Azeroth Trail of Light

On the beach on a rainy night, the atmosphere froze at this moment. Duncan could see the green eyes of Grimson on the opposite side getting more and more dangerous. On the handle, he swallowed, and clenched the waist knife in his hand, but just before the two sides were about to open, a swift silver shadow jumped into the middle of the two sides, and with a roar, after transforming into a werewolf, there was enough The 3-meter-tall Grimson flew out in a whirl, warm blood even splashing on Duncan's face.

It was a werewolf with a silver mane. After flying Grimson, he quickly transformed into a human form and became a middle-aged man in a long robe. He even looked bookish, like a secretary. role as an officer.

"Sorry, Mr. Gibbs, Grimson's brain is not very good, but his loyalty to Ms. Velinde is beyond doubt, forget his offense, we will pay a third of the serum as an apology !"

"Hehe, of course...we are businessmen, we don't care about these offenses, with the witness of the friendship between Lord Senxia and Ms. Velinde, I forgive the rude Grimson, but next time, I hope to trade directly with you, powerful Wolf King, Nandus!"

Gibbs smiled and removed his hand from the handle of the gun, then reached out and took out a small black velvet bag from the pocket of the leather windbreaker, shook it in his hand, and finally threw it to the middle-aged man opposite people,

"Old rules, fifteen storage rings, ten are food, and the other five are weapons and supplies. You can check it out, and you can trade it if there is no problem."

The calm werewolf named Nandus shook his hand and put it in his pocket, then took out a small wooden box from the other side, handed it to Gibbs, and said in a deep voice,

"You're in luck, old man, ma'am made some progress on the curse last week, this time the serum has a higher success rate, and a third of the apology is also in it, in exchange, my friend, Next time I come, I don’t need any food, I’ll replace it all with weapons and supplies!”

"Huh? Are you going to start a war with the Blood Fang gang?"

Gibbs's eyes lit up, and he handed the wooden box to Phillaren, and asked with more interest, a smile flashed across Nandus' face, "Of course, Lailal thought it could control us forever, but this It's delusion! Under the guidance of the lady, we will restore order to the entire Gilneas! Drive Ralaar and his beasts out!"

"After the war is over, I will definitely buy you a drink, my old friend!"

"Hey, actually, if it weren't for that annoying biting reef, my fleet would be more than happy to help you get your freedom!"

Gibbs touched his chin, and then gave Nandus a friendly hug. Finally, he asked softly, "What about the royal family of Gilneas? How are you going to deal with them?"

Facing this question, Nandos smiled, and said leisurely and indifferently,

"The lady gave us freedom, the royal family gave us nothing but disgrace and failure...Gilneas doesn't need the royal family anymore! We won't be their dogs anymore!"

After 15 minutes, Duncan returned to his cabin. He did not lie back on the hammock, but sat in a corner, staring blankly at the glass bottle in his hand that was only as thick as a pinky finger. There was also a miniature metal syringe in his hand, which contained A touch of suffocating green liquid, of course he can't forget Gibbs' meaningful words when they parted just now,

"Use it, Duncan, and if you're lucky enough, you'll be your own from now on."

The young man's thoughts were in a mess, he didn't know what to do, until Phil Laren's words jumped into his mind,

"Do you want to be a stupid and incompetent pirate, or do you want to be a real man of value?"

"call…"

Duncan clenched the serum in his hand. He took a last look at the deep-sleeping sailors in the cabin, and turned to leave. Two minutes later, on the deck of the Queen of the North, icy rain slapped Duncan's face. The sailor downed a bottle of rum, and finally stabbed the syringe hard into his arm.

"Catherine, if you are still alive...please bless me...you are alive, I will find you, you are dead, I will avenge you! I swear! I..."

"ah!!"

"Aww!!!"

At the same time, in Gibbs's luxurious and warm cabin, Phil Laren and his gang were sitting on the side, drinking wine and tasting food, and the old brothers were telling jokes and laughing.

Duncan's roar was mixed into the cabin in the rainy night, and Gibbs held his glass high and said loudly,

"Look, another young man has joined us! Mr. Senxia will be delighted to hear this news! I wish him a happy life on that damned planet, oh Marton...I don't want to remember it in my life That damned place."

"We don't have to be liars anymore! You know, boss, it's boring and meaningless to lie to those bastards all day long!"

Holding up a leg of lamb, Phil Laren complained, "The Shattrath exiles at the End of the World Tavern have become more and more arrogant recently. They even tried to rob our port in Theramore. A group of savage fools, they I don't even know what kind of power they are fighting against!"

"No rush, no hurry!"

Gibbs looked at the dark and gloomy distance with a smile, and finally sighed, "Hey, speaking of it, Gilneas is a better recruiting base than Theramore. Unfortunately, it will take some time for Ms. Velinde to win. Otherwise, those frenzied bloodfang werewolves are really good cannon fodder."

"I'm curious, Boss, who is that Ms. Velinde? How did Boss Senxia know her?"

The half-drunk boatswain Lauren asked in a daze, "Could it be Boss Senxia's lover?"

"boom!"

Before Lauren finished speaking, a gray claw protruding from behind grabbed his neck fiercely, and threw it to the ground, causing the bosun's head to bleed, and at the same time Completely sober from the drunken state, he saw the muzzle of a large-caliber mahogany musket decorated with gold trim and a short bayonet head-on, and he could even see the spiral pattern and loaded bullets.

And behind the gun, Gibbs' extremely indifferent face, of course, is now covered with gray mane, which is no different from the werewolf state of Grimson and Nandus just now, even stronger.

Gibbs! He is also a werewolf... In other words, this guy also received that serum, but his face was not damaged in the transformation, and he still had that luxurious look.

"Lauren...you just asked a question that shouldn't be asked! You said something you shouldn't have said. It seems that you have lost your respect for the taboos I set... People who don't know how to respect secrets have no need to exist It's gone, isn't it?"

The others also stood up one by one, looking at Gibbs silently, as if they were waiting for his final verdict. Lauren was so frightened that he couldn't even say a word. It was Gibbs, not Senxia himself, otherwise, in the face of this kind of nonsense that is likely to cause big trouble, the cautious Dark Lord's reaction has always been that he would rather kill the wrong than let it go.

"click"

Gibbs withdrew his musket, and the gray mane on his face slowly dissipated at this moment, "The banquet is over, Lauren, you have a new mission, take our Duncan to Gilneas, we can't bring back 2000 Incorrigible bloodfang werewolf criminal or lunatic, you know the consequences!"

"I know...I know! I am willing to be punished!"

"Very good! I hope this lesson can teach you, don't inquire about those secrets you shouldn't know! It will make you die a miserable death!"

At the same time, on this deep rainy night, in the Black Forest, the northernmost part of Gilneas, the secluded manor located deep in the forest is still lit, and on this night when there is a storm on the sea, this forest is also in the rain become silent and dangerous.

The danger does not come from the beasts in the forest, but from the humanoid hunters looming in the forest.

Werewolves! There are at least 500 elite werewolves scattered around the manor, and they guard the manor in the center of the forest in a very tight formation. Obviously, these werewolves themselves still retain their sanity, and it is even more obvious that this manor that once belonged to the Greymane family In the manor, there are some important people living there.

Because it is the royal manor, it covers a large area, and it is divided into several areas. Except for the werewolf scouts cruising around the outside, inside the manor, there is also a team of werewolf berserkers who are always ready to go out. His own leader gives everything, even life.

And in the hall of the innermost villa-like room, the high-quality charcoal is lit in the fireplace, making crackling sounds from time to time, and the warm temperature seeps into the hall, making this place warm even on cold rainy nights. Pleasant.

The decoration in the hall is different from that of other human countries on the mainland. There are no such luxurious gold and silver ornaments. On the contrary, most of the decorations here are decorated with beautiful silk fabrics and simple ivory products full of historical charm. Two shotguns crossed and fixed on the wall, handmade by dwarf masters, this murder weapon with a sharp bayonet and the red ribbon under the guns added a different majesty to the hall.

In the center of the hall was a large white round blanket. Two huge dire wolves, one black and one white, were lying docilely on the blanket, leaning comfortably against the flames, and had already begun to doze off.

Liadrin still had orange hair, but this time she didn't wear armor, just wearing soft and comfortable pajamas, holding a book in her hand, leaning on the exquisite sofa, enjoying the rare leisure, while the elf There is a pair of very intellectual gold-rimmed eyes on the eyes, which adds a special temperament to her.

Opposite her, Velinde, whom she had not seen for a long time, had just finished her routine evening prayers. Even though she had been transformed into a werewolf by the moon god's scythe a few years ago, her sincerity towards the moon god had not diminished at all. She kept the green fluorescent sickle by her hand, and the blade flashed a sharp light from time to time, but in this country, this murder weapon was regarded by countless people as a symbol of hope.

Velinde picked up a cup of hot tea from the table, sniffed the fragrance, leaned on the sofa with a satisfied face, then stretched, her fluffy tail swayed gently by her legs, making people You can see her good mood at a glance.

"Ah, such a rainy day is the most suitable for a good rest, it's great!"

"If the werewolves see you like this, they will definitely be surprised."

Liadrin closed the book and said with a teasing smile, "The messenger of the wolf god who brought hope has such a lack of majesty, and I don't know why Goldrin chose you in the first place, but to be honest, Verin De, everyone misses you very much, after Dick returns from Mardun, come back to Ulduar with me."

At the end of the elf paladin's speech, her expression became serious, she lowered her voice,

"And this is also a good thing for Gilneas. This country has reached the brink of extinction. You know the chaos here better than anyone else. You and those Moonrage werewolves under your command alone cannot save Gilneas. , if you really want to save them, you have to seek Dick's help, and this is not worth mentioning to him."

Velinde tilted her head, the gray wolf ears on top of her head moved, then narrowed her eyes, and grinned silly,

"No! This is an agreement between me and Dick. I will rely on my own strength to fulfill Goldrinn's entrustment. After ending this curse, I will go back to Ulduar by myself, but I can't do it yet, K Raleigh and Nandus are about to fight the Bloodfang werewolf, and no one can deal with Lilar Fanghuo except me, and he is also one of my missions."

"But what's the point? Velinde, my sister, so what if the Moonrage werewolves win? The werewolf plague is spreading across Gilneas at a speed beyond your control. It's only been four years. One-half of Gilneas has completely fallen... There are more than 1.4 million crazy and chaotic werewolves in this country, and the same number of panicked people. It took you 3 years to save less than 1 of them One out of ten people even almost lost their lives because of it several times...Listen to me, Velinde, it is good to have ambition, but this matter is really beyond your ability!"

Liadrin was a little angry. It has been almost a month since she came to Gilneas, but they talked with each other several times, and each time they ended with Velinde's mission , but this time, Liadrin no longer intends to let Velinde do such meaningless things in her own way.

But this time, she was still rejected. Velinde, who was often dubbed "little wolf girl" by Dick, rejected Liadrin's proposal with a kind of stubbornness inherent in immortality.

"No! I refuse!"

"Dick may be able to easily solve the chaos in Gilneas, but the country will also be ruined...their affairs, they have to solve their own problems!"

Velinde's left hand was beating lightly on the Luna Scythe, and she looked at Liadrin very seriously, "I hope that one day, they can control the anger in the werewolf blood with their own will, instead of relying on me Or the Luna Scythe... Ralaer is trying to control everyone with this rage, I hope they will tell Ralaer himself that he is doing something meaningless!"

Maybe it was to convince Liadrin, Velinde tilted her head and thought for a while, and gave an example,

"It's like when undead and demons invade Quel'Thalas at the same time, why don't you ask other forces to enter Eversong Forest to help you resist powerful foreign enemies?"

Liadrin was caught by this tricky question, and before she could answer, Little Wolf Girl gave her own answer,

"You have your pride, and Gilneas also has its pride...Our help cannot be a reason for them to lose this pride."

"call…"

Liadrin shook her head. She walked up to Velinde, held her in her arms, and patted her cute wolf ears.

"You, you, where do you get so many fallacies? Are you afraid that I will take you away by force?"

Velinde leaned comfortably against Liadrin's towering chest, she rolled her eyes, "If I remember correctly, I am older than you! And you may not be able to beat me!"

"So what? In our eyes, you will always be a little girl, especially after Goldrinn gave you the wildness and freedom that a werewolf deserves... Maybe it's an illusion, but I always feel that your symptoms are getting worse and worse. It's becoming more and more obvious."

Liadrin was silent for a few seconds, then finally shook her head,

"Okay, I will give you another month and a half, regardless of the outcome of the war between Bloodfang and Moonfury... You must return to Ulduar with me, Dick is under too much pressure, he will give us as much as possible Freedom to want, but Velinde, we as followers... we cannot be so selfish."

The little wolf girl was also silent for a few seconds, and finally, she took a deep breath,

"Okay! I promise you!"

Mmmm, Sylvanas' hair is blonde. . . I made a mistake~ Sorry, forgive me, it has been revised~