Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Chapter 950 46. There is always something more important than victory (Part 1) - Spring Festival update, Happy New Year [915]

It's another bad rainy day in the Royal City of Gilneas.

The torrential rain poured down from the sky and slapped on the ground of the city, as if it was washing the entire city from top to bottom. The water flowed down the drains, making a splashing sound, which formed a lively rhythm with the sound of raindrops. accompaniment.

There are few people on the streets.

No one would choose to go out on such a rainy day. This kind of weather is most suitable for staying at home, spending time with family, or reliving the romance of youth with the yellow-faced woman at home.

It is also suitable for old men to sit by the shelter and recall the past with their diaries.

Or describing the past that he has told countless times to his impatient grandchildren.

For the people of this country, they are already used to the bad weather here.

Compared with the reason they were accustomed to rainy days in the past, the people of Gilneas now have a better reason to welcome the arrival of heavy rain: in such bad weather, the werewolves in the forest will not come out to "walk".

That means people in the city can get a good night's sleep tonight without having to put a loaded shotgun under their pillow.

However, I heard that new troubles have appeared in Keel Harbor and places near the coastline recently, and some evil things like ghosts are breeding in the ocean.

The king has sent a paladin there, but he heard that the situation is not optimistic.

so.

What happened to Gilneas?

Why does this country seem to fall into a terrible disaster overnight, and no matter how hard we try, we can't see the end of the disaster?

Could it be that this is really a punishment from the gods?

Genn Greymane stood by a window in the palace. He looked at the heavy rain outside the window and was thinking about this problem in his heart. But unfortunately, the king with gray eyes and gray hair could not get an answer.

The situation is really bad.

Gene rubbed his forehead.

He allowed the Rende Society to be active in his country, and the druids did help. They drove the werewolves back to the dark forest, but that was it.

The Rende Society could not find a way to curb the werewolf curse, and could only watch the werewolf tribe in the forest grow day by day.

Those extreme animal protectors have begun to put aside their weird dignity and persistence and ask for help from Moonglade, asking their compatriots to retrieve the Luna Scythe as quickly as possible.

Otherwise, the werewolf plague in Gilneas will usher in a terrible outbreak at some point in the future.

The druids couldn't imagine what would happen if the werewolves broke out of the forest.

Gene couldn't even imagine it.

But he didn't give up on solving the problem.

Jean is not a good person or a good king in the conventional sense. He is cunning, cunning, careless about money, and occasionally plays power. He is not popular among human kings.

He also escaped the war in Dalaran, and was very dissatisfied with the cost of housing orc captives in the Alliance, and even wanted to quit the Alliance for a time.

But the outbreak of the werewolf disaster forced Jean to seriously consider the issue of "king's responsibility" again.

He has really worked hard.

Even to the point of seeking medical treatment in a hurry, the Holy Light Church, the Society of Benevolence, and even the Tide Sage, as long as they had useful power, he was wooing them and letting them try.

Unfortunately, it had little effect.

Gene was tired, but he had to hold on.

Not only for his people and his throne, but also for himself. As a king who was actively infected with the werewolf curse, he was fighting against his animal nature every day.

He knew that if he surrendered once, Genn Greymane would die, and the ghost that would dominate this body would become a beast.

He was praying for his country, and he was praying for himself.

"You should go rest."

Queen Mia's worried voice came from behind.

Jean said without looking back:

"You should stay away from me."

This answer was a little cold, and the queen's concern could no longer be expressed.

Silence fell in the room until a few seconds later, the Queen said angrily:

"You can't keep running away from us, Gene, you haven't seen the kids in months! Liam asked me if his dad didn't want him anymore.

How do you want me to answer? "

"I'm here to protect you."

In the gloomy sky outside the window and the noise of heavy rain falling, Gene raised his hand, looked at his fingers, and said:

"I don't want to hurt you, I'm afraid I will. In every nightmare, the monster named 'Jean' will laugh wildly among your corpses.

It's provoking, and I must rise to the challenge! "

"You are just evading! Evading your responsibilities to us in the name of the country."

Queen Mia was not the kind of delicate aristocratic lady. This powerful queen strode over, grabbed Jean's hand, and tried to pull him over, but Jean threw him away.

The king drew back his hand as if he had been touched by coals.

This action stunned the queen for a moment.

Then, she raised her head, looked at her husband, and said:

"Your biggest mistake is that you shouldn't bear this pressure alone, Gene. I understand that you are trying to be a good king, but this is not a problem that can be solved by giving up your family.

You are afraid of hurting us, but I am not afraid.

I believe my husband will always protect us, and you need pillars to give you strength amidst the challenges of that roaring beast within you.”

The queen waved her hand, and the servants in the palace left quickly and closed the door.

Mia took off her coat, threw it on the ground, unbuttoned her clothes, hugged Gene from behind, and said in her trembling husband's ear:

"I haven't felt you in three months, Gene."

"No"

Jean trembled and tried to push his blushing wife away. He said:

"I will lose control of it and tear you apart."

"Do you know?"

Queen Mia stuck out her tongue, tapped Jean's earlobe, and said:

"If you kill me, it will be my choice. Are you the King of the Gilneans, or a coward? Are you a warrior, or a coward?

If you don't give me something that satisfies me today, I'll go to the bar tonight, get drunk, and give it to the first man I meet.

Gene, I'm not kidding you!

You know I can do it. "

"You're playing with fire!"

The king turned around and stared at his wife with a fierce look. The latter had already unbuttoned her bra. She looked at Jean whose eyes were spitting fire, raised her fingers and said:

"Yes, I am a woman who plays with fire. How are you going to punish me?"

"Ouch!"

A low roar sounded in the palace, followed by the sound of clothes being torn.

It turns out that Gene underestimated his own will, and it turns out that occasional relaxation can help relieve terrible stress.

Queen Mia got what she wanted and gave her husband what he desperately needed.

Gene didn't transform into a werewolf in a fit of indulgence.

Although the bastard had been tempting him to tear the neck of the woman in front of him who dared to challenge him throughout the whole process, Gene finally defeated it in another way.

In the ambiguous aftertaste, the king and queen hugged and talked quietly in the messy palace, but a knock on the door soon sounded, and the king's most loyal guard said outside the door:

"Your Majesty, Lord Crowley is back."

"Um?"

Gene's eyes suddenly widened, and Queen Mia beside him pushed him and said in a tired and lazy tone:

"Go, Darius must have brought back good news, let me rest, you damn beast."

"Um."

The king kissed the fair forehead of this woman who would definitely fascinate him for a lifetime. He stood up, got dressed, and pushed the door open. After a moment, he saw Da, who was wearing an elf hood to cover her body. Lius Crowley.

The latter has a pair of green eyes under the hood.

When he saw Jean, the lord's long nose moved, showing a shocked expression.

"Jean, you."

"I just want the people to stop fearing them. I try to defeat them. The druids are helping me, just like they help you."

The king gave a bitter smile. In front of his closest brothers, he stopped pretending and said:

"I really underestimated the power of this curse. If it weren't for my Mia, I'm afraid. Fortunately, I held on, but its bestiality is increasing day by day.

I had to find a way before it got out of hand. "

"That's what I came back to tell you, Gene, I found a way."

Lord Darius had obviously regained his consciousness. He stretched out his gray-white claws towards Jean. Behind the claws, the light of runes was shining.

He said to the confused Jean:

"During my time in Moonglade, I prayed to every god I could think of, and only one answered me.

Odin, Lord of War

He promised me that if Gilneas's fiercest warriors could prove themselves in the trials of strength, he would give us the power to undo the curse.

He spoke with certainty, and I had begged to join that trial.

It's about to begin.

Jean, I originally wanted to find powerful warriors in the country to accompany me, but since you also have the power of the curse, I want you to go with me.

You must go with me. "

"Odin?"

Genn narrowed his eyes. He thought of the heroic spirits in the Burning Steppes and the Dalaran War. That kind of sacred and majestic power gave him hope.

"good!"

The king did not hesitate for long. He looked at the heavy rain falling from the sky behind him and said:

"I have searched for so many people, I have asked for so much power, it doesn't matter if there is one more. A test for warriors? I was not a good warrior before.

Maybe I can change from now on.

I don’t know if it’s still too late? "

——

Tol Barad Island, a cabin in the woods outside Bladefist Arena.

This is the quietest place on the entire noisy pirate island. It is in a remote forest, an undisturbed courtyard, like a forgotten place.

Here lives a taciturn orc who is not a pirate, does not participate in any activities on the island, and is not even willing to go out.

The yard he built himself is like a cage he built himself, trapping himself here.

Few people know the name of the orc who lives here, but those pirates who know his identity always discuss him with a tone of awe.

They gave him the nickname "The Slaughterer."

It is said that it is because he has fought against demons and chopped down those terrible demons like melons and vegetables. There are also rumors that this weird orc is one of the strongest people on Tol Barad Island.

But the rumors from the outside world did not affect the life of the orcs here.

He seemed to be hibernating, living contentedly in his own courtyard.

until today.

The orc who was chopping firewood was naked from the waist up, revealing the horrific scars on his body.

If scars are a man's medals, then the number of medals this orc has is enough to make a little star sad and a certain lord cry when he hears it.

But that represented the past, and now he was just like an ordinary orc swineherd.

He even actually had a few pigs in the backyard.

These orcs are really good at raising pigs.

Eitrigg was like this in the past, and so is this orc now. Well, speaking of Eitrigg, I wonder how the old orc is doing under Red's command?

I heard that he has been awarded the title of warlord by Red.

"Snapped"

The thick tree roots were split into four with the not-too-sharp woodcutter in the orc's hand. He picked up another piece of firewood and was about to chop it down when he suddenly looked behind him.

At the entrance of the small courtyard, another orc emerged from hiding.

He was also naked, wearing the battle skirt of the Burning Blade Clan, with a worn battle flag and a heavy-edged knife on his back, and two one-handed knives at his waist.

Red elemental beads hung around his neck, and his white hair was tied into a ponytail behind his head.

Dressed like this, he looked like a flaming blade swordsman.

The last person in that vanished clan to be truly awarded the name of Sword Master, but chose to self-exile.

"I'm going to take part in a warrior trial."

The orc swordmaster Samuro who came to visit did not waste time and said directly:

"I have been invited. If I can shine in that trial with the greatest group of warriors in the entire world, then the Burning Blade clan's humiliated reputation can be washed away, and our shame can become glory.

As the last two Burning Blade Masters, I want you to come with me, Lantrisso! "

"No! Get out."

Tran'rithor Fireblade gave a straightforward answer.

He said:

"The flaming blade is stuck in the pigsty. Go get it yourself and stop bothering me."

"It's not a question of whether you want it or not."

Samuro shook his head and said:

"I'm not here for Sanxu, I'm here for you, Lantriso.

You can hate the Burning Blade Clan, but you are also one of us. You can choose not to pay attention to everything related to it, but you can't fool yourself.

This trial is just the beginning. Demons have already landed in Draenor, and the holy land of Havalor needs warriors to protect it.

I have assembled a group of young people there, but it is not enough.

They need a leader to command them, and you are the most qualified tactician I know to be the commander. I am just a prodigal, and I am used to fighting alone.

I can't lead them.

You can give up the name of the Fire Blade, but you should at least answer the call of your hometown.

If we, the children of Draenor, stop fighting for it."

"boom"

The wood chopper perfectly separated the firewood at hand. Lantrisso Fireblade moved his shoulders and said:

"I'm already a pirate."

"so what?"

Samuro asked.

"You asked me to do something, what's the reward?"

Lantriso grinned and asked:

"You can't let me do it for nothing, can you?"

"what would you like?"

Samuro's tone became less friendly, and Lantreso threw away the woodcutter in his hand. He looked back at the genius in the clan and grinned:

"I want your knife!"

"You are provoking me, you know the significance of sidearms to a sword master, you know"

"Yes, I know, that's why I want your knife."

Lantrexo spread his hands and said:

"The Flame Blade Sankesu is yours. I can no longer use it, just like I can no longer use the name 'Fire Blade'. If I learned anything from Black Shaw, it is that I should be like him." Say goodbye to the past.

I no longer have to please those idiots to satisfy myself, I will no longer use your stupidity to punish myself, let alone cowardly self-exile like you.

From now on, my name is Lantreso Havergen!

To hell with your burning blade.

I want your knife!

give it to me.

This is the best reward for a mercenary.

Then, let's go kill everyone in Odin's Trial. "