Lailar Yanya poured himself another glass of wine and murmured:
"We Night Elf Druids can transform into Worgen Form, but the same magic cast on humans turns them into bipedal monsters we call Worgen. Worgen are incredibly powerful. Thrall invaded Lordaeron and destroyed Silvermoon City, but he never dared to attack Gilneas because of his fear of Worgen. But it's a terrible curse."
Lyral said with lingering fear:
"The human heart is filled with filthy desires, and the power of the Worgen gradually drove them mad. Arugal and I could only watch helplessly as one Worgen after another went insane. Arugal left Gilneas alone, seeking the Worgen's final release. Almost all the Worgen in Gilneas had gone mad; they fled into the mountains and lived like wild beasts. Without the Worgen, Gilneas was no longer able to withstand the Forsaken's attack."
Robbie sighed, then suddenly realized something and whispered, "If my guess is correct, the Worgen are going crazy because of an imbalance of energy within their bodies."
Lyral nodded approvingly.
"Arugal and I reached the same conclusion, but this energy is simply too strange. Humans have a weaker affinity for natural magic and cannot balance the foreign energy within their bodies."
"Have you ever heard of the Scythe of Elune?" Robbie asked.
Lyral's gaze dimmed:
"Arugal has repeatedly pleaded with King Varian for the Scythe of Elune, but he has refused each time. We then approached the Black Dragon Princess Black Dragon Princess, who promised to give us the Scythe of Elune, but she worries that Gilneas cannot protect this artifact, and it would be troublesome if it fell into Sylvanas's hands."
The Scythe of Elune's function is balance. If Sylvanas obtains the Scythe of Elune, she can balance the life and death forces within her, and her strength will reach a new level.
At this moment, the Scythe of Elune is kept by the Scourge.
Robbie once borrowed the Scythe of Elune from Archbishop Benedictus, but as the situation in Stormwind City descended into chaos and Benedictus gradually lost power, he was forced to flee Stormwind City and thus never returned it.
After much deliberation and exchanging a glance with Vanessa, Robbie made up his mind. "I have a way to help the Worgen regain his sanity. Take me to Kingdom of Gilneas."
Lyral's face lit up with delight. Robbie had demonstrated his superb magic, and he had complete faith in Robbie's words. "Great! Gilneas finally has hope!"
Robbie shook his head, asking with some concern, "I heard that King Greymane was also infected and turned into Worgen."
Lyral's face was ashen as he said, "It's a secret. Malfurion released my friend Belysra, helping King Greymane regain his sanity. I know Belysra very well; she shouldn't have such abilities. I suspect Elune, is behind this."
Robbie calmly analyzed, "We can't be too optimistic. Before we find out the truth, we must keep it from King Greymane. We are saving the people, not a King."
Lyral secretly left the delegation, taking Robbie and Vanessa back to Gilneas. To test the effects of the Scythe of Elune without attracting King Greymane's attention, Lyral chose the secluded Wind Valley Village.
Located on the coast, Wind Valley Village adjacent to the Black Miasma Forest, which is inhabited by a large number of Worgen. As a result, most of the residents have been infected and become Worgen, leading to the village being gradually forgotten.
Upon entering Wind Valley Village, although there were empty houses everywhere, surprisingly, every single house was kept clean and spotless.
Lyral explained:
"Worgen are different from wild beasts. For example, Worgen are very united and rarely fight. After nightfall, they sometimes regain their senses, return to their former homes, and carefully clean their houses. I once saw a Worgen stroking the portrait of his loved one and silently shedding tears."
Inside the church in Wind Valley Village, Robbie planted the Scythe of Elune on the Altar, and the three of them waited quietly to the side.
As dusk fell and night gradually enveloped the land, the howls of the Worgen echoed incessantly, slowly approaching the church.
Before long, a large group of Worgen entered the church and knelt devoutly before the Scythe of Elune. Each Worgen wore a calm smile, like the most devout fanatics.
Lyral was puzzled. "I know the Scythe of Elune has the effect of balancing the alien energy in the body, so why can it attract Worgen to come closer and kneel down to pray?"
Robbie smiled faintly and said, "The Scythe of Elune contains Elune's summons. It was originally designed to deal with you Worgen Druids. As long as you are within the Scythe of Elune's influence, Worgen Druids will involuntarily walk towards the Scythe of Elune, kneel on the ground, and surrender."
Lyral was startled, looking nervously at the Scythe of Elune, as some long-forgotten memories began to surface.
The Druid of the Pack were incredibly powerful, far surpassing the strength of ordinary Druids, but Lyral could never understand why they were captured by Malfurion and then collectively sealed away.
The Scythe of Elune is the answer, but the related memories have been erased.
Robbie explained with a smile:
"No need to worry, this is not the original Scythe of Elune. It's a replica. The Moon Goddess's summons have been replaced by the Whispers of the Old Gods."
"What, the whispers of the Old Gods?" Lyral felt a chill run down his spine; his fear of the Old Gods surpassed even his dread of Elune.
"Lailar Yanya".
Robbie explained with a serious expression:
"What we need is not a disorganized Worgen pack, but a true army, one that can bravely fight to protect its homeland. The Worgen must unite."
Lyral shook his head in resistance. "Why resort to such methods? When faced with the destruction of their country and the loss of their home, I believe all Worgen are willing to fight."
Robbie sighed and said, "Persuasion takes time, training takes even more time, and it's too late now. In times of crisis, extraordinary measures must be taken. Gilneas faces the threat of the Forsaken and could fall at any moment. In that case, all its people will be slaughtered. Go, take up the Scythe of Elune, and from now on you will be the leader of the wolves."
Lyral reached for the Scythe of Elune as if facing a terrifying venomous snake, then quickly withdrew his hand, knelt on the ground, covered his face, and wept:
"I can't do it, I really can't."
Vanessa, enraged, leaped onto the Altar, raised the Scythe of Elune high, and shouted, "Worgen, wake from your nightmares and face your leader!"
The Worgen inside the church roared in unison. Under the influence of the Old Gods's power, their teeth gradually turned red. The next moment, all the Worgen reverted to human form.
Among them were elderly people and children, but most were young and middle-aged men and women. At first, they looked around in confusion, but soon they understood what was happening, raised their right hands, and cheered loudly.
Vanessa pondered for a moment, then secretly used the Shadow power. A phantom of a giant wolf floated from the Scythe of Elune, crouching above the Altar. Vanessa shouted loudly:
"From this day forward, the Wolf Worship Cult is established. King Greymane is powerless to protect Gilneas, but we are different. I am your leader. Lailar Yanya, I hereby appoint you as the Great Wolf General."