Azeroth Shadow Trail

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

  The King City of Gilneas, today is another bad rainy day.

The torrential rain poured down from the sky and slapped on the ground of the city, as if to wash the whole city from beginning to end. accompaniment.

   There are few pedestrians on the street.

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

   is also very suitable for old men to sit by the shelter and recall the past with a diary.

   Or describe to the impatient grandchildren of the past that he has said many times.

  For the people of this country, they have long been used to the bad weather here.

   Compared with the reason why they used to be used to rainy days in the past, the Gilneas people now have a better reason to welcome the arrival of the rainstorm: in such bad weather, the werewolves in the forest will not come out for "walking".

   This means that 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 there have been new troubles recently in Keel Harbour and near the coastline, and some evil things like ghosts are breeding in the ocean.

  The king has sent Paladins over, but I heard that the situation is not optimistic.

so.

   Gilneas what the **** is going on?

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

   Could it be that this is really the punishment of the gods?

  Gene Greymane was standing by a window in the palace. He looked at the torrential rain outside the window and was thinking about this question in his heart. But unfortunately, the king with gray eyes and gray hair had no answer.

  The situation is really bad.

  Gene rubbed his forehead.

   He allowed the Rende Society to be active in his own country, and those druids really did their part. 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 down their eccentric dignity and persistence, and ask Moonlight Woodland for help, asking their compatriots to retrieve the Luna Scythe as quickly as possible.

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

The   Druids couldn't imagine what kind of scene the werewolves would cause once they rushed out of the forest.

  Gene couldn't even imagine it.

   But he did not give up on solving the problem.

  Jean is not a good person or a good king in the conventional sense. He is cunning, treacherous, penny-pinching, and occasionally plays with power, which is not pleasing among the human kings.

   He had also escaped the war in Dalaran, and was very dissatisfied with the various costs of placing orc prisoners in the alliance, and even wanted to quit the alliance for a time.

   But the outbreak of the Werewolf plague made Jean have to seriously consider the issue of "king's duty".

   He has really worked hard.

   Even to the point where he was desperately ill and went to the doctor, the Church of the Holy Light, the Rende Society, and even the sages of the tide, as long as there was useful power, he was pulling them in and letting them try.

  Unfortunately, it has little effect.

  Gene was tired, but he had to hold on.

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

   He knew that as long as he conceded defeat once, Gene Greymane would die, and the ghost who dominated the body would become a beast.

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

   "You should go to 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, so that the Queen's concern could no longer be expressed.

  The room fell silent until after a few seconds, the queen said with anger:

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

   How do you ask me to answer? "

   "I'm here to protect you."

  In the gloomy sky outside the window and the noise of the torrential rain, 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 'Gene' will laugh wildly among your corpses.

   It's provocative, and I have to do it! "

   "You're just running away! Run away from your responsibilities to us in the name of the country."

  Queen Mia was not that kind of delicate noble lady, this sturdy queen strode over and grabbed Gene's hand, trying to pull him over, but was thrown away by Gene.

  The king withdrew his hand as if he was touching coals.

   This action made the queen stunned for a moment.

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

   "Your biggest mistake is that you shouldn't take this pressure alone, Gene, you're trying to be a good king, I can understand that, but it's not something you can fix by giving up your family.

  You are afraid that you will hurt us, but I am not afraid.

   I believe my husband will always protect us, you need pillars to give you strength in the challenge of that roaring beast in your heart"

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

  Mia took off her coat, threw it on the ground, unbuttoned her clothes, and hugged Jean from behind, she said in the ear of her trembling husband:

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

"Do not"

  Gene trembled as he tried to push his crimson wife away, he said:

   "I won't be able to control it and will tear you apart."

"Do you know?"

  Queen Mia stuck out her tongue and tapped it on Gene's earlobe. She said:

   "If you kill me, that's my choice. Are you the King of Gilneas, or are you a coward? Are you a warrior or a coward?

  If you don't give me something today that will satisfy me, tonight I'll go to the bar and get drunk and hand me over 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 unbuttoned her corset. She looked at Gene whose eyes were breathing fire, and twitched her fingers and said:

   "Yes, I'm a woman who plays with fire, how are you going to punish me?"

   "Ow!"

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

   It turns out that Gene underestimated his own will, and it turns out that the occasional relaxation helps relieve terrifying stress.

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

  Gene didn't turn into a werewolf in indulgence.

   Although the **** had been tempting him to rip the neck of the woman in front of him who dared to challenge him the whole time, Gene finally overcame it in another way.

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

   "Your Majesty, Lord Crowley is back."

"Um?"

  Jean's eyes widened instantly, and Queen Mia, who was beside him, pushed him, and said in a tired and lazy tone:

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

"Um."

The king kissed the fair forehead of the woman who would surely captivate him for the rest of his life, got up, put on his clothes, pushed open the door, and went out. Lius Crowley.

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

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

   "Gene, you."

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

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

   "I really underestimated the power of this curse, if it weren't for my Mia, I'd be afraid. Fortunately, I persevered, but its **** is growing day by day.

   I have to find a way before it gets out of hand. "

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

  Lord Darius had apparently regained his sanity, and he stretched out his gray-white claws toward Genn, behind which a light of runes shone.

   He said to the doubtful Jean:

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

   Odin, Lord of War

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

   He said with certainty that I have begged to join that trial.

   It's about to start.

  Gene, I wanted to find a powerful warrior in the country to accompany me, but since you also have the power of the curse, then I want you to go with me.

   You must go with me. "

   "Odin?"

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

"it is good!"

  The king did not hesitate for too long. He looked at the torrential rain behind him and said:

   "I've sought so many people, I've begged so many strengths, it doesn't matter one more. Trials of warriors? I wasn't a good warrior before.

   Maybe, I can change from now on.

  I don't know if it's too late? "

—

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

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

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

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

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

   They nicknamed him "The Slayer".

   is said to be because he fought demons and hacked to death those terrible demons like chopping melons and vegetables, and there are rumors that this eccentric orc is one of the strongest on the island of Tol Barad.

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

   He is like hibernating, living contentedly in his own courtyard.

until today.

  The orc who was chopping firewood was naked, revealing the terrifying wounds on his body.

   If scars are a man's medal, then this orc's medals are enough to make Xiao Xingxing feel sad and a certain honorable sect to cry.

   But that represents the past, and now he is like an ordinary orc pigherd.

   He even actually has a few pigs in his 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 don't know how the old orc did under Red's command?

   I heard that he has been awarded the title of Overseer by Reid.

"Snapped"

   The thick root of the tree was divided into four by the hatchet that was not too sharp in the orc's hand. He picked up another piece of wood again, and was about to chop it down, but suddenly looked behind him.

   At the gate of the courtyard, another orc emerged from hiding.

   He was also naked, wearing the battle skirt of the Burning Blade clan, with a worn-out battle flag and a heavy-edged sword behind him, and there were still two one-handed swords around his waist.

   He had a red elemental rosary hanging from his neck and tied his white hair in a ponytail behind his head.

   Dressed like this, it looks like a flaming sword saint.

  The last guy in the vanished clan who was truly named the Sword Saint, but chose to self-exile.

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

   The Orc Sword Saint Samuro, who came to visit, didn't waste time and said directly:

   "I have been invited, and if we shine in that trial of the greatest group of warriors in the whole world, then the humiliated reputation of the Burning Blade can be washed away, and our humiliation can be glorified.

   As the last two Fireblade Juggernauts, I want you to go with me, Lantresor! "

   "Don't go! Get out."

   Tranreso Fireblade gave a straightforward answer.

He says:

   "The blade of flame is inserted in the pigpen, you can get it yourself, don't bother me."

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

   Samuro shook his head and said:

   "I'm not here for Sank'su, I'm here for you, Lantresor.

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

  This trial is just the beginning, the demons have landed in Draenor, and the holy land of Havalor needs warriors to guard.

   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 a commander. I'm just a prodigal son, and I'm used to fighting alone.

   I cannot lead them.

  You can give up the name of the Fireblade, but you should at least answer the call of your homeland.

  If we kids of Draenor stop fighting for it"

"boom"

   The hatchet perfectly separated the wood at hand, and Lantereso Fireblade moved his shoulders and said:

   "I'm already a pirate."

"so what?"

   Samuro asked.

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

  Lantreso grinned and asked:

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

"what would you like?"

  Samuro's tone was not very friendly, and Lantresor threw away the hatchet in his hand. He looked back at the genius of the clan, and he grinned and said:

   "I want your knife!"

   "You are provoking me, you know the meaning of sidearms to a swordsman, you know"

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

  Lantreso spread his hands and said:

"Blade of Flame Sanksu is yours, I can't use it any more than I can't use the surname 'Flamingblade'. If I learned anything from Blake Shaw, it's 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 punish myself with your stupidity, and I will not be as cowardly as you are in exile.

   From now on, my name is Lanteressor Haver Eugen!

   To **** with your flaming blade.

  I want your knife!

give it to me.

   This is the best reward for a mercenary.

  Then, let's go to Odin's trial and kill the Quartet. "

   (end of this chapter)