Azeroth Trail of Light

On the beach on a rainy night, the atmosphere stagnated at this moment. Duncan could see Grimson’s green eyes on the opposite side becoming more and more dangerous, and he could also see Gibbs slowly placing his left hand on his waist gun. 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, accompanied by a roar, after turning into a werewolf, it was enough Grimson, who was 3 meters high, spun out, and the warm blood even splashed on Duncan's face.

It was a werewolf with a silver mane. After flying away from Grimson, he quickly transformed into a human form and became a middle-aged man in a robe, even with a hint of bookishness, like a secretary. A role like an official.

"Sorry, Mr. Gibbs, Grimson's brains are not so good, but his loyalty to Ms. Willinde is beyond doubt. Forget his offense. We will pay one-third of the serum as a reward. !"

"Hehe, of course... we are businessmen, we don’t care about these offenses. As witnessed by the friendship between Senxia and Ms. Willinde, I forgive the rude Grimson, but next time, I hope to deal directly with you, strong 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 trench coat, put it upside down in his hand, and finally threw it to the middle-aged man opposite. people,

"Old rules, fifteen storage rings, ten are for food, and the other five are for weapons and supplies. You can check it and you can trade without any problems."

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, reached out and handed it to Gibbs, and said in a deep voice,

"Lucky you, old man, the lady has made progress in the study of curses last week. This time the serum has a higher success rate, and one-third of the reward is also in it. In exchange, my friend, Next time I come, I don’t need food anymore, I will replace it with weapons and supplies!"

"Huh? You want the bloodfang gang to go to war?"

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

"After the war, I will definitely invite you to drink, my old friend!"

"Hey, in fact, if it weren't for that annoying bite, my fleet would be willing to help you win your freedom!"

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

Faced with this problem, Nandus chuckled and said indifferently,

"The lady has brought us freedom, and the royal family has only given us shame and failure... Gilneas doesn't need the royal family anymore! We won't be their dogs anymore!"

Fifteen minutes later, Duncan returned to his cabin. Instead of lying back on the hammock, he sat in the corner and stared blankly at the glass bottle with the thickness of a little finger in his hand. There was also a miniature metal syringe on his side. There was a smothering green liquid, and of course he couldn’t forget the meaningful words of Gibbs when he was parting just now.

"With it, Duncan, if you are lucky enough, you will be your own in the future."

The young man’s thoughts were confused, 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 truly become a valuable person?"

"call…"

Duncan squeezed the serum in his hand. He glanced at the deep-sleeping sailors in the cabin for the last time. He turned and left. Two minutes later, on the deck of the Northland Queen, the cold rain slapped Duncan's face, young. The sailor poured a bottle of rum down, and finally pierced the syringe into his arm severely.

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

"what!!"

"Wow!!!"

At the same time, in the luxurious and warm cabin of Gibbs, Phil Laren and a group of people were sitting aside, drinking wine and tasting food, and the old brothers were laughing and laughing.

Duncan's roar was mixed into the cabin in the rainy night, while Gibbston held up his wine glass and said loudly,

"Look, another young man has joined us! Mr. Morija will be happy when he hears this news! I wish him a happy life on that **** planet, oh Marton... I don’t want to remember again in my life. That **** place."

"We don't have to be liars anymore! You know, boss, cheating on the **** all day long, it's boring and meaningless!"

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

"No hurry, 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. Villinde to win. Otherwise, those frantic bloodfang werewolves are really good cannon fodder."

"I'm really curious, boss, where is Ms. Willinde sacred? How did Boss Senxia meet her?"

The half-drunk sailor Captain Lauren asked in a daze, "Could it be that Senxia's lover failed?"

"boom!"

Before Lauren’s words were finished, a gray paw protruding from behind grabbed his neck severely and threw it to the ground, causing the sailor to smash his head. Completely awake from his drunken state, he saw the muzzle of a large-caliber mahogany musket decorated with gold rims and a short bayonet. He could even see the spiral patterns and loaded bullets in it.

After the muzzle, Gibbs’s extremely indifferent face, of course, is now covered with gray mane, which is no different from the werewolf status of Grimson and Nandus just now. Even stronger.

Gibbs! He is also a werewolf...or rather, this guy also accepted that serum, but his pair has not been damaged in the transformation, it is still luxurious.

"Lauren...you just asked a question that shouldn't be asked! Saying something that shouldn't be said, it seems that you have lost the awe of the taboo you set against me... People who don't know how to fear secrets, there is no need to exist Is it, isn't it?"

The others also stood up one by one and looked at Gibbs silently, seeming to be waiting for his final sentence. Lauren was even more horrified that he couldn't even say a word. He should be thankful that he was standing in front of him. It was Gibbs, not Senxia himself, otherwise, facing this kind of gibberish that is very likely to cause big trouble, the cautious Dark Lord's reaction would have always been better than killing the wrong one.

"Crack"

Gibbs retracted the 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. You can’t bring back 2,000. Incurable bloodfang criminals or lunatics, you know the consequences!"

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

"Very good! Hope this lesson can teach you, don't ask for secrets that you shouldn't know! It will make you die miserably!"

At the same time, on this deep rainy night, in the northernmost Black Forest in Gilneas, the quiet manor located in the depths of the forest was still lit, and on this stormy night on the sea, this forest was also raining. Become silent and dangerous.

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

Werewolf! There are at least 500 elite werewolves distributed around this manor. They defend the manor in the center of the forest in a very tight formation. Obviously, these werewolves themselves still retain their sanity. More obviously, this was once belonged to the Greymane family. In the manor, some important people are living.

Because it is a royal manor, it occupies a large area and is divided into several areas. Except for the worgen scouts cruising in the periphery, inside this manor, there is also a group of werewolf berserkers who are always ready to dispatch. Your leader gave everything, even his life.

And in the hall of the innermost villa, the fine charcoal is ignited in the fireplace, making popping noises from time to time, and the warm temperature seeps into the hall, making this place become warm in the cold rainy night. Pleasant.

The decoration in the hall is not the same as other human countries on the mainland. There is no such extravagant gold and silver ornaments. On the contrary, most of the decorations here are decorated with beautiful silk fabrics and primitive ivory products full of historical charm. Two shotguns cross-fixed on the wall, hand-made by dwarf masters, the weapon with sharp bayonet and the red ribbon under the gun, added a different majesty to the hall.

In the center of the hall, there is a large white round blanket. Two huge dire wolves, one black and one white, lie on the blanket docilely, leaning comfortably against the flame, and have already begun to doze.

Liadrin still has 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, and the elf There is a pair of very intellectual gold-rimmed eyes on her eyes, which adds a special temperament to her.

Opposite her, Velind, who hadn’t seen her for a long time, just finished her evening prayers. Even though she had been transformed into a werewolf by the Moon God Scythe a few years ago, her sincerity to the Moon God has never been lowered. The sickle glowing with green fluorescence was placed by her, and the blade flashed sharply from time to time, but in this country, this murder weapon was regarded as a symbol of hope by countless people.

Verinde picked up a cup of hot tea from the table, sniffing the fragrance, leaning on the sofa with a face full of satisfaction, and then stretched, her fluffy tail swayed gently by her legs, making people feel You can see her good mood at a glance.

"Ah, such a rainy day is best for a good rest, great!"

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

Liadrin closed the book and joked, "The wolf **** messenger who brings hope is such an impertinent look. I don’t know how Goldrinn chose you in the first place, but to be honest, Vereen. De, everyone misses you very much. After Dick returns from Marton, come back to Ulduar with me."

At the end of the elf paladin, her expression became serious, and she lowered her voice.

"And this is also a good thing for Gilneas. This country has come to the brink of extinction. You know the chaos here better than anyone. It is impossible to save Gilneas just by relying on you and the Moonrage Werewolves under your command. , If you really want to save them, you have to seek Dick’s help, and it’s not worth mentioning to him."

Verinde tilted her head, the gray wolf ears on top of her head moved, then narrowed her eyes and grinned with a silly smile.

"No! This is an agreement between Dick and I. I have to rely on my own strength to complete Goldrinn’s entrustment. After the curse is over, I will go back to Ulduar by myself, but it’s not possible yet, K Luo Lei and Nandus are about to go to war with the Bloodfang Werewolves, no one can deal with Lyral Fanghuo except me, and he is also one of my missions."

"But what's the point of this? Willinde, my sister, what can happen even if the Moonfury werewolf wins? The werewolf plague spread in Gilneas at a speed beyond your control. Only 4 years have passed. One-half of Gilneas has fallen completely... There are more than 140 crazy and chaotic werewolves in this country, and the same number of panicked people. It took you three full years to save less of them. One in ten people even almost lost their lives for this several times...Listen to me, Willinde, it's a good thing to be ambitious, 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 several times, and each time ended with Willinde’s mission as an excuse. But this time, Liadrin no longer intends to let Villinde do such meaningless things in her own way.

But this time, Villinde, who was often called the "Little Wolf Girl" by Dick, rejected Liadrin's proposal with a kind of inherent stubbornness.

"No! I refuse!"

"Dick may be able to solve the Gilneas chaos easily, but this country will also be destroyed by it...their problems must be solved by themselves!"

Verinde’s left hand was beating gently on the Moon God’s sickle, and she looked at Liadrin very seriously, “I hope that one day they can control the anger in the werewolf’s bloodline by their own will, instead of relying on me. Or the Moon God's Scythe... Lailal is trying to control everyone with this fury. I hope they can tell Lailal in person that he is doing something meaningful!"

Perhaps to persuade Liadrin, Velind tilted his head for a moment and gave an example.

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

Liadrin was asked by this tricky question. Before she could answer, the little wolf girl gave her own answer.

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

"call…"

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

"You, you, where are so many fallacies, are you afraid that I will take you away forcibly?"

Velind leaned comfortably against Liadrin's towering chest, and she rolled her eyes, "If I remember correctly, I'm older than you! And you won't necessarily 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 it always feels like you have this symptom. It’s getting more and more obvious."

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

"Well, I'll give you another one and a half months, 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. The freedom we want, but Villinde, we as followers...we can’t be so selfish."

Little Wolf Girl was also silent for a few seconds, and finally, she took a deep breath.

"Okay! I promise you!"