Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 1397 30. Goldrinn: Although I can't wait to bite you to death, I still want to give you a good review

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

   This scene made everyone present round their eyes.

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

   This is not as simple as a broken weapon.

At the moment when the scythe of Luna shattered, whether it was a werewolf hiding in the King City of Gilneas, or Lord Darius and his werewolf soldiers who violently beat up Lord Godfrey on the northern border, as long as it was in Gilneas At this moment, all werewolves in the country clearly heard the sound of broken souls.

   That is not the destruction of the soul and the will, but more like the breakdown of the shackles. To put it more vulgarly, it is like the dog chain around the neck has been taken away.

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

   But freedom has never been pursued by everyone, so the werewolves could only accept the reality that they were finally free for a while.

  In addition to some brainy guys who have begun to scream and cheer, other werewolves are still tasting the unique taste of being unconstrained.

   And Jean.

   He thinks more, and more thoughts bring more pain.

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

  Look at your expression, old Gene, you are like a lost dog who has lost everything.

   Even the last mind is on the verge of collapse. "

  Black's voice sounded behind Old Jean, he put his hand on the grey werewolf's shoulder, and said in a low voice:

"Don't you like the ending I've created for your country and people? Maybe you want a caste kingdom made up of a few free werewolves and an overwhelming majority of 'untouchable werewolves' rather than a real wolf country ?"

   Old Gene did not answer the pungent question.

  It would be as if his spine was broken.

   He curled up, ignoring the injuries on his body at all, just lay there blankly and grabbed the scythe on the ground with broken faces, as if he wanted to put them back together again.

   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 a scar on his body again.

   A man's medal.

   But he wasn't proud of it.

   "Don't say something? Gene."

  The pirate asked again.

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

   "I fully recognize this cruel reality, the werewolf curse has no solution.

  I've been looking for it, but I can't find the power from outside to purify it, and my people and I have to live with this curse forever and pass it on to our descendants.

  I thought so, I was in despair, until I found this scythe in that abandoned temple.

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

   It created the werewolf, and it is the scepter of the wolf king.

   It is my last hope.

   It is the last hope of this fallen country”

   Gene's claws clasped a scythe shard, the sharp shard cut through his skin, and blood dripped down Gene's claws onto the ground.

  The gray werewolf shook his body and seemed to suppress his emotions about to erupt like a volcano. He said:

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

   Blake Shaw!

   How evil do you have to be to do this kind of thing without changing your face? "

   "I really want to explain to you why I did this, but I think if I say this, you will definitely think I am quibbling."

  Black snorted, exhaled a smoke ring, and glanced at Malfurion Stormrage Arch Druid who strode towards this side while everyone was watching.

   He made a "please" gesture to the Great Druid with antlers and bird wings on his arms.

He says:

   "So, let a trustworthy and respectable person explain all this to you, maybe Lord Stormrage can make you really realize your biggest mistake.

   But trust me, Gene, I'm not being mean this time.

   I'm just being ordered to do what I've been doing for a long time, this time it's not a personal grudge.

   Use your werewolf brain to think about it. "

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

   "That's a demigod's divine tooth. If the master doesn't allow it, how can I crush it with mortal power? Goldrinn's blessing, and this luna scythe that can manipulate werewolves?

   Do you think the two are one?

  No no no no.

  You can't be so greedy.

   You can only choose from one of them! "

  Black patted Gene on the shoulder as if saying goodbye, and said:

   "I know that under the appearance of a mighty werewolf, you have an indecisive heart, so I made a choice for you. When you will enjoy your life back on track with your wife and children in the future.

you are welcome. "

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

   As the Uncrowned and the werewolves made way for him with respect and fear, he walked towards Goldrinn lying under the moonlight.

   Under the moon, the wolf **** stared at Black with a very bad look, but until the pirate came to him, Goldrinn didn't attack and bite the **** **** to death.

   On the contrary, the solitary wolf **** even tacitly allowed Black to raise his hand and touch its mane.

   This seems to represent that while Goldrinn hates Blake, he is also satisfied that he has done his job well.

   "So, Lord Goldrinn."

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

"I've finished my work, but you said before that it's good for me. Seeing that my work completion rate is so high, and I saved you a dog, cough, and a wolf today, you don't give much. It’s going to be hard to end this.”

   "Ow!"

   Goldrinn gave Black a stern look with annoyance.

   After a few seconds, it glanced at the bright moonlight in the sky, then took a resting posture of a dog, and put its head on its staggered paws.

   even closed his eyes.

   This seems to be an intention to default, but Blake has fully understood what Goldrinn means: the benefits that the wolf **** owes you will be paid to you by the moon god.

Well.

   The **** who was raised by Bai Fumei was hard-hearted.

—

   "When you took this scythe, I just woke up from a long slumber, I didn't have time to stop you, and I didn't have time to tell you everything about it.

  The tragedy of Gilneas, perhaps a responsibility belongs to me. "

  In the ruins that are about to usher in the dawn sun, Malfurion Stormrage Arch Druid, who has rushed all the way from Mount Hyjal anxiously, is half-kneeling in front of the lonely and desperate Jean.

  The Great Druid held the branches of the mother tree Garnier in his hand, and flicked his fingertips with healing power to help Genn recover from his injuries. The good-hearted archdruid said to Genn in a guilty tone:

   "I exiled Lylar Blaze and his Scytheclaw Druid back then, and I sealed them in the deepest part of the Emerald Dream, I hope they can sleep forever.

   But in the end we failed to control the darkness and evil that was born in us, and we failed to fulfill the duty of stewards and let them rise again in your country after 9,000 years.

Whatever the   Scytheclaw Druids do to your people, the Cenarion Order will not sit idly by, and we will do everything in our power to heal this land and the life on it. "

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

  Gene looked at the scythe shard in his hand.

   he whispered:

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

   "No! Lylar is just lying to you, Gene."

   Malfurion said with a serious expression:

   "Although Black's behavior was very rude, I must tell you that he was right in this matter! It was not for nothing that we hid this scythe seal back then, Your Majesty Jean.

   Don't believe any glorification of the Scytheclaw Druids for the Luna Scythe, this weapon should never have been there in the first place! "

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

   "This weapon represents both the holiness of wild nature and the uncontrollable brutality of bestiality. It is an entity that combines tranquility and fury. It is not only a weapon, but also a symbol.

  Unfortunately, it can never be held by mortals.

The story of   Lylar is the beginning of its disaster, and the story of Gilneas is the end of its existence.

  To be honest, after seeing the scythe of Luna shatter with my own eyes, I finally came to an end. Blake did what we've always wanted to do, but couldn't.

   For that, we should all be thankful to him. "

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

   But he said you could answer these questions for me, come on, Arch Druid, I'm listening, I'm a complete loser and there's nothing else to do anyway. "

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

   After seeing that Gene finally woke up, the queen burst into tears almost instantly, she ran over to hug her furry husband tightly, and Gene also hugged his lost wife in his arms.

   This scene made the Great Druid smile.

  Although he was late and did not catch up with any battles, this rather successful scene in front of him made Lord Stormrage feel the warmth of good things in his heart.

   He said softly:

   "Black is a prophet. He has a code of conduct as a prophet. They are very good at pretending to be ghosts. They always hide their true thoughts in those words that they don't understand.

  It is their 'good tradition' to talk around the bend.

   In fact, as long as you are familiar with the way Blake speaks, you will find that he, a liar pirate, hardly ever lies about the future.

   This is one of the few good things he has left. "

"Um?"

  Gene slanted his face towards the Arch Druid.

   He said suspiciously:

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

  You heard about what he did in Stormwind Kingdom, right? I heard that he wounded His Majesty Tyrande, isn't that your wife you are not angry?

   In my eyes, Blake, the **** who brought pain to Gilneas, has gone mad. He is immersed in his own dark fantasy, and his dark prophecy has been completely disconnected from 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 tooth of the demigod and said softly:

   "I am the last druid to handle the scythe of Luna, and I sealed this scythe in a hidden place with my own hands. I do this in the hope that it and the power it represents will be forgotten by time.

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

  I, the arch druid loved by nature, actually studied Goldrinn's wild power in depth before the battle of Satyr. It was during the war of the ancients that we had sacrificed a lot to fight against demons.

  I thought of using this feral power for the war of protection, so in theory, I, Malfurion Stormrage, I am the first true Scytheclaw Druid in this world.

   I was one step short of entering your realm with Lylar, and I was almost a werewolf.

   It's just that I'm sane 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.

   That's why I finally decided to use the power of nature to exile Lylar and his Scytheclaw Druid.

I.

   is one of you.

   I'm just not as crazy as other werewolves. Or rather, I learned to balance my **** on my own. "

  “Shu”

   Hearing Malfurion's "deciphering", Genn's eyes suddenly changed.

His fingers moved for a while, staring at Malfurion in front of him. The next moment, Malfurion in front of him smiled at him, and the face of the elf suddenly changed, and it turned into a natural force in the package. A wolf head very similar to Gene.

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

"This"

  Jean burst into ecstasy, the anguish and despair in his heart were dispelled in an instant, mixed with anxiety and anticipation, he whispered:

   "You can stay in human form for a long time without being sane by the wildness of the werewolf? That's what the growler uses to seduce us, it says it can give us such powers.

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

   "Of course, Your Majesty Jean."

   Malfurion let out a long breath.

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

   "I'm here for this, the ancient debt of gratitude can finally be repaid today, which also makes me feel relieved. But Your Majesty Jean, you must be prepared for this 'wild appeasement' ritual.

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

  I am a Druid.

  It took me thousands of years to master my **** perfectly, and my situation cannot be considered normal.

  I can give you a chance to restore humanity, but the wildness of the werewolf 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 be human again, Arch Druid, let's start now, please tell me what I need to do to prepare?

   What does this suffering nation have to pay for this precious ceremony? "

   Jean asked hastily.

  The Arch Druid glanced at him and said softly:

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

   (end of this chapter)