suddenly sounded from the sky behind.

Everyone turned to glare at the bastard who interrupted the duel, only to find that it was the late Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage.

He had previously notified Hisari Black Crow through the druid channel to ask her to stabilize the situation first and leave Lilar Flamefang to him.

This time Malfurion came well prepared. He knew that he had to help Lord Goldrinn deal with a dark wolf god, so he took the rare opportunity to bring the sacred natural artifacts that he had always treasured.

It was a branch taken from the mother tree of the Emerald Dream. It possessed the world's most advanced natural healing ability. In terms of material and grade, this branch was even more precious than the Luna Scythe.

But Lord Stormrage wasted a little time in order to open the seal hiding the branch. When he rushed to Gilneas through the Dream Gate in the Hinterlands Mountains of the Emerald Dream, he was shocked to find out.

It's all over!

He was well prepared.

He even prepared himself mentally to die in battle, and even left a suicide note to Tyrande on Mount Hyjal. He knew that he had to stop the coming of Lykanthos the Howler, and it was necessary to sacrifice himself for this.

When it comes to salvation, Malfurion, who is kind and courageous, is as sacrificial as his brother Illidan, otherwise he would not have been favored by a woman like Tyrande, especially his competitor. Still a peerless lover like Brother Dan.

However, Malfurion's passion was ultimately misplaced.

He didn't even scratch the surface of the magnificent event and glorious achievement of fighting against the evil god.

But it was not in vain. The moment he flew into the already quiet Royal City of Gilneas, he felt a terrifying beastly will roaring to recruit the beasts.

He thought it was Lord Goldrinn's anger.

But when he came to take a look, he found that it was actually Black, the bastard, who was bullying a poor old werewolf with his power as a beast king!

This stinky pirate who bullied the old man is so disdainful!

How could the righteous Malfurion Stormrage sit idly by?

So he let out a restraining roar in the air. Of course, the Archdruid was not surprised by the fact that Black possessed the most advanced beastly nature.

On the contrary, he still sighed in his heart, as expected, Blake is weak now. How can he have the majesty of 10,000 years ago when his voice called out all the demigods in Mount Hyjal to fight in a group?

"Um?"

Blake, who was continuing to "mentally oppress" Jean, sensed the troublemaker.

He turned back and glared at the sky, and the "will of the pack" that was integrated with the werewolves throughout the process "smashed" hard at the nosy Malfurion like a wild hammer.

The impact of this "eye contact" caused the archdruid's flying posture in the air to be instantly confused. Druids are all capable of controlling animal nature, but Malfurion still felt the threat in an instant.

Always peaceful, he even completed the moonkin transformation in the air, flapping his small wings and falling to the ground while preparing to charge the moonfire spell. This was an instinctive reaction when facing fatal danger.

This small episode made the heavy pressure on Jean's heart suddenly relax. The moment Blake looked away, Jean burst out with all his strength and howled and rushed forward.

There is too much wild beastliness in the werewolf's soul and will. Such unbridled rage cannot be suppressed but can be guided. Faced with the wild recruitment of Black, the beast king, he has almost no chance of winning!

He knew that this desperate move before him was his only chance to win!

His will and his soul were burning, causing the Luna Scythe to be slashed out with blood-red angry flames the moment it was released. This blade made Blake blink his eyes.

He was all too familiar with this attack from Jean. Not long ago, he had personally witnessed the most terrifying destructive power of such an attack.

death wish

Ah, is it normal for Jean, who has always been desperate but never gave up the fight, to realize the power of such sadness?

"This is a good blow, old Jean, but it's a pity. I have seen death wishes that are a hundred times more powerful than this. You can't really die but you are still worried about it."

Lost! "

Black whispered something, and he did not dodge in the face of Jean's Scythe of the Moon.

At the moment when the short body held the closed Salamani, the legendary power Giant Killer, the legendary power Wilderness King, and the legendary power Black Emperor were activated at the same time.

The three divine powers of the void, nature, and moonlight were assisted by the blood drinker's real damage that ignored any defense and swung forward with a sword.

There is no need to have the bonus of talent and proficiency. When this blow was swung, Blake knew that in terms of skill alone, this blow definitely broke through the shackles of demigods and entered the realm of gods.

The two weapons didn't even make any sound at the moment of collision, like two light ghosts passing each other.

With a handsome gesture, the pirate put away the cheering Elf Sword three steps behind Jean. Behind him, Jean's body and skin from his shoulders to his waist and abdomen were torn open under the bloody cutting lines.

If it weren't for Goldrinn's divine power, this sword alone would be enough to kill Jean at least five times.

But the pain and failure were not what shocked the Wolf King the most. What really made him feel despair was that he noticed the mournful cry of the Luna Scythe in his hand.

The gray werewolf fell to his knees.

Holding the trembling werewolf origin object in front of him with both hands, behind him, Black stretched out his hand, crossed Jean's shoulder, and clasped the blade of the Luna Scythe.

"Jean, I'll give you the whole job, watch it."

whispered the pirate.

With a gentle movement of his five fingers.

With a click, the Scythe of the Moon, which had existed for more than nine thousand years and had caused the Scythe Claw disaster and the werewolf curse of Gilneas, collapsed in Genn's hands.

Like a defeated sandcastle, it collapsed in pieces like shattered glass.

"Congratulations to you and all the worgen of Gilneas, you are truly free."

Blake patted the old wolf king on the shoulder and whispered into his drooping wolf ears:

"You're welcome, but you owe me one more time."