Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The first batch of werewolves in Gilneas were unable to switch forms according to their own ideas. At that time, the werewolf curse had just spread, and neither humans nor the first batch of unlucky werewolves had much understanding of this power.

They see it as a scourge.

This situation continued until the Rende Society began research into werewolf powers.

The little animal druids believe that the werewolf's power comes from mother nature. This form is very similar to the druid's transformation. If the druid can control the animal nature from human to beast and back to human, then the werewolf should be able to do the same.

The proposal of this hypothesis gave Jean and his werewolves hope.

But the real breakthrough came when Lyal Flamefang escaped from the Emerald Dream. The old druid from nine thousand years ago taught the secrets of werewolf transformation to the weak compatriots of Gilneas.

From that time on, the werewolf can briefly transform back into human form and walk under the sun, but such a transformation is still problematic. Although he has transformed back into a human, his mind and soul are still dominated by the wild nature of the werewolf.

Rather than curing the curse, such a transformation was more like giving the werewolf form a camouflage that was more suitable for sneak attacks.

Until now, the appearance problem has finally been completely solved.

When the first ray of sunlight shone down at dawn, Jean tamed his animal nature in full view of the public, letting his human will dominate his body and soul, and truly transformed from a werewolf back to a human.

This can be confirmed by looking at his joyful and freely stretched form at this time. In such an ecstatic situation, he has not howled like a wild beast, which fully proves his identity.

This body is no longer dominated by the gray-furred werewolf named Genn, but the real Greymane is returning.

The best thing is that while he regained his life, he also retained the power of the werewolf. This is simply the most perfect fusion of the two forms.

Under Blake's "kind reminder", old Jean had no time to bar his teeth at him, so he covered his lower body in embarrassment and ran out naked amidst the howls of a group of werewolves.

He ran back a few seconds later wearing a tattered cloak.

Before he could exchange heartfelt messages with Queen Mia, who was equally happy, the stinky pirate came over shamelessly and waved an instant-printed photo in his hand in front of old Jean's eyes.

The naked scene in the photo made old Jean frown.

Blake didn't say much, he just made a cosmic gesture of rubbing his fingers to Gene, and the meaning was already obvious.

"I paid for him!"

Queen Mia, who was in a very good mood, snatched the photo over and admired it carefully in her hand. She then snapped her fingers at the pirate. Blake, who had succeeded in blackmailing, grinned and took out the negative of the dwarf's camera and placed it in the queen's hand.

He looked around and reminded in a low voice:

"Werewolves from the entire city are coming. This is the most appropriate opportunity. Don't pick the time. Lord Goldrinn and Archdruid Malfurion happen to be here.

Now, let the coronation begin.

Gilneas has just gone through a turbulent three months, and the country is in desperate need of stability. I think a chic queen can cheer up the people. "

"You want me to be crowned in ruins? No matter how urgent it is, we have to wait until here for a little repair, right?"

Queen Mia said in a bad tone.

Blake easily heard the queen's "overtone". He snorted and said:

"You two, don't plan to default on your debt! We have agreed before that if I can transform Jean from a werewolf back to a human, I can naturally transform him from a human into a werewolf.

You'd better not try to offend me during this joyous moment, Aunt Mia.

I think your two subordinates should have warned you that you cannot afford to offend me! "

"Okay, stinky pirate!"

Jean held his wife's hand and said in a tone full of disgust:

"We Gilneans never default on our debts! My Mia is just too excited. She needs some time to adjust her mood. You can prepare for the coronation ceremony and so on.

Anyway, judging from your actions in ‘coronating’ old Lothar in North County, you should be very ‘good’ at this.

I promise that Mia will become the Queen of Gilneas today, and I will also ensure that your interests in Gilneas are not harmed, but one thing must be met. "

Old Jean looked to the north and whispered:

"We have to wait for Darius to return victoriously. Until Godfrey's group of stubborn guys are eliminated, Mia will not be able to secure her position as king even if she is crowned."

"Don't worry, don't think you are the only one who arranged the arrangements."

The pirate sneered and said:

"Even if Lord Godfrey, the 'Fragment of the Earth', escapes the pursuit of Lord Darius, he cannot escape the sharp blade of the Uncrowned. Since I ask Aunt Mia to become the queen, I will naturally clear all obstacles for her.

Prince Liam and Princess Tess are coming to the royal city on a ship, along with my mother, who will witness this ceremony as an official spectator of Kul Tiras. "

Having said this, Black put his hands on his hips and challenged Gene:

"What you old wolf can't do, my Aunt Mia can do on the first day she becomes king. Gilneas will become a true national alliance with Kul Tiras after it stabilizes.

From this point alone, Aunt Mia is destined to be better than you. "

"You're right. I'm a loser, a loser in every sense of the word. Mia is destined to become a greater king than me."

Old Jean was not provoked at all.

He responded to Black's sarcasm with a completely broken posture, which made the pirate frown. He wondered whether Jean was injected with too much benevolent moonlight during the feral appeasement ritual, causing this guy's brain to break?

Isn't this too peaceful?

Black glared at Jean and hooked up with Miss Black Crow who was not far away. When she came over, he introduced the Queen and his wife in front of him:

"This Hisari Black Crow Archdruid is the leader of the Flame Druid Faction. She has taken the Rende Society under her command, and will also take over as the leader of the Gilneas Wolf Cult during the coronation ceremony.

I have plans for her future.

Under her leadership, the Wolf Cult will be transformed into the local Druid sect of Gilneas, and she will become the leader of Gilneas' faith as the 'Harvest Witch Priest', similar to the archbishops of other kingdoms.

She will be responsible for the intermediary between the royal family and Lord Goldrinn. Aunt Mia's coronation ceremony will also be hosted by the Black Crow Archdruid. Aunt Mia must join the sect as a 'Protector of the Faith'.

Do you have any comments? "

Mr. and Mrs. Jean looked at each other. Of course they had opinions!

But I have already said it before, now I can only nod and accept it.

"Very good, then everything is settled, let's wait for the ceremony to begin."

Blake smiled with satisfaction, held his pipe in his mouth, spread his arms and said to the person in front of him in a very unscrupulous tone:

"I want to confirm for the last time that the grudge between me and Gilneas was buried at the end of last night, right? There won't be any werewolf lunatic trying to assassinate me in various ways in the future, right?"

"I can't guarantee that."

Jean grinned and said in a bad tone:

"I can only guarantee that the grudges between you and the Greymane royal family will be eliminated, but my people hate you so much. They spontaneously formed organizations and forces to fight against you, and I have no reason to intervene.

I'm even less willing to do that. "

"Then let them come as they please."

The pirate snorted coldly and said nonchalantly:

"As long as they can do it, it's no big deal if I hand over my life to the Gilneans. So, you people in this country are just not likable.

It’s not unreasonable for people from other countries to reject you!

So be it. "

Blake turned and walked away, leaving the Crow and the Queen to discuss the details of the coronation process.

In fact, there is nothing to discuss about this process. As Queen Mia said, even the palace is in ruins, and the ceremony held here is naturally not grand and solemn.

But that's a good thing for the Crows.

This was her first time presiding over an event of this level, so she was somewhat nervous.

"Hey, old Hemet, you old dog didn't get bitten to death by a werewolf. It's really gratifying."

Blake walked out of the crowd and soon saw the seriously injured old dwarf gunner being supported by his son and surrounded by his famous "Nesingwari Hunting Team", walking into the ruins of the palace with an arrogant attitude that did not recognize his relatives.

Although the old dwarf was very embarrassed and his whole body was covered with bandages, the old dwarf's mental state was very good. Even though he was injured like this, he was still yelling at his son to pour wine into his mouth.

When he heard Blake's "hello", the old dwarf who was being supported laughed immediately, and shouted to Blake at the top of his lungs:

"Come on! Stinky pirate, come and see the 'prey' I have hunted! This is the most satisfying beast I have hunted in the past two years."

"No way? Did you kill him?"

The pirate asked in shock. When he got closer, he saw a wounded white-haired werewolf lying in an iron cage carried by a hunting team.

The guy's body was covered with blood stains and scars. He was chained but still wild and howling around him.

There was no trace of reason left in the werewolf's eyes, it was completely chaotic and violent, and his aura was more like a real wolf's rage.

The pirate stared at him, stretched out his hand and knocked on the cage. This action made the white-haired werewolf even more angry and bared his teeth and barked at him. The saliva dripping from the guy's mouth made the pirate take a few steps back in disgust.

"Your Excellency Isolarius, isn't this too miserable for you?"

Blake blew out a smoke ring and looked at the former Archdruid of the Rendehui who was trapped in the cage. He whispered:

"Lelar Flamefang also seems to be disgusted with you group of unreasonable lunatics. He has almost completely destroyed your sanity. It seems that it will take you a long, long time to recover.

What a pity. I still like your unruly attitude when you placed a bounty on me. "

"Curse. Curse"

The archdruid in the cage seemed to recognize Black.

But he couldn't control his mind and could only express what was in his heart with a sob. To others, the sob was meaningless, but Black understood what Isolarius meant.

He felt in his heart that this Druid of the Society of Humanity was really crazy. Isolarius had fallen to this point, but he still didn't intend to let old Hemet go.

But at any rate, I had promised to others before.

Blake blinked, and under the gaze of the white-haired werewolf in the cage, he reached out and patted the injured but proud old Hemet on the shoulder.

He used a little too much force.

A beacon of sin was imposed on the old dwarf in a way that was almost an attack. The old dwarf, who was drinking and discussing with other members of the hunting team about starting a big hunt in Gilneas, immediately felt something was wrong.

When the thought of finally being free to hunt wild beasts floated in his mind, a sharp pain burst out of his mind, causing the old dwarf to scream and twitch in his son's arms.

"What did you do to me!"

Old Hemet stared at Black fiercely. When the members of the Nesingwari hunting team saw that their boss was attacked, they immediately grabbed their weapons and pointed them at the pirates.

But in the next moment, the daggers of the Uncrowned Ones who emerged from the shadows and put them on the necks of these hunters quickly "calmed down".

Do not impulse!

Everyone!

There are many of them

"Nothing, just a curse of sin, my dear dwarf friend."

Blake knelt down, took out a dwarf cigar from his bag, put it to the twitching old dwarf's mouth, and took out a dwarf lighter to light it for him.

He looked into old Hemet's painful eyes and said:

"You have killed too many beasts in your life, whether for the pleasure of hunting or for what you think is the reason for maintaining the balance of nature. You really don't have a good reputation in the eyes of those who really care about nature.

Such is your sin, my dear Hemet.

You are getting older and need to restrain yourself. Don't worry, this curse will only be triggered when you trigger the sin, normal hunting will not give you a headache.

But if you and your followers kill wild animals indiscriminately, you will be miserable. "

"I didn't offend you, did I?"

The old dwarf grinned and said:

"I thought we were friends, you bastard."

"We are indeed friends."

The pirate bent his eyes and smiled. He pointed at the white-haired werewolf in the cage who became strangely quiet after seeing old Hemet being cursed. He whispered:

"But this curse is a request from His Excellency Isolarius. Before you put this curse of sin on it, Your Excellency the Archdruid had already suffered from the torture of sin for a long time.

I once asked him if he felt anything, and he told me that you, the hunter who has loved and killed him for decades, should also experience this feeling.

You are all guilty.

I mean, it's time to retire, old Hemet. Your passion for hunting has been waning anyway. Leave your career to your son. The second generation is already good enough.

You'd better go back and think about your autobiography.

It’s not a problem to hire someone to write for you all the time, right? "

After speaking, Black nodded to the young dwarf who was supporting old Hemet, who responded with a gentle and bright smile.

In this noisy environment, it was until noon that the belated Lord Darius appeared in the ruins of the palace with his "captives".

A group of "human supremacists" headed by Lord Godfrey were all transformed into werewolves by the northern lord himself. They were wailing in agony, but were forced to be held on the edge of the palace as bystanders of the upcoming coronation ceremony.

The werewolves in the entire royal city and surrounding areas gathered together. The news of the new king's enthronement and the cure of the curse had spread throughout the city like a gust of wind. The werewolves walked out of the darkness and stood in the sun. They howled one after another and shouted for Mia. The Queen's name represents their expectations for the future they finally got back.

Soon, Queen Mia, who was dressed in a king's dress, wearing a blue ribbon and a wide cloak, appeared in the ruins. She stepped onto the platform from under the ruins, and the werewolves along the way made way for her.

The original king, Genn Greymane, took off his previous attire, wore a suit of light armor, held a helmet, and wore a knight's sword at his waist, guarding his wife in a gray-haired human form.

He willingly gave up his position as king.

To be honest, he has been really tired in the past two years.

"I said, these things can still be repaired, right?"

Outside the cheering crowd, Black leaned lazily next to Goldrinn's huge body, and the wolf god also shrank his body and lay under a big tree in a docile posture with his paws intertwined.

One person and one wolf watched the ceremony from a distance. Black threw the fragments of the Luna Scythe in his hand and said to Goldrinn:

"I know you hate these things, but it wouldn't be bad if you forged them into a sword and gave it to the queen as a gift. The Gilneans will all believe in you in the future, so you should give them a sacred object. "

"Ouch"

Goldrinn wagged his tail and let out a low spirited voice, which meant:

You figure it out, I'm worried now.

"What's bothering you?"

Blake whispered maliciously:

"You'd better prepare to 'enter the bridal chamber' quickly.

Just like how Lady Elune and Malorne combined to produce Cenarius, why should the combination of such a powerful wolf god and moon god give birth to a demigod who is not weaker than Cenarius, right? Bar?

When the baby is born, remember to send invitations to me, the 'matchmaker', and I will prepare a big red envelope. Oh, don't bite! My head can't stand your teeth.

Damn it!

bleeding! Damn it! I won't be transformed into a werewolf pirate by you, right? "