Azeroth Trail of Light

By the dense forest of Feralas, a pack of wolves roared. This scene is much larger than the scene that Velind had made in the silver pine forest at the time. The faint-hearted did not even dare to look at those already around the big arena. The black maned wolves who gather more and more, maybe they should be fortunate, this will not be at night, if night falls, they will see a large green eye, that scene will definitely make the timid guy. Scared to pee out.

But not everyone was shocked.

"Something is wrong!"

Qiao Laqi stopped his subordinates' actions to disperse the wolves, his eyes squinted, and looking from a higher viewing platform, a distinct "line" appeared in the middle-aged assassin's eyes. That line, Not even a wolf overtook them, they were like an army, and they stopped all over that line.

"The army has a commander, and these wolves do the same... don't anger them!"

As soon as Qiao Laqi’s voice fell, a low roar sounded, like a sob, and like a dream after falling asleep, but after this low howl of wolves, the roar of the wolves that resounded through the sky seemed to be Just as if they were pinched off, they stopped all the time, and the sky of the Doommaul Arena instantly changed from the unbearable noise to the same unbearable silence.

Everyone’s gazes were panicked or curious, they all looked at the turbulent wolves. On the front of the big arena, the black wolves were cut apart by a knife, separated by a line, white and white. Walking around, all the wolves where it went, whether they were sturdy or cubs, bowed their heads respectfully and lay their claws on the ground.

That is bowing down!

The wolf's kneeling!

By the side of Qiao Laqi, the owner of the Shadow Castle who used the dark illusion as his representative saw the whiteness, the dark illusion disappeared in vain. This action surprised Qiao Lazi and Prager.

The ruler on the bright side of the shadow castle is the orc shadow lord Ferdan, but at their level, they naturally understand who the real master is. The dreadlord Bainholle has many labels on him, saying it is treacherous, or he is brave. Whether it is small, but it cannot be denied that this guy can live in Azeroth until now, and his life-saving ability is absolutely superb.

Seeing that Bainholler disappeared without even saying hello, the heavy pressure began to spread, especially when the white wolf, which was a circle larger than the other black wolves, walked in front of the pack of wolves, was caught by the pair of green wolves. Glancing his eyes, Qorazzi and Prager immediately led everyone down the viewing platform.

There is very little news about Goldrinn, but as the leader of the Assassin League, Qiao Lacy will not know the news of Goldrinn’s resurrection, and in the scan just now, he has confirmed the identity of this white wolf. Tyrande hurriedly brought the Moon God Priest to come from another direction, while Velind supported Dick and slowly walked out of the arena from the other side.

Under such a scene, who would dare to stand on top of the demigod and speak? Do you want to die?

That is the demigod, the existence above the epic hero, whether it is the power level or the meaning it represents, it can no longer be measured by words.

After weighing it for a moment, Qiao Lacy took a deep breath and wandered into Dick’s team. Every gladiator contest is a collection of multiple parties, but there will be a host. This time is Qiao Lacy. , Some things, he is unwilling to come forward, but now this kind of thing, he can no longer help.

What's more, it is a demigod!

Qiao Laqi has secretly seen Aga Magan more than once, and he has also benefited a lot from the lazy and mysterious wild boar demigod, but Goldrinn is different, whether it is aggressiveness or mystery, Aga Magan There is more than one difference between Goldrinn and Qorazzi. Qiao Lacy's idea is very simple. Don't ask for merit, but ask for nothing.

It was a beast, and it was difficult for a beast to exchange interests, and Qorazzi didn't think he had anything in his hands that would interest a guy like Goldrinn.

"Praise you, Goldrinn of the Wild!"

Tyrande stepped forward in the moonlight, reached out and touched Goldrinn’s shoulder, and then took a step back. According to legend, Elune and Goldrinn had a bad relationship, and even cast a curse to let the pack of wolves in the full moon. It becomes crazy and irrational. But both Dick and Elune knew that this was sheer nonsense, and the pack of wolves was crazy just because they couldn't control their rage.

What's more, it is not a rumor for true scholars that Azeroth has two moons. Although one of them will not be discovered by mortals, it is not only when the second full moon rises. The wolf is crazy.

Goldrinn is a demigod of the wilderness. In fact, it has nothing to do with Elune, but it still shows enough courtesy to Tyrande's respect, just because Tyrande is standing behind him. Look up to the existence.

However, the Moon Sacrifice was just a cutscene. After nearly 10,000 people watched, she took a decent step back and revealed Dick and Willind behind her. Dick did not have much feeling, because it was regarded as He and Goldrinn’s "comrade-in-arms" met. The demigod fought with him twice in Mount Hyjal and Silithus. Although the two sides did not have much contact, at least the incense was still there.

The Paladin leaned slightly solemnly, and then moved to the other side as well, but Velind, who was trembling while stroking him, was stopped by the claws extended by the white wolf.

Verinde looked at the white wolf claws in front of her in surprise. She couldn't help but glance back at the white wolf, one of the most powerful creatures in Azeroth. It looked at her with no expression in her eyes, only There was a cold light that never surged, but it was probably the only expression.

Dick took a deep breath and put his palm on the shoulders of Verinde who was a little worried. He knew why the girl was worried, but the Moon God's Scythe was no longer able to change its ownership, and Verinde was used by the Moon God's Scythe. The werewolf who was personally transformed, Goldrinn was resurrected nearly ten years ahead of schedule. When Dick met the dying Velind in the Twilight Forest, she was destined to meet Goldrinn.

There is an inseparable connection between the werewolf and the wolf god, so she has the ability to summon a pack of wolves, so she can perceive the news of Goldrinn's arrival.

"Your Majesty Goldrinn won't hurt you!"

Dick’s voice came from behind Verinde. The feeling of heat spraying on her neck made Verinde’s earlobe a little hot, but this embarrassment made her tension dissipate a bit, and her left hand gripped tightly. Holding Dick's arm, his right hand lightly touched Goldrinn's paw.

At this moment, in the somewhat surprised gaze of the people around, Velind, who was originally wearing a traditional night elf dress, turned into a werewolf with a gray mane and a cute white mane on his face almost in the blink of an eye, and The difference between other werewolves is that she has ears on top of her head and a tail behind her.

The Moon God's sickle appeared in Velinde's hand, she slowly half-kneeled in front of Goldrinn, and the wolf god's paw lightly touched Velinde's forehead, like a mysterious blessing ritual.

"Wow!"

Half a minute later, Goldrinn's tail swept lightly on the ground, and an equally low wolf howl sounded. This wolf howl almost shook the hearts of everyone who was terrified. The next moment, the entire arena was suppressed in darkness. The wolves got up and left, and there was only a screaming walking sound in the entire sky. During this process, almost no one dared to make too much noise, for fear of stimulating the wolves to return.

Even the fearless Vrykul sat there eating properly. Gavincent is not an idiot. He can't fight the demigod Goldrinn. In this case, silently Silence is the best result.

Goldrinn ignored the guys after Dick. It wandered towards the arena. In the process, it grew bigger and bigger. After entering the center of the arena, its body occupies almost one-third of the arena. , And under everyone's trembling gaze, it lay comfortably in the corner of the arena, narrowing its eyes slightly.

Qiao Lacy didn't know what it meant, until Velind, who was in the form of a werewolf, regained the body of the night elf. Her eyes swept across Qiao Lacy and whispered.

"Your Majesty Goldrinn wants to watch the battle of the bravest gladiator here. It has to choose its favored one and let the gladiatorial fight go on!"

The Duke of Assassins froze for a moment, and then nodded. After learning that the demigod was only interested in the last battle, most of the audience fell silent, and some even looked glorious, even though these guys didn’t understand Goldrinn’s coming. What are you doing here, but it’s a rare opportunity to enjoy a gladiatorial fight with a wilderness demigod.

"I'm leaving."

Verinde walked to Dick's side, lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking, "Your Majesty Goldrinn asked me to go to Gilneas and continue my mission there."

Hearing this, Dick raised his brows. There could be anything far away in Gilneas that Goldrinn could do by himself. It was nothing more than the "werewolf infection" that was spreading throughout Gilneas. It looked like Goldrinn was I hope Villinde will reorganize the werewolf group that was born because of it.

Speaking of it, Dick also suddenly remembered, wondering that Villinde was really the first fully awake werewolf in the world. Is it really because of the Moon God's Scythe?

But now is not the time to say this, the Paladin sighed lightly. The relationship between him and Villinde is the purest. He used to think so, but he didn't really hear that much, and his sense of existence was also very low. The news that his werewolf girl is leaving, he still feels a little uneasy.

"Don't worry, Xingge, our hearts are connected, as long as you want me to know, I will know."

Dick stretched out his hand and stroked Verinde’s gray hair. Since she became a werewolf, her hair has changed to this look, which happens to be the same as her werewolf hair. This intimate movement makes Verinde’s body lightly There was a tremor, and then she heard Dick say,

"Come, accompany me to finish this gladiatorial fight, I guess, the favored one of Your Majesty Goldrinn was born between those two guys, right?"

Verinde raised her head, and she turned a smile over her mouth for some unknown reason. The next moment, her voice sounded directly in Dick’s heart.

"No, Your Majesty Goldrinn has only one purpose here. It wants to recognize whether the favored one is what it wants. It is enough for Lyral's thing once. His Majesty Goldrinn will not allow a second Laila. Appears."

The paladin's footsteps stopped for a while, and he turned his head to look at the giant white wolf lying on the edge of the arena. When that guy stood up, almost no one doubted that it could even swallow everything in the arena with one bite. Garrod, who lived in seclusion once again, told Dick in an exchange that Goldrinn was the most inferior and most dangerous of all the demigods.

Compared to other demigods who are more or less inclined to the civilized world, Goldrinn is almost indifferent to these things. In other words, even if Dick and Goldrinn meet without a third-party opponent entering the game, Neither will necessarily be friends.

It is a wolf, a very pure wolf! And wolves don’t need friends!

From this point of view, there is only one meaning of "recognition" by Villinde.

"If he will become the second Lyral, His Majesty Goldrinn will kill him with his own hands. It will not allow its power to fall on a poor creature dominated by power. That is a shame!"

Villinde’s voice was calm, as if it had nothing to do with him, but Dick looked back at her.

"My little werewolf, what about you? Did you get its approval?"

Villinde Xingsong, who was carrying the increasingly bright Moon God's sickle, glanced at Dick, and there was a slight smile on his cold face.

"you guess?"