Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Your Majesty, your lord is awake!

In the royal family's secret territory, Greymane Manor, in the mountains southwest of Gilneas, King Genn Greymane, who was handling domestic affairs, suddenly received a report from his attendants late at night.

The northern lord, who had been defeated and captured in a previous naval battle, fell into a coma due to unknown reasons, and suffered from an extremely high fever, finally woke up.

This made His Majesty the King very excited because the news of the naval failure was leaked.

He almost immediately took his attendants to the room where Darius Crowley was. After pushing the door open, Jean saw the northern lord leaning on the bed.

He looks amazing!

It was as if he had recovered from his serious illness all of a sudden. His face was rosy and he was very angry. He was holding a bowl of hot fish soup in his hand and was devouring it.

He seemed to have been hungry for a long time.

The way he eats seems to be eating everything in front of him.

This slightly embarrassed posture made little Lorna Crowley sitting next to her cover her mouth and laugh. This little guy has been staying with her father here in the past few days, and she was very worried about her father's condition.

If she saw her father finally regaining consciousness, the little girl also felt sincere joy and happiness.

Darius! You old dog, I almost thought I lost you.

Gene was smiling when he saw his lord and brother awakening. He shouted and received an immediate response from the northern lord.

Darius glanced at Jean. While chewing the fish meat in his mouth, he said angrily:

Come on, Jean, I've been greatly embarrassed this time. I'm afraid you want to put me in a dungeon to prevent others from knowing the humiliation I suffered.

What's the shame of failure? Why don't you win next time? It's just a few ships. I can't afford the loss.

King Greymane laughed and was relieved to see that Darius was sane.

The king temporarily put aside the heavy government affairs and the bad news, strode into the house, glanced at the northern lord who was devouring food and looked ugly, and then looked at the doctor beside him.

Then, Gene noticed a few empty plates beside the bed, with some roasted chicken bones thrown in, a plate of cleanly eaten beef, and a bottle of mostly drunk wine.

He asked hesitantly:

How is Darius's physical condition? Although I am not a doctor, I also know that it is not good for a patient to eat meat as soon as he wakes up, right?

Your Majesty, your lord's physical condition is incredible!

The royal physician with eyes also looked surprised. This old physician, who had been treating Jean and the royal family members all year round, answered with a very Gilnean-style proverb:

He is as healthy as a wolf cub, and his appetite is more like that of a wolf king. I just checked his body. His high fever has gone away, and his wounds are healing quickly.

It is very possible that the holy light emitted by the church's holy hammer healed his injuries, or even a miracle occurred.

The doctor spoke and pointed to Lord Darius' left shoulder.

He said to King Jean:

Your Majesty, do you still remember the diagnosis I made the day the lord was first sent here?

Of course, you told me that Darius' shoulder was permanently disabled and that he could no longer hold an ax or knife.

Gene recounted the doctor's diagnosis at the time, saying:

What's the current situation?

Your Lordship's shattered bones have healed!

The old doctor said excitedly:

“I’ve never seen anything like this in my life!

But overnight, the Lord's severely injured body seemed to be full of vitality. Not only was the injury on his shoulder healing, but even the scars on his body were disappearing.

There are also some old injuries caused by overexertion during the war that are also recovering.

What an amazing vitality! He is indeed our most powerful warrior in Gilneas. Disaster cannot defeat him, it will only make him stronger.

But the more Gene listened, the weirder his expression became.

He is also a warrior himself, and he knows very well that even the self-healing power of legendary warriors is not as strong as the exaggerated point described by the doctor.

The situation in front of him was surprisingly good, and Gene was a little worried.

He saw Darius drinking up the bowl of hot fish soup and biting the fish bones in his mouth. When he saw the northern lord's tongue licking his lips, he had an unfinished expression on his face. , he felt flustered for no reason.

Lorna, it's time for you to finish your homework.

The king calmly called:

I know you are very happy that your father is awake, but didn't you say that you want to be as great a commander as your father in the future? If you want to be a commander, you have to learn that knowledge.

Go ahead.

Go to my study and work on your homework for today with Liam.

But I want to spend more time with my father.

Little Lorna tilted her head, and while wiping her father's mouth, she said to Uncle Gene:

He has been sleeping for a long time. I want to talk to him.

Tomorrow morning.

Jean noticed the unexplained glint in Darius's eyes.

The northern lord seemed to be in some pain after eating, but he endured it in front of his daughter, but his face, which was glowing just now, turned pale now.

There was a lot of sweat on his forehead.

So Jean said again:

I want to discuss some military affairs with your father, which are boring things between adults. You can come and see your father tomorrow morning, okay?

Ah, okay then.

The well-behaved little girl Lorna glanced at her father with some reluctance. The northern lord gave her a difficult smile and watched his daughter being taken out of the room by the guards.

You have to be good, dad. I'll come see you tomorrow morning.

Lorna said something and then closed the door with a smile. After the little girl's footsteps faded away, Jean snatched the long musket from the guard with a swish and aimed it at the northern lord in front of him.

He scolded:

You! Who are you! What did you do to Darius?

I, I don't know, Jean. It feels so bad. I feel like something is coming out! Get out of here. Quick! You all leave! I can't control it anymore.

Lord Darius on the bed grabbed the clothes on his chest, lowered his head and let out a painful whimper, but it was more like a hoarse roar.

Under Jean's shocked gaze, his close friend raised his head in pain, and his eyes that had turned into animal pupils stared at him, making the king feel suffocated.

The person in front of him was no longer the Darius Crowley he was familiar with.

It's a complete beast.

Shoot! Gene. It's roaring. Shoot!

The northern lord used his last sanity to suppress the rising wild beast in his heart. He shouted at Jean, and the king's finger was on the trigger.

With this finely crafted musket firing at such a close range, Darius' skull would definitely be blown open.

Whatever the monster was that had taken over his body, there was no way it was leaving alive.

But Darius will also be buried with it.

Damn it!

Gene hesitated.

This caused him to miss his last chance.

The northern lord mutated at an alarming speed. Under the horrified gazes of Jean, several royal guards, and the old doctor, in just a few seconds, Darius was whimpering heart-breakingly, and his body was completely destroyed. The clothes were torn to pieces.

Frightening manes began to grow on his restored skin, his fingers were lengthening into surprisingly curved claw blades, and his little finger was also disappearing.

What's even more terrifying are his legs.

Under the influence of a supernatural evil force, the bones of Lord Darius's legs were shattered and quickly regenerated into recurved legs like a beast.

On his feet, the newly-grown sharp claws tore through the shoes and trampled the furry feet with fleshy pads on the ground.

Ouch!

A tall monster with a wolf head and body was born from the body of Darius Crowley. It roared into the sky, its blood-red eyes filled with chaotic madness.

The big wolf-kissed mouth full of sharp teeth was still dripping with saliva.

Oh my god.

It's hungry.

Fire!

Jean didn't care about anything else at this moment and was the first to pull the trigger. The gunpowder pushed the bullet out and hit the gray-haired werewolf in the head at close range.

The other guards also drew their muskets and fired forward.

No matter what the monster in front of them is, it cannot be their beloved Northern Lord.

Pieces of blood shone on the gray-haired werewolf, and Darius whimpered in pain and retreated. It intertwined its claws and defended with precision like a warrior, protecting its head and heart. It retreated while looking for a fighting opportunity.

The bullets that could easily blast through the armor would only barely scratch the skin of the werewolf, and would be caught by the powerful muscles in its body, unable to damage the internal organs of this legendary werewolf at all.

It cannot cause fatal damage to it.

Except for Gene's bullet.

The king was closest, and his precise aim when firing allowed the bullet to hit the werewolf's right eye, destroying its eyeball, but it got stuck in the skull in the eye socket, preventing it from causing more serious damage.

This excruciating pain made the gray-haired werewolf even more ferocious. After passively withstanding several shots, it decisively launched a counterattack.

The recurved legs exploded with power in an instant, pushing it to jump back and forth on the wall like lightning, and then waved its claws, causing a harsh buzz in the air.

In less than two seconds, several guards around Jean were thrown to the ground.

boom

The king turned around and fired another shot, forcing the werewolf back and saving his own guard.

But it also attracted the attention of the werewolf, who rushed towards Jean and waved his claws, swiping diagonally from top to bottom, and easily split the finely crafted musket in Jean's hand into two.

Jean himself was grabbed by the neck by the tall werewolf and lifted into the air.

Lord Darius was already a powerful legendary warrior of Gilneas before he transformed into a beast. After receiving the blessing of wild power and completing the transformation into a beast, his strength became even greater.

Jean is not as good at fighting as Dai Lin. When he was approached by the legendary werewolf, he was unable to resist at all.

Darius, my brother, no!

Gene felt suffocated.

He felt that his neck was cracking, and it might be broken in the next second, but his difficult call seemed to restore some consciousness to the violent werewolf in front of him.

It howled and threw Jean to the ground, holding his head with both paws and retreating.

Ahem, don't hurt him! Don't kill him!

Jean, who fell to the ground, covered his neck and coughed in pain. Seeing a large number of guards rushing into the room, trying to kill the retreating werewolves with weapons, the king immediately roared angrily and ordered them not to hurt the werewolf in front of them.

Well, let’s call them “people”.

Darius, I know you can still hear it! I don't care what damn curse or other damn thing you suffer from, I will definitely cure you!

I swear.

The king was helped to his feet by the guards.

He looked at the gray werewolf that was cornered, with swords and muskets pointed at it, the mane on its neck exploding, and it let out a low, threatening whimper, fully prepared for a massacre.

No need to doubt.

This werewolf with wild rage is definitely capable of slaughtering the entire manor.

Upon seeing this, Jean shouted:

Damn it! Darius, think about Lorna! Are you going to degenerate into a monster in front of her? For the sake of your daughter, wake up!

It's no use, Your Majesty.

Just as the two sides were confronting each other, a big gray storm crow descended from the sky. The strong wind quickly blew open the door, and then transformed into a man wearing a natural robe and an eagle-headed crown amidst the magical transformation magic rising from the broken light. The night elf druid.

Half of the guards immediately turned their guns and aimed at him.

But this druid didn't care about the dark muzzles around him. As soon as he entered the room, he carefully observed the werewolf in front of him, and said to Jean next to him in accented human language:

My name is Omulon, and I am the Archdruid of the Cenarion Order. I received a letter from Alonsos Faol and came here to try to warn you, but I didn't expect that I was still a step too late.

Lord Darius has been infected by the werewolf's power.

The animal nature in his body overwhelms the human nature. According to our records, the werewolves who transformed for the first time are the most violent. They cannot distinguish between friend and foe, and will destroy everything in front of them crazily.

It's unbelievable that you haven't been torn apart by him yet.

It seems that the warriors' iron will is well-deserved, and they can use their own will to suppress the beast in their hearts. Unfortunately, not every werewolf can be so determined.

Werewolf?

Gene looked at the druid in front of him. He waved the soldiers to put down their guns. He asked suspiciously:

Why do you know so much about Darius' situation?

This question made Omulon the Sky-roaring One look back at King Zeon. After a few seconds of silence, the Archdruid sighed and whispered:

Because... we created them, nine thousand years ago. This story will be told later. Now, get your people out, Your Majesty.

I will use the power of nature to help Lord Darius suppress his beastly nature.

This process must not be interrupted, otherwise don't expect him to remember you.

Elf, tell me, can Darius turn back into a human?

Gene asked.

The druid looked embarrassed, but he did not hide it and said:

Perhaps. Perhaps it is possible, if we can recover the Luna Scythe, which has been lost for thousands of years. But that is not the main problem now, Your Majesty.

I have to tell you a terrible fact.

The werewolves have been sealed and sleeping in the deepest part of the Emerald Dream. Logically speaking, it is impossible for them to appear in the material world.

But since there is already the first infected werewolf here, it means that our original seal has been loosened, and its appearance here is definitely not an accident.

This is a terrible sign.

You and your country may have to face a catastrophe that you have never imagined and cannot imagine.

I hope you can prepare in advance.