Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The Luna Scythe shattered in front of Jean's eyes.

This scene made everyone present wide-eyed.

Especially those werewolves summoned by the herd. They gathered around the platform, their ears pricked up, their eyes widened, and some even stuck out their tongues.

This is not just a matter of a weapon breaking.

At the moment when the Scythe of the Moon was shattered, whether it was the werewolves hiding in the royal city of Gilneas, or Lord Darius and his werewolf soldiers who violently beat up Lord Godfrey on the northern border, as long as they were in Gilneas All werewolves in the country clearly heard the sound of soul-level shattering at this moment.

It was not a destruction that hurt the soul and will, but more like the collapse of the shackles. To put it more crudely, it was like a dog chain being taken away from the neck.

No one can control their thoughts and will with a single weapon, and no one can ignore the werewolves' resistance and unite them into an army of darkness.

But freedom is something that not everyone pursues, so the werewolves could only accept the reality that they were finally free at a loss.

Except for some smart guys who have started to howl and cheer, the other werewolves are still savoring the unique taste of being unrestrained.

And Jean.

He thought more, and more thoughts brought more pain.

"I think you are sensible enough after enduring so many failures. I think you can bear more losses after repeated defeats. But it seems that you are not as strong as I thought.

Look at your expression, old Gene, you look like a loser who has lost everything.

Even his last mind was on the verge of collapse. "

Black's voice sounded behind Old Jean. He put his hand on the gray-haired werewolf's shoulder and whispered:

"Don't you like the ending I created for your country and people? Perhaps rather than a real wolf country, you want a caste kingdom composed of a small number of free werewolves and the vast majority of 'untouchable werewolves' ?”

Old Jean did not answer this poignant question.

It was as if his spine had been broken.

He curled up and ignored the injuries on his body. He just lay there and grabbed the scythe that broke his face on the ground, as if he wanted to put them back together.

He could feel the cursed life force rapidly expanding on his cut body, and the scars left by the pirates had scabbed over and would become scars on his body.

A man's medal.

But he was not proud of it.

"Don't you want to say something? Gene."

The pirate asked again.

The old werewolf shook his body, and his voice was extremely tired at this moment, as if all hatred and grudges had become meaningless at this moment.

"I have completely understood this cruel reality. There is no solution to the werewolf curse.

I have been searching, but I have been unable to find the power to purify it from the outside world. My people and I have to live with this curse forever, and pass it on to our descendants.

I thought so, and I fell into despair until I found the scythe in the abandoned temple.

I thought I could lead the werewolves to rebuild Gilneas with this scythe. I thought I could use this scythe to shape the werewolves into qualified citizens from their unruly wildness.

It created the werewolf, and it is the scepter of the Wolf King.

It's my last hope.

It is the last hope for this sinking country.”

Jean's claws clasped a piece of the sickle, and the sharp fragment cut his skin, and blood dripped down Jean's claws and fell to the ground.

The gray-haired werewolf shook his body, seeming to suppress the emotions that were about to erupt like a volcano. He said:

"Now, there is nothing! Hope, the future, this country. It was you who spread the werewolf curse to this land, and it was you who destroyed our last hope of running towards the light.

Blake Shaw!

How evil do you have to be to do such a thing without changing your expression? "

"I really want to explain to you why I did this, but I feel like if I said this, you would think I was quibbling."

Black snorted, blew out a smoke ring, and glanced at Malfurion Stormrage Archdruid, who was striding towards this direction under the gaze of everyone.

He made a "please" gesture to the great druid in front of him who had antlers and bird wings on his arms.

He said:

"So, let a trustworthy and decent person explain all this to you. Maybe Lord Stormrage can make you truly realize your biggest mistake.

But trust me, Gene, this time I meant no harm.

I was just being ordered to complete the work that I had already done. This time it was not a personal grudge.

Use your little werewolf brain and think about it. "

The pirate lowered his voice and said in Jean's ear:

"That is a divine tooth of a demigod. If the owner does not allow it, there is no way I can crush it with my mortal power. Goldrinn's blessing, and this moon scythe that can control werewolves?

Do you think the two are one?

No no no.

You can't be so greedy.

You can only choose one from them! "

Blake patted Jean on the shoulder as if saying goodbye and said:

"I know that under the appearance of a powerful werewolf, you have an indecisive heart, so I helped you make a choice. When you hold your wife and children in your arms and enjoy your life that is finally back on track.

You're welcome. "

After saying that, Black laughed and walked away with his pipe in his mouth.

With the uncrowned men and werewolves around him making way for him with respect and fear, he walked towards Goldrinn lying in the moonlight.

Under the moon, the wolf god stared at Black with a very unkind look, but until the pirate came to it, Goldrinn did not launch an attack and bite the damn bastard to death.

On the contrary, the aloof wolf god even allowed Black to raise his hand and touch its mane.

This seemed to represent that while Goldrinn hated Black, he was also satisfied that he had successfully completed the tasks he ordered.

"So, Lord Goldrinn."

The pirate stroked the handsome and mighty silver mane of the wolf god in front of him. He took off his Luna war helmet, shook his long golden hair and looked at Goldrinn. He said:

"I have finished my work. You said before that you would give me some benefits. Seeing that I have completed my work so well, and I also saved your dog today. For the sake of a wolf's life, why don't you give me more? It will be difficult to end this matter.”

"Ouch!"

Goldrinn glared at Black with a look of annoyance.

After a few seconds, it glanced at the bright moonlight in the sky, then made a resting posture like a dog, placing its head on its interlocked paws.

Even closed his eyes.

This seemed to be an attempt to renege on the debt, but Black already fully understood what Goldrinn meant: the benefits this wolf god owes you will be paid to you by the moon god.

Well.

The bastard guy kept by Bai Fumei is so tough when he talks.

——

"When you took this sickle away, I had just woken up from years of slumber. I didn't have time to stop you, and I didn't have time to tell you everything about it.

Perhaps a share of the responsibility for the tragedy of Gilneas belongs to me. "

In the ruins that were about to welcome the dawn sun, Malfurion Stormrage Archdruid, who had anxiously come all the way from Mount Hyjal, half-knelt in front of the lonely and desperate Genn.

The archdruid held the branches of Garnier, the Mother Tree, and flicked them on his fingertips with healing power to help Jean recover from his injuries. The kind-hearted archdruid said to Jean in a guilty tone:

"I was the one who banished Lyal Flamefang and his Scytheclaw Druids back then. I sealed them in the deepest part of the Emerald Dream. I hope they can sleep forever.

But we ultimately failed to control the darkness and evil born among us, and we failed to fulfill our duty as caretakers, allowing them to rise again in your country nine thousand years later.

What the druids of the Scytheclaw have done to your people, the Cenarion Order will not stand idly by and we will do our best to heal the land and all life on it. "

"Lelar told me that as long as the Scythe of Luna is around, there is still hope for the werewolves."

Jean looked at the fragment of the scythe in his hand.

He whispered:

"I have personally experienced the influence of this scythe on werewolves. It can indeed control werewolves to do cruel things, but it can also be used as a key to leadership and education."

"No! Lelar was just lying to you, Jean."

Malfurion said with a serious expression:

"Although Black behaved very rudely, I must tell you that he is right on this matter! It was not for nothing that we hid the sickle seal back then, Your Majesty Jean.

Don't believe any of the beautification of the Scythe of Luna by the Scytheclaw Druids. This weapon should never have appeared in the first place! "

Malfurion pointed to the shattered Luna Scythe on the ground, and he said to Genn:

"This weapon not only represents the sanctity of wild nature, but also embodies the out-of-control brutality of beastiality. It is an entity that combines tranquility and violence. It is not only a weapon, but also a symbol.

Unfortunately, it can never be held by mortals.

The story of Ralar is the beginning of the disaster it caused, and the story of Gilneas is the end of its existence.

To be honest, after seeing the Luna Scythe shatter with my own eyes, I finally settled a matter on my mind. Blake did what we've always wanted to do, but couldn't.

From this point on, we should all be grateful to him. "

"I'm not going to thank him and I don't want to listen to anything that comes out of his mouth, it's not trustworthy.

But he said you can answer these doubts for me, say it, Archdruid, I'm listening, there's nothing else I can do anyway as a complete loser. "

Gene raised his head and looked in front of him. Queen Mia with disheveled hair was walking towards him. Gene showed a bad smile and stretched out his hand to his wife.

After seeing Jean finally awake, the queen almost burst into tears for a moment. She ran over and hugged her furry husband tightly, and Jean also held his lost wife in his arms.

This sight made the archdruid smile.

Although he arrived late and did not catch up with any battles, the satisfactory scene in front of him made Lord Stormrage feel the warmth brought by good things in his heart.

He said softly:

"Blake is a prophet. He has a code of conduct as a prophet. They are very good at pretending to be gods and ghosts, and always hide their true thoughts in those words that are unclear and powerful.

Talking in roundabout ways is their 'good tradition'.

In fact, as long as you are familiar with Blake's way of speaking, you will find that he, a lying pirate, almost never lies about issues related to the future.

This is one of his few remaining virtues. "

"Um?"

Jean looked at the Archdruid with a sideways look.

He said suspiciously:

"You seem to be familiar with him, and you don't seem to hate him? Why would a legendary figure like you be close to such a bad guy?

You've also heard about the things he did in the Kingdom of Stormwind, right? I heard that he wounded His Majesty Tyrande. That was your wife. Aren't you angry?

In my eyes, Blake, the bastard who caused Gilneas pain, has gone crazy. He is immersed in his own dark fantasies and his dark prophecies are completely out of touch with the real world. "

Malfurion smiled and did not answer the question. He picked up a fragment of the Luna Scythe from the ground and put it in his hand. He looked at the broken demigod fang and said softly:

"I am the last Druid to handle the Scythe of the Moon. I personally sealed the scythe in a secret place. I did this in the hope that it and the power it represents can be forgotten by time.

I actually have my own little secret, Your Majesty Jean, and Queen Mia.

As a great druid loved by nature, I had actually studied the wild power of Goldrinn in depth before the War of Satyr. During the War of the Ancients, we had sacrificed a lot to fight against the demons.

I once thought about using this wild power for the war of guardianship, so theoretically, I, Malfurion Stormrage, am the first true Scytheclaw Druid in this world.

I was one step away from entering your realm and into Leral's realm. I was one step away from becoming a werewolf.

It’s just that I was very sensible and lucky. At the last moment, I was rescued by an ‘old friend’. After realizing that Goldrinn’s wildness could not be controlled, I decisively gave up this power.

But I know a lot about the dark secrets of werewolves.

This is why I finally made up my mind to use the power of nature to banish Lelar and his sickleclaw druids.

I.

Ben is one of you.

I'm just not as crazy as other werewolves. In other words, I learned to balance my animal nature on my own. "

"Shua"

Upon hearing Malfurion's "decryption", Jean's eyes suddenly changed.

He moved his fingers and stared at Malfurion in front of him. The next moment, Malfurion in front of him smiled at him. The elf's face suddenly changed, and he turned into a man wrapped in the power of nature. A wolf head that looks very similar to Jean's.

This scene made Jean and Queen Mia in his arms widen their eyes at the same time, but before they could take a serious look, Malfurion returned from the werewolf form to the elf form.

"this"

Gene felt a burst of ecstasy, and the anguish and despair in his heart were instantly dispelled. He whispered with a mixture of anxiety and expectation:

"Can you remain in human form for a long time without being affected by the wildness of werewolves? This is exactly what the growler used to tempt us. It said it could give us such an ability.

I know this is presumptuous, but can you teach us? "

"Of course, Your Majesty Jean."

Malfurion let out a sigh of relief.

He looked back at Black, who was talking to Lord Goldrinn, and said to Genn:

"This is what I came for. The ancient debt of gratitude can finally be repaid today, which makes me feel relieved. But Your Majesty Jean, you must be prepared to perform this 'Wild Appeasement' ceremony.

In addition, even if the ritual is successful, you and your people will not be able to return to the peaceful old days in an instant.

I'm a druid.

It took me thousands of years to master my bestial nature, and my situation cannot be considered ordinary.

I can give you a chance to restore humanity, but the wildness of werewolves will always haunt you, and you need to rely on yourself to find that balance in your soul. "

"That's enough! It's enough to become a human again. Archdruid, let's start now. Please tell me, what preparations do I need?

What will this suffering country have to pay for this precious ceremony? "

Gene asked quickly.

The archdruid glanced at him and said softly:

"There is no need to put any pressure, Your Majesty, someone has already paid you."