Azeroth Trail of Light

Ordinary werewolves are very difficult to deal with. This kind of alien species has a strength that is not weaker than that of orcs, while taking into account the agility of humans, as well as excellent recovery capabilities as the druids. The most terrifying thing is the engraved in their bones Canine creatures have almost perfect fighting intuition, and the endless rage flowing in their blood.

This is not a race that should appear in the world, and in all areas of Azeroth, there are actually myths about werewolves, but until Gilneas actually appeared werewolves, only the history of the mysterious night elves recorded The real information about this creature.

They are real. They existed as early as more than nine thousand years ago. That time before the Werewolf Disaster completely spread, they were sealed to the Emerald Dream by the power of the Archdruid Malfurion and the Cenarion Circle. In the deepest part of the world, the short-born species, who never knew how to be awe-inspiring, tore the seal again nearly ten thousand years later. This was too bad.

But ordinary werewolves are not impossible to deal with. In fact, their chaotic brains think like beasts. As long as two or three veterans with decent martial skills can unite, they can set traps and completely kill werewolves, but it is limited to Ordinary werewolves.

Once it reaches the level of a high-level werewolf... it is not a problem that soldiers can solve. In the Sartre War in Kalimdor more than nine thousand years ago, Lyral Fanghuo, this Azeroth The first werewolf, with his hunters, even defeated the attack of the devil head-on. They possessed almost invincible strength and agility, and they had the ability to sustain themselves until the last moment the soul burned. Their perception was stronger than that of the strongest. The hunter is even stronger, and even uses talented magic!

What's more terrible is that they can perfectly suppress the madness and wildness in the bloodline, they are perfect flesh and blood creatures, and in front of the high-ranking werewolves entering the rage state, tearing a few demons with their hands is really almost the same as playing.

But time is merciless. Except for Lyral Fanghuo, other high-ranking werewolves have already died in the long seal. Only this wolf whose body and soul have been twisted survives, and now, he is trying to The cruelest way is to kill another high-ranking werewolf in Azeroth, the wolf girl Velind who was transformed by the Moon God Scythe.

"Struggle, it can bring me some fun."

Lilar dragged Velinde by the neck and dragged it towards the river outside the forest with one hand. Any creature in front of him, whether it is bloodfang or moonfury, will be caught under his shadow-like claws. After the party had completely released its power, the werewolf wearing a blood-red robe had become unstoppable. At least in Gilneas now, there were only a few people who could stop him.

No one can help Velinde. Before the Bloodfang werewolf divided one-third to attack Gilneas City, Liadrin rushed to support with a moonfury werewolf. It is estimated that they are still in the city at this time. There was a fierce battle on the door, here only Verinde could only rely on herself. Lyral's paw was caught on the neck of the little wolf girl. After only ten minutes, the lack of breathing has made Verinde a black spot in front of her eyes. The claws swept across Lyral's body continuously, and every blow could leave a deep bone scar on the wolf, but it was useless!

He doesn't care at all.

"Drowning is the most painful!"

Lyral’s voice was indifferent, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him and Villinde. “You and I are both chosen by Goldrinn. As long as you stand on the ground, you can get its favor. Xu, a sharp blade can't kill you, and flames can only make you feel painful, but only the least lethal water can rush into your body and block your throat, oh... yes, suffocation, me It's suffocation, it's painful..."

"Woohoo!"

The little wolf girl's paws were caught on the ground. She knew what Lyral said was true, even if she hadn't been thrown into the water, but just being choked by her throat made her feel uncomfortable. Mortal creatures need air. Come to breathe, this is no exception even for high-ranking werewolves, the entire Azeroth is not ready to enter the void, and no creature has evolved an organ that can replace the respiratory system.

I'm going to die, well, I'm going to die!

A trace of uncontrollable fear flashed in the slightly distracted eyes of the little wolf girl. It was facing death. Even if she had a powerful force, she might not be better than a farmer in the face of ultimate death. More importantly, the feeling of connecting her soul to encourage her not to give up at the moment of serious injury and death a few days ago, that voice had disappeared several days ago.

Dick went to another world, the distance was too far away, so far that even his followers could hardly notice his existence.

Dick didn’t know, Liadrin and Velinde didn’t know, Tao Shi didn’t know, Shivana didn’t know... the kind of bond between him and these connected souls meant to them What's more, it's like an arm that you have from birth. When you wave it, you can feel the presence of the arm, but when your arm is lost, after being chopped off, you lose what you originally had.

The feeling of sorrow, the feeling that something is missing in letting the Buddha go, the... the feeling of fear that makes people irresistibly frightened.

Perhaps in normal times, this loss cannot affect these powerful creatures, but at this time, in the present, in this situation where life may be lost at any time, in this kind of innate impact of all life on death In fear, this influence is magnified unlimitedly.

"Di...K..."

Velinde felt a icy cold on his forehead, and then the **** lake drowned into his eyes, ears, and nostrils.

She closed her mouth subconsciously to prevent water from entering the body, but the next moment, when she was breathing habitually, the water choking from her nostrils into her throat caused her already weakened struggle to explode again.

"Um, uh! Let go... Let go!"

The sharp claws brushed Lilar's arm and cut a whole piece of flesh to pieces, but the wolf didn't care, he didn't even make a mistake in his eyes. He pressed her head in the face of Vilind. In the water, through the undulating surface of the water, he can see Villinde’s eyes. In those eyes, there are fear, pain, panic, helplessness, everything that makes him feel happy. .

"Yes, that's it! Struggle, cry, that's it!"

There is no more intact skin on Lilar's left arm, but there is no pain on his face. On the contrary, he is enjoying the pleasure brought by this torture! From the squinted gray eyes, you can see a trace of twisted happiness! This is a lunatic!

Out-and-out lunatic!

The Wannian Seal from Malfurion and the dual anger of Goldrinn’s re-selection of the spokesperson burned his mind. This meaningless world was cold in his eyes, and those **** elves had forgotten Lalar. Everything he did for them, in order to protect that "homeland", he even gave up his elegant appearance and twisted himself into this monster!

Lilar's gaze stayed on the water. Amidst the ripples caused by Vilind's fierce struggle, he could see what he was like now. It was a gray mane and a twisted face, and there was no concealment of craziness in his eyes. Harmonious, that's a monster! But they have forgotten why he became like this!

So he needs revenge! He wants them to remember their betrayal and the consequences of this betrayal!

He is not easy to provoke Lilar Yahuo!

He can shred those weak demons, and naturally he can shred those elves, shredding their stupid seal and their stupid thinking together!

Yes it is! Just do it... Gilneas is just the beginning!

This world will have the land of blood teeth free movement, they will have their own existence under the sun!

"Ah, a wonderful world!"

Lilar let out a nervous sigh. He refocused his attention on the face of Verinde, whose struggling strength was getting weaker. He saw her opening her mouth in the water and trying to breathe stupidly. He saw the blood oozing from her nostrils, he saw the weaker and weaker breath of life in her opened eyes, he saw a lively life dying, and he saw the mane on her face quickly dissipating , Felt the weakness on the claws that kept attacking his body.

"Look! Can the great wolf girl not even be able to maintain the form of a werewolf? What a pity!"

Lyral smiled low, his voice was hoarse and distorted, he watched Velind, who was caught in his hand, quickly transformed into her night elf form, saw the delicate face, and saw her. The facial lines on the face and the meniscus on the forehead.

Lyral once also obeyed that mark and fought for the survival of the night elves and the world, but now, this mark can only arouse the pain in the deepest part of his heart, the pain of being abandoned and betrayed. .

"Ah! You and your world, you and your Moon God, are so pitiful! They can't save you! Your faith can't save you!"

Lilar yelled angrily. His anger was not only directed at Villinde, but also at deeper levels of things, at this cold world, but soon, this anger faded, and he saw the catch. With some purple female fingers on his arms, Villinde had completely lost the form of a werewolf.

The last breath of air in her lungs was squeezed out, her mind was blurred, her hands were weak, and she even lost control of her body.

Drowning, completely losing the last breath in the cold water, allowing the water to squeeze the lungs, squeezing the last trace of air and life out of the body, this is always the most painful punishment, her fingers are convulsing, beating, In the end, she smashed feebly on the ground. Those beautiful eyes completely lost the last gleam. Her hair was scattered and scattered in this nameless river. With that painful face, it seemed to be the saddest. a painting.

"Hehe, sad life...how fragile."

Lilar let go of the hand that was strangling Verinde's neck, and his fingers ran across the cold face of the wolf girl, like a madman-like philosopher. There was even a trace of pity on his face, letting People are creepy.

"I can't even control my own destiny... what a sad..."

"Sleep in the water, little girl, stay away from this cold and disgusting world, and sleep in your own dreams."

With a light wave of Lilar's hand, Villinde's lifeless body plunged into the water and slowly sank to the bottom. The arms that had lost all their strength were swaying in the water, seeming to want to catch the last one. A strand of life, but... the fire of life, has been extinguished in her eyes.

Lyral opened his arms and stood by the river, in a blood-red robe. The crazy symbol that everyone could not recognize was like the wings of death, and like a priest in dying prayer, his eyes Looking at the corpse that fell into the river, the girl who had no hatred with him, and the last existence of the Angel of Goldrinn.

"You lost, because in the body of a wolf, you are still a mortal..."

"And I am a wolf! I am the fear in your sleep, I am the hunter in the wilderness, I am the nightmare in the darkness, I have already faded everything from mortals... I am a wolf! Lord of the wolves!"

The cold, **** wind whizzed through Lilar's hair, blowing his gray mane, and bringing his voice to every part of the forest.

"I will take your fallen crown, cast my scepter with your soul and your death, and I will take it!"

"I will be a real wolf...I will hunt everything with my pack of wolves."

"I will tear everything up, I will bury everything."

"Go, poor loser... Bring to Goldrinn the news of my arrival... I'm here!"

"Ask it for me, is it ready for death?"