Chapter 1393 26. Unexpectedly, Goldrinn, the Love From Lord Luna Is the Secret Weapon I Prepared for You!

Lalar Flamefang is dead.

A tired and dark soul fell asleep.

The Wolf Cult of Gilneas lost its leader, Thessaly Blackcrow seemed to have learned some truth, and Black got a collectible that wasn't cool.

Everyone was satisfied.

Only the growler who was entering the material world was unhappy.

It almost watched its divine choice fall in the flames. It's not that this dark evil spirit valued Yanya very much. Anyway, there were so many werewolves who fell into the darkness, and every one of them could be its choice.

The reason why it was unhappy was because these damn mortals dared to execute its spokesperson in Azeroth in front of it.

This is not giving any face at all.

Can a powerful evil spirit suffer this injustice?

It has not yet completely entered the material world, but it is roaring into the sky in the dark smoke that has already taken its physical form. The low and dark howl of the wolf spread throughout the city in an instant, and then began to spread farther away.

He is commanding his pack.

All the werewolves who heard this roar went crazy.

They seemed to be stripped of all will and reason in an instant, and no matter what they were doing, they stopped what they were doing. In response to the howls, the werewolves began to run towards the palace.

This is actually not a bad thing.

At least it saved old Hemet Nesingwari's life.

In the dock area of ​​the Royal City of Gilneas, the old dwarf, whose body was covered with injuries, had been grabbed by the angry Genn. He was like a blood bag oozing everywhere, just waiting for Genn's next claw to dig out his heart. Get rid of this annoying old hunter.

The only good thing is that the werewolf curse has not affected the strange life of the dwarf, so Nesingwari was only injured and had no signs of mutating into a "wolf dwarf".

But this is also very bad.

The old dwarf had already felt dizzy due to excessive blood loss. If he was not treated, he would probably die in this werewolf city.

But he was not at a loss, he had already taken his revenge ruthlessly.

Before coming to snipe Jean, he, his son and his hunting team had already injured Isolarius, the archdruid of the Rende Society, and put him in a cage.

The unlucky guy was also forcibly transformed into a Druid of the Sickle Claw by Yanya. I don't know if he was disgusted with the deviant Rende Society. Yanya forcibly ordered Isolarius to hunt and kill many animals during this period. .

This means that the leader of Rendehui not only lost his way of nature, but also the concept of "protecting nature" that he insisted on throughout his life was shattered.

This really made old Hemet, who had been tortured by the Society of Benevolence for decades, breathe a sigh of relief.

It even made him feel that even if he died here, he could die with a smile.

"puff"

Old Hemet, who had closed his eyes and was waiting for death, was thrown to the ground by Gene. The old dwarf was so dizzy that he raised his head with difficulty, and saw that Gene's eyes, which were still rational, had been completely confused.

It seemed that a dark force had taken over the Wolf King's will and body, causing him to roar like the crazy wolf pups around him, then drop everything he was doing and run towards the palace.

Queen Mia, who was hiding aside, also saw this scene. She rushed out anxiously and tried to stop Jean, but was knocked to the ground by the bag thrown by old Hemet.

"Don't go there! He's gone crazy! He can't hear you anymore"

Old Hemet, who was lying on the ground, had completely lost his strength after throwing away his luggage. The old dwarf took out the healing potion he had brought with him with difficulty.

But with a shake of his hand, the bottle dropped to the ground, and was picked up by Queen Mia who crawled over, unscrewing the lid and pouring it into the mouth of the old dwarf with wide eyes.

"Ahem, His Majesty Jean is undoubtedly bewitched. This is standard mind control. I have seen those beasts controlled by the Nerubian Priests in Northrend.

They are all like this.

Unless the culprit who exerted mental bewitchment is killed. "

Old Hemet, who had saved his life by relying on the healing potion, was lying in a pool of blood. He wiped his mouth with difficulty and said to Queen Mia, who looked worried:

"To be able to control Jean into such a puppet, the mastermind must be terrifying! I don't think this is something a hunter like me can handle. Can Her Majesty the Queen help me to the dock?

I left a ship there. We have to leave. A terrible disaster is about to break out in this city. We cannot stay here. Hey, hey, you should listen to me!

Don't run! "

Before the old dwarf finished his warning, he saw Queen Mia gritting her teeth and picking up the dwarf sniper rifle that he had just knocked down, grabbing a handful of bullets and chasing Jean in the direction where he ran away.

Hemet watched Queen Mia disappear with wide eyes, and he wailed desperately:

"Why don't you leave me a gun, or call me a doctor? Hey, I'm bleeding to death. Damn it! Who can help me?"

"Quack gua gua"

Just when the old dwarf was desperate, the fishman's cry suddenly sounded near him, which made Hemet's eyes light up.

He crawled a few steps with difficulty and saw the sneaky little murloc Benbol Ba, who was dragging a large bag of goodies, directing his murloc pirates to carry the treasures.

Looking at the bulging bags dragged behind these murlocs, you can tell that they are absolutely going crazy tonight.

"Hey! That murloc in pirate uniform, yes! That's you. I recognize you. You took a gun from me in Dalaran. I still remember it. Come here and help me!"

The old dwarf seemed to have seen hope and shouted at the top of his lungs.

When Benbolba turned around and saw the victim he had stolen from, he immediately twisted his head to the right, pretending that he had not seen anything, and even louder scolded the murloc pirates to continue moving things.

The one-eyed old dwarf lying in a pool of blood and dying is the most annoying thing.

"Hey, shameful fishman, I have something good for you, but only if I survive."

Old Hemet was almost gushing blood, so he could only shout weakly, then his head tilted and he couldn't bear the injury and fainted. And after hearing the old dwarf say there was something good, the little fishman suddenly became interested.

It commanded several strong fishmen to drag old Hemet out of the pool of blood and send them to the fishmen's submarine together.

That's right!

The Guala Guala pirate group has also caught up with the good times. The murloc submarine they ordered in Mechagon has arrived, just in time to participate in the great plunder of Gilneas.

"Quack gua gua"

After instructing the fish-man pirates to put all the good things they had gotten into the submarine, Benbolba, who was supposed to leave with his pirate group, glanced at the direction of the palace with some worry.

After a few seconds, it made up its mind, stood on the dock, waved to the fish-man pirates who were about to leave, and shouted a few words.

It means you go first, and I want to stay and see.

After saying that, under the stunned gazes of the fishmen and the newly rescued old Hemet, Benbolba waved his arms and jumped up like a bird, turning it into an ugly figure in the entanglement of natural light. Ugly murloc crow.

Yeah, a crow with a fish-man's head.

It’s time to hunt for exotic creatures.

This is obviously the result of the druid's inability to practice the transformation spell, but it does have wings anyway, and the ugly fish-man head does not affect its flight.

In a very unskilled and crooked flying posture, Benbolba quickly disappeared under the night sky.

It was worried about Blake's safety.

The fishman's danger warning is telling it that a very scary guy is about to appear in the city.

At the palace, the situation is indeed developing as the little fishman feared.

The werewolves summoned by Lycanthos have already begun to climb the closed palace door. They howl like zombies running in the night and rush towards the direction of the dark wolf god.

The only difference from zombies is that these werewolves are stronger, more violent, and more dangerous.

Like a colony of ants gathering

A glance at the ground from a high altitude can make one's scalp numb.

As the stinky pirate Black who is in the eye of this storm, he doesn't care about what's happening in front of him. No matter how many werewolves there are, they can't catch him. He has many ways to escape.

The only problem is that even the Uncrowned Ones cannot resist this level of wolves.

They retreated to the fringes of the palace platform to organize resistance. As the leader, Blake had to think about his subordinates at this time.

He held the Wolf's Edge and whispered to Serra Moon Guard who appeared behind him, her armor covered with blood and minced meat. Miss Moon Guard then disappeared into the shadows and gathered the Uncrowned to retreat to the platform. Prepare for the final battle.

Maiev was also missing.

Obviously, the Luna Warden was worried about the safety of the Moon Guards and the others, and rushed to support the retreat there.

Compared with the stinky pirates, Ms. Maiev is really a perfect leader.

After doing this, the stinky pirate looked back at the edge of the platform with his pipe in his mouth, resting on his stomach, preparing to fight against the spirit body of Goldrinn of Lycanthos.

He rudely accused the aloof and mighty wolf god:

"I'm telling you, you have to learn a lesson from what happened this time, do you understand?"

"Ouch?"

Goldrinn, who was resting with his head on his paws and closing his eyes, mobilizing his strength to prepare for the final battle, opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Black. The aloof wolf god made a suspicious nasal sound.

how?

Why does this have to do with me?

Also, is your kid itchy? Dare you teach me a lesson?

"Of course! The cause of this incident is your irresponsibility, okay?"

The pirate snorted. He saw the Wolf God's unruly attitude in Goldrinn's eyes, and pointed to Lycanthos in front of him who was entering the material world and said:

"These werewolves were born because of your wild nature. Theoretically, all werewolves in this world are your descendants! They are your dependents.

I don't know if you gave your wild power to Lyral Flamefang nine thousand years ago, just to watch or have fun, or some other damn reason.

But after all, you have to take responsibility for what you did, instead of being like a scumbag who just gave you something and then let it go.

It seems like you have never taken care of children before.

But it's all your fault that the werewolf problem has developed to this point.

Don’t even think about throwing this scapegoat away! "

Blake glanced at the old elf's head hanging on his waist and said:

"If you had spoken for Malfurion and the Cenarion Order when they banished these Scytheclaw druids, things would not be like this.

Their hatred and anger come from the betrayal of their tribe, but the source of this betrayal and indifference lies in your inaction. Unresponsive expectations will ferment into something terrible.

The werewolves you have left behind also need a belief to support them through difficult times.

If you don't want them, the monsters hidden in the darkness will take advantage of it.

Let's see!

The werewolves in this country are so crazy because of the lack of guidance. You should be the most suitable leader, but you choose to watch indifferently and have nothing to do with yourself.

Only when something really happened did you come to me to wipe your ass

To be honest, Lord Goldrinn, when you asked me to help destroy the Scythe of the Moon, I could have ended the matter quickly, but the reason why it was delayed until now was because I didn't really want to do it.

This has nothing to do with compensation.

Although I don’t pick jobs, I am still a human being and I have my own attitude when I see bad things happening. "

The pirate shrugged and said to the silent Goldrinn:

"You have to see the painful lessons of your indulgence with your own eyes in order to grow, right? Don't go anywhere from now on, just stay in Gilneas and guide these werewolves.

They need you.

The children you abandoned need you. "

"Ouch!"

Goldrinn bared his teeth at the pirate in dissatisfaction.

Obviously, it did not agree with Black's accusation. It closed its eyes again. After a few seconds of silence, Goldrinn's low and handsome voice sounded in the pirate's mind.

It sounds like a tired evil uncle.

Well, that's probably the tone Uncle Zangetsu uses when he's acting cool.

it says:

"It's not that I don't pay attention to them, but this is how wolves grow. They have to go through the wind and rain on their own, find their own prey, and form their own wolf packs.

Just like when I left Freya's mother's garden alone

Wolves shouldn't have a home!

Too much attention will only make them weak. "

"Of course you can explain it this way and convince yourself this way."

Black blinked and counted the time. When the growler's first claw covered with dark wind blades stepped onto the ground of the material world, the pirate stood up and said to Goldrinn:

“But now you’re seeing with your own eyes the results of kids growing crooked.

I can understand your desire to strengthen your children, but after your children are bullied outside, you, as a parent, should stand up and support them no matter what, right?

You, the unqualified ‘Wolf Father’, are going to kill the bad guys who bewitched your children today. I think your presence here today represents your love for them.

Well, this statement is disgusting. It is really not worthy of a mighty and handsome lone silver wolf like you.

OK.

Come on, let's kill this damn growler who's imitating you at every turn, but before we start, let me tell you a secret. "

The pirate lowered his voice and said to Goldrinn:

"The appearance of this howler comes from the malice of an Eternal. She is very aware of Ms. Elune's obsession and pursuit of you, so she specially created a dark wolf exactly like you to provoke the Moon God and you.

If you are killed by Lycanthos, it means that the Eternal has defeated her powerful sister in this battle.

So, today's matter is not just an issue between you and the Howler and the werewolves, it is also related to Ms. Elune, who is also a participant in the incident.

And you and I are the weapons Her Majesty the Moon God uses to fight back the malice of her sister with a bad personality. We must kill this dark wolf god and win a clean victory for the Moon Goddess. "

"Ouch!"

Goldrinn immediately showed an unhappy expression when he heard Elune's name. It was obvious that the relationship between it and Elune, who had tried to tame it, was really bad, and Goldrinn had no intention of taking the initiative to repair the relationship.

"I know you don't like my boss, but no one can help you now except Him."

Blake said in a long voice:

"Then Lord Goldrinn, you don't want to see you defeated and eaten by Lycanthos, do you? We can defeat it, it is not difficult at all, as long as you raise your head and roar.

Yes.

This is the secret weapon I prepared for you! "

The pirate laughed and jumped up, landing right on the head of the Wolf God Goldrinn.

He took out his Moon God Lantern and held it in his hand. The next moment, the bright moonlight burst out from the pirate's hand and quickly enveloped the entire Royal City of Gilneas in the form of a shock wave.

This moonlight with purifying divinity is like a beacon. In the next second, the gloomy sky clouds dissipate. The light from the moon intersects with the ground, making the power of the moon god's light increase several times in an instant.

The dark werewolves who rushed into the royal city covered their eyes one by one, screaming and retreating as if they were blinded.

They panicked and hid in any nearby place that could avoid the moonlight.

In order to conquer the arrogant Goldrinn, Lady Elune also risked her life this time.

The light of the moon she gave this time far exceeded the previous blooms. Wherever the moonlight touched, the power of purifying divine power was comparable to the Moon Temple in Mount Hyjal.

This almost just requires him to create an entity in the material world to fight with Goldrinn.

"Hey, don't resist."

Black patted Goldrinn's silver hair in the light and whispered:

"If I had your looks, if I could be loved so much by a god, why would I have to fight for it? I would have just laid there and dedicated everything to the goddess to win the whole world.

It's not a shame to be favored by Bai Fumei, the number one among the stars. Others are envious of you, but Ursok and the others are almost crying. I really don't understand why you always insist on your own style.

Be good.

Come on, take it easy.

For the sake of seeing these heirs who need your rescue, you, a single dad, have to find a stepmother for the werewolves, right?

To be honest, the werewolf and the moon really go well together. "