Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1391 24. The stinky pirate who has to worry about his boss's emotional issues in his busy schedule is so tired

  The chaos in the royal city is in full swing, and Lord Godfrey and his noble allies, who are the "external collaborators", have also set off from Baron Silveraine's castle.

   They didn't know that their real mission was to become "cannon fodder", they could only say that Black's previous statement was too deceptive, and that Queen Mia herself had undertaken the most dangerous task of attacking the fortress, which was enough to win the trust of these nobles.

  Anyway, they're gathering and heading fast towards the forests north of Gilneas.

  The only remaining warriors of the Grey Wolf Brigade are fully armed, and they are mobilized, righteous and generous, to the battlefield that will determine the future of the kingdom of Gilneas.

   In this night, they could even see the flames of the distant royal city, and the moonlight piercing the gloomy night.

   This added a touch of confidence to the hearts of the warriors.

   At least the nobles' call this time is not a lie. There are indeed their allies fighting in the royal city, and beyond the border of Silverpine Forest behind them, Lordaeron's army has built a defense line.

   Those alien warriors were ordered to stay on the frontier and not allow a dark werewolf to pass.

   And after the war in Gilneas has subsided a little, follow the command of Lord Godfrey and go to the borders of Gilneas to accept the lands that have just been ceded to Lordaeron by the "future regent".

   As the leader of the noble coalition that resisted the rule of Lylar Blaze, Lord Godfrey on his warhorse felt the wind blowing in the surrounding forest.

   It was a cold wind with a **** smell and a deadly threat.

   This means they have stepped into werewolf sphere of influence, and a battle is brewing.

  The strange sound of rustling sounded constantly in the dim forest all around, and if you listened carefully, you could tell that it was a herd of beasts moving fast.

  The lord in armor drew his sword, raised his left hand, the infantry behind him immediately raised their shields, and the safari raised their muskets, and they tried their best to spread their perceptions outward.

   Even the hunch of ordinary soldiers can make them clearly feel that thousands of wolves are coming from all directions.

   is like a big hunt.

   These wolves did not hide their movements at all, and their blood-colored eyes were looming in the forest, representing their disdain for the combat effectiveness of the human army in front of them.

   In the darkness, the gray wolf marshal Darius Crowley, wearing light armor, with a waist knife, galloped through the forest under the **** of a group of heavily armored werewolf guards.

The werewolf warrior's indifferent and ferocious eyes were still mixed with blood. Looking at his violent aura, he knew that he had completely embraced his bestiality, and obtained more powerful under the dark blessings of Luna Scythe and Roarer Lykanthos. strength.

   Followed by a heavily armed werewolf army, these well-trained werewolf soldiers are elite warriors under the command of the northern lord.

   They were once Gilneas' toughest soldiers, and now they are the most dangerous pack of wolves in the country.

  The northern lord didn't say much during the advance, but replaced the pre-war declaration with a roar. Amidst the continuous wolf howls, the most trusted marshal of Jean waved his hand.

   Then, he and his wolves ran like a pack of wild beasts, charging mightily from the forest to the enemy ahead.

  Werewolves do not need mounts.

   The speed of the steeds galloping with all their strength can’t even keep up with the speed at which they run with four claws on the ground. Of course, this also means that the werewolves will lose the cavalry’s group charge, but this is not a problem for the agile and brutal werewolves.

   They have too many ways to deal with these hulking cavalry in front of them.

   "Stand your ground!"

   Lord Godfrey shouted.

   Soon, in front of his eyes, a group of heavily armored werewolves rushed out of the dark shadows. These silent and wild humanoids did not appear alone.

   When they are running, they will also command the surrounding gray wolves to charge together, and their momentum is extremely fierce.

But the native wolves of Gilneas have long since become extinct. These gray wolves were brought here by the druids of the Rende Society from the jungles of the Hillsbrad Foothills, and now they have become the best of the werewolves. "accomplice".

Among the wolves, the particularly huge werewolf Marshal Darius Crowley spread his limbs and attacked like a ghost in the forest. Several abnormally large black wolves guarded him. like a loyal guard.

   It was the 'Son of Lycanthos' that was tamed by the Scytheclaw Druid in a strange way, so that each giant wolf was one person tall, and it was a proper elite unit.

   The wolves commanded by the werewolf marshal appeared in the forest. When they moved fast, they would reflect dense green light spots in the dark.

   Those are werewolf eyes, as numerous as the stars in the sky.

  To be honest, this scene is very intriguing.

And the fastest of these wolves appeared less than twenty yards from Lord Godfrey, and was about to let out a bloodthirsty battle cry at the throat, only to open his mouth and be shot by a roaring scorching projectile. The mouth is pierced and pierced through the back of the head.

   Killed neatly and brought the first blood on the chilling battlefield.

The    huge kinetic energy flew up with the body of the werewolf, and smashed it at the feet of Marshal Darius, who was holding a sword and leading the werewolves out of the forest.

   Lord Godfrey was holding his own handgun, embellished with silver lines and still smoking from the muzzle.

   He rode on his warhorse and maintained a shooting position, and in front of him, the lord of the north, Darius, was watching him with icy eyes.

   "Lord of the North, Queen Mia has landed from the port of the King City of Gilneas. She will end Jean's brutal rule tonight and liberate our beloved Gilneas from the shadow of the werewolf."

   Lord Godfrey, while reloading his handgun, shouted to Darius:

   "You keep claiming that Genn and Lylar Blaze have no control over your spirits, that you claim that you are free werewolves, then show me your will, Lord Crowley.

  Your family has always been the mainstay of this country, and you have been a symbol of justice and strength in the hearts of the Gilnean people, and you are the best warrior this land has bred.

   You can't be in sympathy with the evil darkness!

   Join us, Darius. "

Lord    exclaimed:

   "Come with us into the royal city, I assure you that Gene will survive! No one will hurt him, but it's time to end the pain he brought to this country."

   "King Jean just wanted to save his country and his people, and he risked his glory and prestige with every attempt."

  The Lord of the North said in a hoarse voice:

   "You rotten, stinking **** who only plays tricks has no idea how hard Gene works! You don't even have the right to judge him!

   There will always be only one King of Gilneas in my heart. And now, I will clear the rebellion for my majesty!

   There are no more negotiations, folks. "

Lord    Darius raised his sword, and at this moment, the terrifying wolf howls behind him continued one after another, as if the entire dark forest was shaking and roaring.

   This scene changed the expressions of the Lord and the soldiers behind him.

  According to their plan, it is enough for them to send troops on the border to attract the werewolf defenders of the royal city.

   But now this scene

  The mad northern lord is afraid that he has called all the werewolves in northern Gilneas?

   Is he crazy?

   Does he really not plan to support the King City that is being attacked?

   "Do you think your little actions can hide from me? You are in my territory, and everything on this land will help Crowley!"

  Dalius moved his nose. He seemed to smell the fear in the hearts of the nobles and soldiers in front of him. The werewolf marshal grinned, and the sword in his hand slashed fiercely.

   When the werewolves were howling and charging, he roared:

   "It's great that you and your traitorous **** allies who are traitorous to your country have rallied together, and that the most trashy people ever born in this country have finally come together!

   Save me smelling and catching you one by one.

   The real unification of Gilneas begins tonight!

  I don't know whether His Majesty Gene wins or loses, but I'm sure that when the sun rises tomorrow, there will be no place for you traitor trash in this country!

   It's like Her Majesty Daelin cut out the cancer of Kul Tiras with my own hands. Tonight, the cancers you belong to Gilneas will also be removed by my own hands!

   I am really honored.

   Run, run, Godfrey!

   Run!

  Wag your tail to your true master and see if old Terenas will send someone to rescue you!

  Wolf Pack, here we come. "

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  “哐”

   The scythe of the Moon God, wrapped in crimson rage, danced a deadly "big windmill" in the hands of Lylar Blaze, slaying the shadowy ghosts that approached him in an instant.

   Along the way, he continued to smash the void energy that was growing under his feet.

   He was chosen by Godrinn nine thousand years ago, and now he has received the blessing of the dark wolf **** to enter a more powerful demigod realm, and at this time he is holding Goldrinn's holy relic.

   All this has raised the destructive power of this Ancestral Scythe Claw Druid to a terrifying level.

  The most important thing is that this guy not only has the deadly swiftness and destructive power of a werewolf, but he is also a spellcaster with deep knowledge in the way of nature.

  As Black flashed and approached the fangs, entangled vines flying from the ground erupted like traps, pinning the pirates precisely where they appeared.

  “Shu”

The shadow ghost that remained in place was mercilessly chopped up by Lilar Blaze, the pirate who appeared on the other side threw his left hand into the sky, the Titan good luck dice rolled and flashed in the air, and paused for a moment at the highest point of the dance .

   enveloped the pirate with a scorching [Anshe·Brilliant Power], which made the plundering knives in his hand seem to be wrapped in a burning sun fire.

  The scorching heat even ignited the grass under the pirates' feet and the collapsed corpses around them.

  Lylar Blaze, who was constantly attacked by Maiev with a knife wheel, felt threatened.

   The tall Druid raised his hand and summoned a tree man to help him resist three deadly slashes. He himself turned into a bird and retreated, but Blake flashed over and started with the watcher's signature combat skill, Black Moon Binding.

Three chains of shadows flew out from the shadow of Lylar Blaze and wrapped around the werewolf. With a flash of black light, the heavy halberd in the hands of the Spirit of Vengeance made by Black's Mogu King Soul swung down with the warhammer. The gesture hit Lylar Blaze on the shoulder.

With a    "click", the thorn shield wrapped around Lylar Blaze's body was torn apart by the halberd's armor-piercing cone.

  Although this tall spirit of vengeance was smashed by the swirling Luna Scythe in the next instant, Black had already seized this fleeting opportunity.

  The pirate sneered and started the knife, ignoring any defenses, the shadow attack pulled a bloody, **** wound on Lylar Blaze.

   Such a standard and deadly "Justice Poison Throwing Knife" must use the highly poisonous Devourer's Fang, and the [Sun Strike] granted by the good luck die directly ignited the wolf mane on Lylar Blaze.

   turned him into a burning werewolf in an instant.

  Cool is really cool!

   just looks a little sore.

   The deadly poison from Lord Sargeras' favorite hound made Lylar Blaze dizzy as soon as he entered the body, and he threw the Druid's purification spell to suppress the skyrocketing poison in his body.

   But how could Lady Maiev, who works perfectly with Black, give him a chance to breathe?

  The Warden of the Moon God flashed forward, and the rotation of his body attracted the hot moonlight bombardment of the Moon God's blow. The divine moonlight like a sword slashing made Lylar Flaming back in the green light.

   Before he could stand firm, the piercing of the cold wind came from behind him.

  Black isn't the kind of reckless fighter who will retreat after a single hit. For a pirate's foe, getting hit the first time means it's just the beginning.

The plundering swords in the hands of the pirates were thrown into the sky, and the fiery head of the wolf jumped into the heart for a moment, and threw more than 30 magical shots forward in a piercing posture, and the activated eagle piercing made the hair burn. And the torn flesh and blood flew all over the sky, and in the last blow of the eagle's blow of the accumulated natural divine power, Lilar Flamingo slammed to the ground.

  If a weaker demigod were here, the bells and whistles of Black and Maiev alone would be enough to knock him to the brink of death, but Lyral Blaze was no ordinary werewolf after all.

  Even if the werewolf's top-level self-healing was stripped away by the poison, even if a hole was cut in his stomach, he could still stand it!

   He must stand up!

   On the platform behind the miserable old Druid who was bullied by this "husband and wife team", the will of the dark wolf snarler Lykanthos to enter the material world is frantically biting and confronting the will of the silver wolf Goldrinn.

   The fight between two giant wolves, one black and one white, is no easier than fighting on the ground.

   In the face of the evil gathered by the beliefs of millions of dark werewolves in Gilneas, Goldrinn who fought alone was originally weak, and he was ready to die here today.

   But the presence of Black and Maiev gave Goldrinn an unexpected surprise.

  The lonely and crazy Silver Wolf must now persist until Lycanthos' divine choice is defeated, so that this dark evil that tries to enter the material world from the shadow world will be completely cut off from the material world.

   It will be banished back to its own world, and then it will be truly over

   "Put it in!"

   A voice suddenly sounded in Goldrinn's will, causing the White Wolf God to hesitate for a moment, but the Black Wolf God seized the opportunity to bite him twice, and the always arrogant Goldrinn bared his teeth in pain.

   "I said, let it in."

   Black's voice sounded in Goldrinn's ears again, and he urged:

   "Don't be afraid, we are here, put it into the material world, and kill it completely here tonight! Otherwise, it will only cause you trouble again and again.

   These souls reincarnated in the Blazing Immortal Wild are the most annoying. They can continue to rely on the Bitter Winter Queen's spirit species to resurrect. The power of the veil of life and death is weakening, and its "smuggling" will become more and more simple in the future.

   Of course, if you're going to do nothing in the future and just play wits with it, and see it as a pleasure, then I didn't say it. "

   Goldrinn let out a low howl.

   It is willing to take risks.

   But its only question is, can Black really take down an evil **** with powerful dark powers tonight?

   "I can, trust me!"

   Black boasted:

   "I have prepared a 'secret weapon' that can definitely burn Lycanthos here, but it may require you to make a little 'trivial' sacrifice, my dear Goldrinn.

   But trust me!

   I can really kill it, I came prepared! "

  The White Wolf God didn't hesitate for too long.

  It chose to believe in Black, so in the battle between the two demigods, the lone wolf **** began to retreat, and its retreat caused the growler's dark power to explode in an instant.

   The dark wolf let out a smug roar.

   It feels that it has the upper hand and begins to enter the material world more quickly.

  The black clouds in the sky were spinning, and the cold wind was swaying and roaring. The entire Gilneas Royal City was shrouded in the fallen majesty of the Dark Wolf God at this moment.

   Even the moonlight in the sky was dyed an ominous blood moon.

   When the stinky pirate was fighting with the old Druid, he took time to look up at the sky, then at the translucent character card in front of him, and finally at the embarrassed Goldrinn who was recovering from his injuries.

   He blinked and whispered in a voice that only he could hear:

   "Lord Elune! I haven't forgotten your last admonition, look, I've led your favorite and most desired Goldrinn into the 'trap'.

  I promise that you will get what you want today, turning the wild silver wolf of Goldrinn into your personal property, and this is my gift to you.

   Remember to look me in the eye for a while!

   Also, remember to prepare a reward for me. You definitely know what I want. "

   (end of this chapter)