Shadow Trails in Azeroth

The general attack has been launched, and the righteous men have approached the middle and lower parts of the Storm Furnace. As the fastest group of people, Fenna can even hear the weird roar mixed with the sound of steel coming from the lower level.

Dai Lin, the big daddy in the "Vryk Killer King" form, also went crazy down there.

He has already hacked to death the "Sleepless Secret Party" stationed here, and now he is facing a duel with the Void Herald, the guard general sent to the Crucible of Storms by N'Zoth.

And in the secret path leading to the lower level of the Storm Furnace, Dai Lin's good comrade Jean, who had been keeping a low profile and had been "fishing in the water", suddenly "transformed" and neatly chopped off the heads of two Ke'sir assassins. This shocking scene caused several people around him to step aside.

Especially Mrs. Golden Sword, who is maintaining her spellcasting.

She herself was confused by the bizarre changes in this scene. Looking at Jean's ferocious face that had completely transformed into a werewolf, the lady teleported to her daughter in a flash.

Finna Golden Sword, who chopped down the last faceless attacker with a flying ax, also carried "Usok's Wisdom" and the phase barrier, turned around to face Jean and made a shield block.

"Hey, were you bitten by those void creations?"

Fenner exclaimed:

"Do they still have this ability? Can they turn a normal person into a werewolf? No way?"

Jean himself didn't express much.

He didn't even pay attention to the vigilance and suspicion of the four people in front of him, but raised his head, the nostrils at the front of his protruding wolf-like mouth twitched slightly, the bloodshot eyes twined in his gray eyes, the wild aura that he couldn't suppress, and that The canine teeth sticking out bit by bit from the corners of the mouth are really frightening.

A second later, Jean suddenly raised his left paw and slashed the accessory sword to an uninhabited place beside him.

There was a crisp "bang" sound, and the broken blade flew out in a swirl, and was inserted into the fleshy ground next to Jean's leather boots that had been torn by wolf claws.

At the place where he swung his sword, Black appeared with the moon blade and paused.

The smelly pirate said in an exaggerated tone:

"Well, my noble and wild Majesty Jean, how does it feel to transform into a werewolf under the moonlight night? Do you feel that you are full of power now?"

The magic eyeballs floating on his shoulders moved up and down, as if examining them, and then asked:

"I'm curious, were you bitten by a lucky werewolf? Or are you actively pursuing this power? After seeing the majesty of a pack of wolves with your own eyes, you sacrificed yourself in an attempt to assimilate and control it. Those crazy werewolves, make them your people again?

You really intend to become the king of wolves. It seems that you have understood my ‘painstaking efforts’, which is really gratifying. But I still have to ask, are you sure you are here to help and not to cause trouble?

I suggest you hold on tight and get out now.

The werewolf's sanity problem is already a headache, and I really don't want to see you going crazy in N'Zoth's territory. The rest of you look at him too, though the werewolf curse doesn't spread to elves

Uh, I forgot. "

Blake patted his forehead and looked at the four strange-looking people beside him as if he suddenly realized something.

He said meaningfully:

"The werewolf curse can be transmitted to the night elves. The first werewolves were the Kaldorei. As for whether the Quel'dorei elves are immune to being bitten by a mad werewolf

I don't know.

So, good luck to you, fellow werewolves. "

"Can you say something nice!"

Fenna moved her shoulders uncomfortably and screamed.

He thought that Black was just making a disgusting joke, but he didn't realize that under Black's "reminder", the expressions of the Golden Sword Lady and the Elf Sword Master Morningseeker became wary at the same time.

These few words were also heard by the Great Druid of the Moonclaw who came from behind. He blinked, turned back and said to the watcher Nasa who was shaking his head beside him:

"He said that to deliberately isolate the werewolf king named Jean, right? Why did he do that?"

"Jean is his enemy. He doesn't want Gene to get too close to others and form an alliance against him. Sowing discord is an understandable move.

Blake was very good at using words to stir up this element of distrust in others. "

Nasa explained in a low voice:

"But in this case, I think it's more likely that he just said something casually to provoke a conflict. The reason may be that he just thinks it's fun, or he's provoking Jean to make him angry and lose his mind.

In short, Archdruid, don't believe any word of Black, and don't think that he is our friend just because he maintains a good relationship with the Wild Demigod.

He is no one's friend!

Keep this in mind.

Although I followed him out of necessity and for a short time, I had already seen through his true nature.

The cunning and viciousness of this pirate exceeds your imagination. He relies on his accurate predictions to stir up trouble and spread chaos and hatred. Compared with him, the ancestor Satsavis is as pure as a child. "

The Watcher's explanation made the Arch Druid of the Moonclaw nodded slightly.

But the two did not intervene in the conversation between Blake and Gene.

After Blake finished speaking, he saw Jean jump over with a whoosh, like a wild werewolf hunting, his claws dancing wildly in the air, leaving an afterimage, each claw was directed towards Blake's vitals, slashing with deadly moves.

But the pirate was dodging back and forth in place, easily dodging Jean's attacks every time, making the furious werewolf look like he was fighting his own shadow.

After Jean transformed into a werewolf, his temper was really hot and unseemly.

The great knight Uther hurriedly stepped forward to hold the angry Jean, not afraid that the mad werewolf would turn around and give him a blow.

There is currently no "special cure" for the werewolf curse. No matter how elegant and easy-going you may be before the transformation, after transforming into a werewolf, you will be a mad dog who can lose your mind at any time.

But the great knight’s adventurous appeasement also makes sense.

The general attack is going smoothly now, and we are about to reach the final pass of the evil land. When we are about to win, we cannot let our own people start fighting among themselves.

So, Brother Ji, forget it, we are all our own for the time being, please bear with it for now.

While Gene was breathing heavily, he scolded the smelly pirate with his arms folded in front of him in a low tone:

"You evil pirate, if you didn't see that the current situation is really urgent, I would kill you even if I died here! Because your misbehavior has caused my people to suffer a lot.

After causing trouble in Gilneas, you came to Kul Tiras to cause trouble.

This is all your fault! "

"Hey, even though I'm wearing a blindfold, I think you're really blind. Anyone with normal vision should understand that I'm here as a 'savior'.

You attribute all your problems to me, which makes me feel that you are quite incompetent as a king.

Or do you think I'm causing trouble for you by breaking through the veil of darkness in Kul Tiras? Did you sacrifice your brain for strength? Jean.

Do you really think that if I don't do all this, the Church of Storms and N'Zoth will hide honestly and respect the people of Kul Tiras?

When something goes wrong, you don't think about how to solve it, but instead blame the 'bell ringer' who caused the trouble. Your idea is really interesting. No wonder Gilneas is in such chaos. "

Blake picked his ears and said casually:

"Besides, are you sure you can kill me if you risk your life? It seems that some people really think they can turn curses into power, but you hid it well.

Even those crazy druids from the Society of Humanity were deceived by you. "

Jean's wolf fangs made a dangerous sound as they rubbed together. His ears stood up, and his pair of beast eyes stared at Black, as if he would rush out to fight at any moment.

But the pirates were not afraid of this crazy and wild murderous intention.

He even approached Jean very playfully, sniffed next to the gray-haired werewolf king, then waved his hands in a very sly and regretful manner and said:

"I also dabble in alchemy. Look at the strong herbal smell on your body.

But the medicines you prepared can no longer suppress your constantly bursting out animalistic nature. My poor Majesty, every ‘transformation’ consumes your few humanity.

Perhaps after two or three more times, you will no longer be able to force your way back to human form with the power of the potion.

Judging from your appearance now, you should have obtained the secret herbal medicine of the Wolf Cult, which allows you to maintain part of your mind in werewolf form, but please listen to my advice.

If just potions can't solve the problem, the power of the curse is like an invisible hunter, following you like a shadow, and sooner or later it will take away everything from you.

Werewolves are monsters created by the druids, and they hold the key to solving the problem.

But druids are a bad bunch!

They know clearly where the breakthrough is to solve the problem, but they are unwilling to hand over that vital natural treasure to you. Those nature worshipers who live in dens are a bad bunch, and you have to be careful when making friends with them. "

"Ahem"

Before Blake could finish his words, the archdruid Shaun Moonclaw behind him coughed. The old elf said with a wooden face and a cold tone:

"Is this the etiquette of you humans? Say bad things about us in front of me? Mr. Pirate, you may have seen the caves of the Warden, but I think you have never heard of the tree caves of the Cenarion Order. Cage.

What I mean is, if you continue to stir up hatred like this, then when I go back to Val'sharah, I will have to take a half-dead pirate prisoner with me. "

"Okay, I was wrong, but I wasn't talking nonsense, right?"

Black spread his arms and said to the Moonclaw Archdruid:

“Even an ignorant foreign pirate like me knows that the Scythe of the Moon God, which has been lost for more than nine thousand years, is hidden in an abandoned temple in Ashenvale.

It's impossible for you old druids who have lived for more than 10,000 years not to know, right? "

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The expression on the Moonclaw Archdruid's face at this moment was quite exciting.

After a few seconds of silence, he took a deep look at Blake and said:

"We really don't know this. If we knew the whereabouts of the Scythe of the Moon, we would have used it to appease the growing scourge of werewolves in Gilneas.

I heard that you are an all-knowing prophet. Perhaps you can help us find the Scythe of Luna and solve the disaster in Gilneas? "

"The prophet doesn't know everything."

Blake made a "helpless" gesture. He glanced around, then glanced at the rapidly advancing front line in the rear, and finally listened to the battle roars coming from the lower level of the Storm Furnace.

He said nonsense:

"I only learned from watching past images that that thing is in Ashenvale, but its exact location cannot be predicted with prophecy. The power of demigods is interfering with the accuracy of prophecy.

Maybe you can go find it yourself. Ashen Valley is your territory after all.

If I go there, I will have to face the pursuit of the entire Silver Winged Sentinel Legion. I don't think I can escape safely under the snipers of so many sharpshooters. "

"You are really self-aware."

The old druid glanced at Black and said:

"You seem to be always keen on causing trouble, but you don't think of ways to resolve conflicts. Do you like the feeling of being hated and enjoy the pleasure of being hunted?"

"Who doesn't like to be hated? The excitement of being killed if you don't pay attention, and losing everything if you make a wrong move, is simply addictive."

The pirate smiled and said something, and the Archdruid choked and was speechless.

He turned around and broke the flesh and stone wall in front of him with his sword, opening an "observation port". He looked down at the scene in the final hall. Everyone leaned over and looked down through the observation port opened by Blake. They were suddenly horrified. shock.

In the center of the "Void Temple" below, Dai Lin in the form of a Iron Vrykul held an abyssal trident and fought furiously like a giant, fighting with the Great Void Naga in front of him whose body had been severely alienated.

Behind him were the corpses of two Abyss generals, a red Faceless One and a gloomy Kesir.

These were all generals under N'Zoth, calling themselves the Sleepless Secret Party. They would secretly control the actions of the Church of Storms for countless years to come, and it was they who completed the complete corruption of the Stormsong family.

But even such a powerful guy was hacked to death by Dai Lin ruthlessly.

As for the Void Herald, which still basically maintained the body of a naga but was covered with eyeball tentacles, it looked powerful, but Dai Lin had already poked many painful wounds on its body with a trident.

It's basically hopeless.

With Dai Lin's exaggerated power at this time far beyond the ordinary legend, the tragic death of this naga is only a matter of time.

Its counterattack was very ferocious, and it continuously fired and bombarded with all kinds of sky-shattering void magic, but the problem was that Dai Lin's body at this time was already the body of a Titan.

There is no weak flesh on pure steel that it can take advantage of.

The rage entangled in the violent admiral has truly condensed into substance, shaping a fiery red angry suit outside his body, like a burning half-giant.

He slashed all the way from the entrance to the final hall without leaving even a scratch on his body. He was indestructible and indestructible in the true sense.

"Dai Lin is almost winning, but he is also almost losing."

The pirate shook his head and said:

"The trident in his hand gives him near-invincibility of destructive and defensive power, but its sinister power takes effect when he cannot defeat his enemies with a single blow.

Even if he had the fragments of Odin's Shield and his own iron will to survive the mental impact, it was a pity that the fierce battle was now here. No matter how determined Dai Lin was, his mind was already crumbling under the impact of the void.

His failure was already foreseeable when he took hold of the trident and sought revenge.

He must be brought out of the Crucible of Storms immediately, or we will witness the birth of N'Zoth's most fearsome sea devil.

This was a conspiracy of the Church of Storms, and Dai Lin stepped into it.

He may have eradicated the cancer with his own hands, but he will also pay for it himself. I would call him a fool, but he should never have come!

What does this have to do with him?

I had planned everything, but he insisted on coming here to make his presence felt!

In short, everyone, please go down quickly.

N'Zoth's Void Herald died tragically at the hands of Dai Lin, and the power of the ancient gods in the Crucible of Storms was wiped out. We have won a complete victory today, and I will finish the rest. "

The stinky pirate spread his hands, turned around and said to the others:

"Fenna, what are you still doing? Hurry down and congratulate your old father for defeating the void. This is a great achievement that is difficult for most mortals to achieve.

He wiped away his shame and won back the admiration in the eyes of his children.

Even I want to applaud what he did today. But since I have some small grudges with His Excellency the Admiral, I won’t go down to ‘congratulate’ him.

Be sure to send my congratulations to me. "