Chapter 313 3. Hunting group is ideal, Lightforging is life
Lothar, holding the Strom'kar war sword, was surrounded by hundreds of Graymane Worgen outside Roland's Grave. There were green eyes everywhere in the dark forest, shining faintly on Gleam.
But Lothar is not afraid.
The ancient sword in his hand kept emitting the sound of war, just like the war cry of King of Barbarians, and the unique appearance of Strom'kar also made many werewolf commanders look confused.
As the One emperor in human history, the life story of Emperor Thoradin is almost an "extracurricular reading" for all human beings when they were young, and Strom'kar, the Warbreaker, known as "Emperor's Sword", occupies a very important space in every story.
Humans of this era may not have seen it, but they have heard of it.
This war sword has been slashed into the head of an evil creature in the void for more than two thousand years, but it has not worn away its sharpness, but has made it even more indestructible.
Werewolves are afraid of this sword.
Lothar can feel that Strom'kar is not only the "enemy of Trolls", the momentum of this sword is enough to form an invisible "halo of fear".
But Bloodfang Pack's "alpha wolf" is not afraid.
The white werewolf Bolvar Fordragon stared at Lothar with cold eyes. There was a dazzling scar under the mane on its chest and it did not try to cover it. During the movement of its claws, Bolvar's ferocious Wolf Kiss moved a few times, and it said hoarsely:
"You shouldn't have come."
"But I'm here."
Hearing that Bolvar could still speak human words, Lothar immediately let go of most of his worries.
What he fears most is that the werewolves will completely turn into beasts due to Goldrinn's blessing, and that will be the end of it. But now it seems that there is still a certain amount of wisdom behind the changes in their appearance.
"Bolvar! You are the hero of Stormwind, you are the warrior of the kingdom. Llane insists on building a sculpture for you and Gavinrad at the gate of Stormwind in this difficult situation. No one objects to this opinion.
Everyone knows how much you sacrificed for us."
Lothar said loudly:
"No matter what happens to you and your Warriors, as long as you are willing to go home, Stormwind will always open the door for you. This is why I am here, and I want to take you back!"
"This forest is our home, our hunting ground, our Holy Land."
Bolvar's tone showed no fluctuation, it waved its paws and said:
"I do not resist the call of White Wolf God, not only because it brings me and Warrior back from death, but also because it gives us a second chance to defeat our enemies.
The moment we lose our human form, Lothar, our life becomes very simple.
The hunting pack is here!
You shouldn't have entered our forests, human, turn back.
Tell them, Bolvar is dead!
Bolvar Fordragon died in the battle with Fenris Wolfbrother.
You see, Holy Light has abandoned me"
"Holy Light didn't abandon anyone!"
Lothar scolded:
"I'm not asking you to go back, Bolvar. When I pulled out this sword, I had no intention of letting you live outside your hometown.
You must go back with me!
Vigilant said that lycanthropy is not permanent! Did you hear that? Werewolves, you still have a chance to turn back into humans, but if you continue to allow yourself to be infected by Goldrinn's rage, you will lose your last chance."
The marshal's shout immediately caused a commotion among the wolves.
Especially those werewolves who were not soldiers. They eagerly wanted to ask more, but were scolded by the werewolf commander beside them and backed away. However, Bolvar could clearly feel that many eyes in his hunting group were staring at him.
If you don't handle it well, the hunting group may split today.
"That's enough, Lothar!"
Bolvar took a step forward, raised its paw and pointed at the human marshal who was "deceiving the public with his lies", and said loudly:
"You'd better show proof before you say something crazy!"
"Buzz"
A golden glow suddenly rose in Roland's Grave behind the werewolves, like a beam of light illuminating the night, causing Bolvar and the other werewolves to turn back suddenly, and the stream of light in the night made them roar.
"I have produced evidence, and that is evidence that Holy Light has not abandoned you!"
Lothar said loudly:
"Gavinrad has returned to Holy Light! Werewolves, Goldrinn is not your choice the One, Black Wolf God and White Wolf God's war cannot forcefully recruit you, you still have the right to choose. Whether werewolves can transform back into humans is indeed an unresolved problem, but please believe in your compatriots, we will definitely find a way to transform you back.
Human beings will not abandon their companions, and Arathor Empire will not abandon you either. Come back with me."
"Wolves, follow me!"
Bolvar roared and rushed back to the valley. A large group of werewolves followed it back into the darkness and rushed towards the beam of light.
But there were some thin werewolves left around Lothar. They looked at Emperor's Sword in Lothar's hands in fear. It wasn't until Lothar carried it behind his back and stretched out his hand to them that these werewolves dared to approach him.
"Come on, it doesn't matter. You don't have to be afraid of me. I won't hurt you."
He stretched out his hand to the werewolves. When the first civilian werewolf boldly touched his paw with Lothar's hand covering Holy Light, the other werewolves were relieved.
They clustered around Lothar, pointing at their throats and making whining sounds.
It seems that not every werewolf retains the ability to speak, and it is indeed difficult for civilians to resist the call of this wild force.
"It's okay, we'll find a way."
Lothar stroked their shoulders and comforted them, and then led these thin werewolves towards the noisy Roland's Grave in front of him. When he entered the valley, he saw a large group of werewolves surrounding him, and Bolvar was having a fierce confrontation with a Gleam naked Graymane Worgen.
That's Gavinrad!
The marshal immediately recognized the strong werewolf, who was the one who saved him from Sword Saint in Brightwood.
It was Lightforging.
Holy Light's lines are Gleam under its gray mane, and even Gavinrad's popping claws are wrapped with hot light.
It seems to be in the frenzy after Lightforging, and it fights Bolvar with bare hands without using weapons. There must be a difference in strength between the two before, but the all-round strengthening brought by Lightforging makes up for the shortcomings.
Bolvar cannot suppress Divine Fury of Gavinrad without using his pair of dangerous swords.
But this battle was not started by Gavinrad.
Bolvar's current state was obviously not right. The white werewolf's red anger had now condensed into substance in its mane, and its eyes turned into red blood. The wild aura of the leader of the wolf pack made Lothar couldn't help but clench his fists.
Goldrinn is affecting it!
Goldrinn was very angry about Holy Light's intervention in the wolf pack, but its attack on the "initiator" Diakum was interrupted by Argus Lord, so it poured its anger into Bolvar.
At this time, this white wolf is the angry incarnation of Rebellious Moon, and it is engaged in a "proxy war" with Gavinrad, the "Holy Light wolf".
Obviously, in Goldrinn's view, the werewolf Lightforging no longer belongs to his hunting group and must be expelled.
But the battle between Bolvar and Gavinrad was not over yet. Lightforging werewolves rushed out from the mine behind them one after another. They howled and came forward to help Gavinrad repel Bolvar.
Then the werewolves saw Diakum carrying Ashbringer out of the mine. He healed all the injured werewolves, not all Lightforging, and there were some normal werewolves following him.
"Stop it, Goldrinn, be decent!"
Vigilant scolded:
"I have asked the werewolves for their opinions. I will Lightforging them only if they agree. I have no intention of starting a war with you here."
"You've already started it!"
Bolvar didn't speak, but the wolves would make their own noise.
In the cold wind, Goldrinn roared:
"Take your Holy Light and get out of my hunting ground! This is a battle between me and Lycantos, Holy Light has no right to interfere."
"This is human territory! Not your hunting ground! Damn alien gods."
Lothar Can't listen anymore.
He stood up and objected loudly:
"Even without your blessing, mankind would not shake hands with Green Skins! Before you arrived, we were already fighting Green Skins! The dispute between you and Lycantos is only a part of mankind and Green Skin War, not the whole.
We are the main subjects of this war, not you!
If you really want to help, then at least tell us in advance instead of actively creating artificial divisions among humans like now! Let me ask you, Goldrinn, have you also assembled your hunting group in Gilneas?
Did King Genn and his people also become your followers?
That's one of Seven Human Kingdoms, tens of millions of people!
How could you do this."
"I asked them!"
Goldrinn's spirit appears in the wind.
The wild white wolf stepped into the dark valley. When it appeared, the werewolves immediately fell to the ground. Vaber also woke up from its anger. It shook its head and tried to calm down.
"Before giving the blessing of the hunting pack to Gilneas and your Warrior, I asked each of them! Anduin Lothar, just like I asked you too, just because you were not good enough at that time."
Goldrinn's bloody eyes glared at the marshal and said:
"It's because you need the strength to fight the war that I will include you in my hunting group! How dare you slander my morality?"
"Asking the dying people with only one breath left to choose between "death" and "becoming a werewolf" is not asking them to choose. Goldrinn, you are just playing a cunning word game."
Diakum sighed and said:
"I said we are not here to provoke. If you really want to recruit your Warrior among humans to fight against Lycantos, you should at least learn from your enemies.
Human beings are at war and they need strength. I can also understand that not everyone is suitable to enter Holy Light. You can set up your shrine in Stormwind openly and let Warrior who is willing to follow your rage become your hunter.
Instead of acting like a devil hiding in the darkness to deceive people like now.
Lothar I don't hate you for turning humans into werewolves, don't get the core of the problem wrong!
We are not enemies, nor should we be enemies, especially in the current context of demonic invasion. You are the hero of War of the Ancients. You have protected the world, and we are going to do the same."
"Yes! That's exactly what I thought."
Lothar also realized that Goldrinn had misunderstood his anger just now.
He stepped forward and said in a calmer tone:
"If you are willing to give your power to humans to fight against Green Skins and their evil gods, then we welcome your faith into human society with both hands. Archbishop Alonsus Faol has set up churches in Stormwind for the believers of Elune. We humans are not stupid or barbaric.
It is our honor that a great force like you is willing to help us. We are willing to embrace great power, but we must not do it in such a "divisive" way."
"Don't mention those three words in front of me!"
Goldrinn bared his teeth at Lothar, and Diakum helplessly held his forehead, making the marshal realize that he seemed to have said the wrong thing again.
He will now think of the gossip told by the elves before. It is said that the relationship between Goldrinn and Ms. Elune is very "bad". It seems to be a story about a wild noble beast who was made numb by the slut true god.
"I will not erect a shrine in your kingdom!"
Goldrinn refused.
But then, it glanced at Lightforged's Gavinrad and Diakum, shook its head and said:
"But it is your freedom to take away Bloodfang Worgen. As long as they are willing to follow you, I will never stop them.
As for Gilneas, I don't think I did anything wrong.
Without my assistance, the Human King country would have fallen to Iron Hooves of Demons long ago, but they can still fight now. They are still resisting under the leadership of the wolf pack leader. They have won great victories and are even recovering the cities they lost.
Humans!
You should thank me, every one of you who survives should thank me."
Hearing the news from Goldrinn that Gilneas had not yet fallen made Lothar relieved, but facing the stubborn demigod, the marshal had no good way to persuade him.
Vigilant put away his weapon and stepped forward, stopped in front of Goldrinn's spirit body, and asked through spiritual communication:
"Are you unwilling to build a shrine among humans because you are worried about the recurrence of the disaster of "Scytheclaw Cult"? I heard this story that happened nine thousand years ago from my friend Archdruid, Fandral Staghelm.
It is said that Kaldorei lost a city's population because of that disaster?"
"You know quite a lot."
Goldrinn glanced at Diakum coldly, and then said:
"More than one city!
At that time, Night Elf was facing a situation similar to that of humans. The Satyrs, who were secretly supported by the Burning Legion, launched a ferocious invasion of them throughout Kalimdor. Most of the country was plunged into war. Night Elf needed strength, but War of the Ancients drained the energy of other Wild God.
Druids can only pray to me for strength. I want to help them, but...
No mortal can control my anger!
With the help of my shrine and belief, tens of thousands of elves turned into sickle-clawed werewolves in just a few months. They did repel Satyr and severely damaged them. The price was that those elves completely lost their minds. They were addicted to the war and became the incarnation of war.
The time and energy consumed by Cenarius Order in dealing with the crazy sickle-clawed werewolves was even equal to the losses in the battle of Satyr.
That was a terrible mistake."
"So after that, you removed all your shrines in Mortal World, and you no longer even kept your own beliefs, but only kept the temple in Mount Hyjal?"
Diakum nodded and said:
"No wonder you are so cautious. Lycantos is so confident, right? It has calculated that you will not be able to assemble the most powerful hunting group on a large scale, and the hunting group under its command is prosperous."
"As long as you understand, annoying Blue Skins Saint."
Goldrinn made a proud hum and said:
"I spend so much time selecting warriors one by one not to harm humans, but to protect them. It's okay for stupid mortals to not understand. You, Holy Light Demigod, who is proficient in the path of faith, don't understand either?"
"I just think you are choking and giving up eating."
Diakum said very frankly:
"The problem of werewolves unable to control their anger can be solved, or even easily solved. The method has always been there, but you are unwilling to use it or even think about it.
It is true that your rage cannot be controlled by ordinary people, but as long as there is a ray of cold moonlight from Ms. Elune, it is enough to cool down the boiling rage of the werewolves, and even let them regain their former appearance and sanity, making your power a perfect force of war, rather than a curse."
"Shut up! Don't mention it in front of me"
Goldrinn This Haki Wolf is "stressed" again.
I don't know what the "slut" Elune did to it to make it get angry when it heard White Lady's name.
But the problem is that Vigilant is a man who likes to tell the truth. The final solution to the werewolf curse in the official history is really unusually simple. The reason is that uncontrollable anger lacks the shackles of Dao Heart wisdom.
Perhaps this is also the source of the conflict between Goldrinn and Elune.
Elune wanted to help the Rua white wolf restrain its uncontrollable rage while going crazy, but Goldrinn felt that he was very good and energetic like this.
I can only say that the Wild God group does have its own psychological problems.
"It's your fault that you don't want to accept Ms. Elune's help, but please, give these werewolves a good time."
Diakum put it another way, he said:
"Why don't you do what I say and place your shrine in Stormwind. Ms. Elune's shrine happens to be there as well. Warrior who is chasing the werewolf power can choose whether to accept help from Priestess of the Moon.
In this way, your hunting group can expand, and you have hope of winning the war with Lycantos.
The private behavior of followers cannot be elevated to the level of the followers. In this way, you can still maintain your proud and precious freedom.
Everyone will have a bright future.
It won't do you any harm."
"Why not?"
Goldrinn glared at him and scolded:
"I'm in a bad mood! But it's not like we can't talk about it, unless..."
White Wolf God roared, letting his spirit body Dispersion fly in the wind.
It said to Diakum:
"Since you Holy Light Follower like to be nosy so much, why not help me solve the problem of Scytheclaw Cult. Compared with humans, those Scytheclaw Druid are my real hunting group. If you can make them wake up from their irreparable madness, what if I give you a face?"
"I can Lightforging them!"
Vigilant said:
"Holy Light's mental protection can keep them awake."
"No!"
Goldrinn snorted coldly:
"I can pretend I haven't seen you Lightforging human werewolf. Holy Light This is their belief, and I don't even bother to do anything to steal love!
But you know very well that that annoying woman will not allow Holy Light's hands to go deep into her family members. You can try Lightforging Night Elf, Diakum, and see how many blows your small body can withstand Night Warrior?
In addition, the fire of vengeance in Bolvar Fordragon's heart is perfectly combined with my fury. He is the leader of the wolf pack that I personally selected. Don't extend your dirty, glowing paws to him!"
"But if you can't Lightforging, then you may have to wait for a while."
Diakum was not annoyed at all, he said:
"I have to fight off the demon before I have time to fix the mess you left."
"Humph, I can wait, I have a lot of time, but can Kaldorei afford it?"
Goldrinn reminded:
"Once the devil breaks into Mount Hyjal, Scytheclaw Druid will definitely be released, which is the most destructive Burning Legion in the hands of Kaldorei Druid. But at the moment the agreement is reached, Diakum, they are no longer my trouble.
I grant humans and werewolves the right to choose freely.
They are not my traditional family.
I only recruited them to fight against Lycantos's hunting group. The fact that I removed all my shrines means that I have no intention of spreading my beliefs. Therefore, you can form your own "Lightforged Fangs".
I have satisfied the demands of you and mankind, it is your turn to satisfy mine.
You cannot use Lightforging, you cannot ask for help from Elune, and bring back the sanity of Scytheclaw Druid people. I will not allow my family members to bow to Elune.
Just like me."
"Okay! I agree."
Diakum said:
"Then when will "Moon Goddess's Scythe" be delivered? Without that thing, "Lightforged Fangs" will never be able to be assembled. Mr. Goldrinn, you don't plan to keep the artifact secretly, do you?"
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