Where are the demon friends?
"Come back with me, Bolvar, Stormwind need you."
In the valley of Roland's Grave, after the spirit body of Goldrinn announced that the human wolves could choose where to go, Lothar sincerely said to the silent white werewolf:
"You heard the conversation between Goldrinn and Vigilant. Goldrinn returned freedom to you. Come back, my brother. The Human Empire I want to build will not be complete without you."
"Go back."
Gavinrad of Lightforging also persuaded in a low voice:
"Holy Light has not given up on us, Bolvar. Our bodies have turned into beasts, but our hearts are still pure. It's time to go home."
"I"
Bolvar really wants to refuse.
It knows what kind of treatment it will encounter after returning to Stormwind. Even if Lothar and Llane can understand it, the prejudices in human hearts will make werewolves ostracized or even targeted for a long time.
"Llane has become Lightforged, Bolvar, and Lightforged. Although they are sacred, they are also a kind of alienation. Look at my now abnormal barbaric body due to the blessing of life. Don't think you are so special."
Lothar patted Bolvar's strong and exaggerated arm, he sighed and said:
"Everyone is a "monster"! Don't laugh at anyone, not to mention, didn't Vigilant say it?
Priestess of the Moon can help you return to human form.
Let's go, Warriors are eager to go home. Brightwood has also received Ogres, Spriggans and tiger men as reinforcements. As long as you leave here, Wolf Spirit Priests will also transfer the battlefield to Elwynn Forest.
This will return to a low-intensity confrontation, Eberlock Duke is already mentally and physically exhausted and can hardly hold on any longer."
"My father always told me to go home."
Bolvar The little werewolf Altaia beside him whispered:
"I want to go back, but I'm afraid of scaring him and my brother."
"It's okay, kid, you will turn back into a human. I will definitely find a way."
Lothar smiled and touched the little werewolf's furry head. Bolvar didn't answer and just looked back at the wolves behind him. Although no one said it directly, he could indeed feel the eager desire hidden among the wolves.
The hunting pack obeys him, waiting for the first wolf to speak.
Finally, Bolvar sighed and nodded, which triggered a burst of cheering howls from the werewolves, making this already gloomy place even more dangerous.
"You can go, but something needs to stay."
Diakum pointed at the golden sword on Bolvar's waist and said:
"That is the devil's creation! Bolvar Fordragon, when you were holding it, did you hear the devil's whisper?"
"Yes! In every dark night, in every fight, especially when I hold it to take my life, it will roar, it will roar."
Bolvar threw the golden sword to Diakum without any hesitation, and it said:
"I just keep it as a trophy when I kill Fenris Wolfbrother. I rarely use it in battles. If you want, take it."
"I won't take it from you for free."
Diakum took out a black two-handed battle ax with strange eyeballs and Crystalcasting sharp blades from the bag and threw it over, saying:
"This is a high-quality weapon created by Lightforged Artificer. I give it to you. After that, kill the demons. Light Weaver Warband's weapon arsenal will also be open to you for merit redemption. The most suitable weapon for werewolves is the claw blade. I will let Artisan develop such a weapon for you."
Now, follow Lothar and leave.
I am going to complete the "exorcism ritual" for this demon blade here, Marshal Lothar, you may need to choose the right warrior in advance to prepare to accept this pair of powerful swords."
"Hmm."
Lothar nodded. He held Bolvar's paw and almost dragged it away from the valley. The howlings of the hunting pack continued, and the werewolves followed the human marshal and disappeared into the forest.
"Why don't you leave?"
Diakum looked at the little werewolf in front of him, and Altaia also tilted his head and looked at this strange guy in Holy Light.
The little gray and white werewolf bared its teeth and made a whining sound again. She whispered:
"Marshal Lothar seems to trust you very much, and I know you. You are the one who brought us back from the Devil's Land before. It was you who said we can turn back into humans. Can we really do that?"
"Of course, Holy Light Follower can't lie, child."
Dick stretched out his hand and patted the little werewolf's furry head, and said warmly:
"At that time, you can freely choose to change between human and werewolf. Of course, only when your mind is calm. This is very important. The power of the werewolf is permanently strengthened. Once you are too angry, you will still transform into the ferocious Warrior.
So I suggest you start learning meditation and learning to control your emotions from now on.
You must also have a strong will to control the rage of Goldrinn, instead of being turned into a monster by the rage.
It's difficult.
Becoming a werewolf means that you need to be in a neutral confrontation between your human nature and your bestiality all your life, but power has a price, as is the case in the world."
"I don't understand. After all, I'm just a little kid."
Altaia had a very human expression of helplessness on her furry face. She looked at her claws, letting the sharp claw blades pop out of the flesh pads.
She whispered:
" Master Bolvar didn't let us participate in the battle, but I didn't tell him that my friends and I actually went hunting secretly. It was a voice urging us to act, and we could also control the gray wolves in the forest. Staying with them made me feel at ease.
I also sneaked into the house secretly and watched my father and brother sleeping beside their bed.
I'm different from them, right?"
"Yes, but that's not a bad thing."
Diakum sat cross-legged on the ground, dissipating Disguise Brooch's power and allowing her own body to emerge. The half-giant body made Altaia's eyes widen. She had seen it once before, but this time it was so close that she couldn't help but feel scared.
"I am also different from my people, but my people are not afraid of me. They will sing my praises and praise me just because I am bigger than them?"
Diakum pointed at his giant body, winked at Altaia and said:
"Or is it because I used the power they didn't have to do what they couldn't do and protect them in danger?
Brightwood will calm down, but the danger here will not dissipate as soon as Green Skins Orcs leaves. You have also seen those Undeads in action in the forest. They are minions of death and naturally hate the living.
Your father, your brother and the people in the town are destined to fight with them in the future. When they can't defeat Undead, it's time for your claws to appear.
Maybe in the future, people here will also regard you as "the embodiment of hope and courage."
"Eh~ It sounds so hypocritical."
Altaia laughed, and her dim eyes became brighter. Then she waved her paw at Diakum, turned around and jumped onto the branch nimbly, chasing her tribesmen out of the forest.
"Thank you for enlightening that child, Diakum the Saint."
After Altaia left, Gavinrad, who had been hiding not far away, appeared.
It was a little uncomfortable with the glimmer of light emitting from under its mane, but returning to Holy Light made this brave warrior feel happy, and Holy Light's protection of its mind also allowed it to fight against Goldrinn's unbridled rage.
"I have never been so calm after becoming a werewolf."
Gavinrad walked to Diakum and said in a half-kneeling posture:
"You saved me, you brought me back to Holy Light."
"No, Gavinrad General, Lightforging will bring you closer to Holy Light, but it will not force you to step into the light. Lightforged can still choose his own career path freely."
Diakum explained:
"You can still fight as Warrior. I have no intention of getting involved, but being Lightforging by me means that you will leave Stormwind Kingdom's army and join Light Weaver Warband in the future. I hope you can prepare in advance.
Goldrinn said I want to form "Lightforged Fangs".
I do have this plan. The power of werewolves cannot be ignored, and your terrifying hunting talents will make you the most powerful demon slayers in the star sea, but I will recruit you only after you have solved human troubles with your own hands."
"Thank you for your kindness."
Gavinrad breathed a sigh of relief. After it got up, Diakum said:
"After the Kaldorei elf sends Moon Goddess's Scythe, you, the "bald-toothed wolf", will be in charge of it."
"What is that?"
The first Lightforging werewolf said in confusion:
"Sounds like some kind of artifact?"
"Yes, that was the sacred medium used by Goldrinn when he gave his anger to the first batch of Scytheclaw Druid. It was also the source of the birth of werewolves in Azeroth, which has the ability to summon and control werewolves.
But because Priestess of the Moon participated in its casting, the balanced divine power of Ms. Elune can also be reflected in it."
Dick explained:
"If we want to return werewolves to humanity and shed their wolf bodies and become human beings, Moon Goddess's Scythe's participation is indispensable, and Mind Soothe's potion is just one part of it.
Therefore, you still need to maintain this state until the war is over.
But you must guide your Warriors, Gavinrads.
The power of werewolves is really dangerous in a sense. I didn't tell that child just now. Once the anger in your heart breaks through a certain limit, once your animal nature completely overwhelms your humanity, you will always remain in the wolf Human Form.
This thing is essentially Life Force's wild blessing to individuals. It is not a curse, so it cannot be removed with dispersing magic. You can only rely on yourself to suppress the beating "Wolf Heart".
Alas, Life Force's blessings are like this, generally quite wild."
"That's it."
Gavinrad nodded. It was the first time that it had such a deep understanding of the mystery of werewolves. It said thoughtfully:
"I saw Bolvar personally execute several werewolves who were so crazy that they couldn't tell the difference between friend and foe. I thought... the root cause is here?"
"So, go find Moon God Priest in Stormwind."
Diakum picked up the golden sword beside him, waved his hand and said:
"Ms. Elune's priests are very good at Mind Soothe. They will be your most trustworthy helpers. They also told Bolvar for me that Goldrinn does not allow me to bring it back to Holy Light, but it may be able to ask Ms. Elune for help.
Let it be bold without fear of offending White Wolf God.
Although Goldrinn hates Elune, it also knows very well that the power of White Lady is the One way to solve the problem of werewolves going crazy.
And Goldrinn is a very "strange" guy. He may have some kind of quirks and he doesn't like "good kids". Bolvar needs to be a little rebellious occasionally to make Goldrinn favor it more."
"Well, your suggestion came very timely."
Gavinrad wrote these down and then bowed and left.
The gloomy Roland's Grave fell silent. Just as Diakum was about to purify the two swords in his hands, Anzu's incarnation of a crow flapped its wings and landed again. It said to Dick in a very puzzled tone:
"Hey, why do I feel that "Ms. Elune" is a bit strange?"
"Huh? Are you being targeted too?"
Vigilant looked at Anzu in surprise. The old bird waved his wings in embarrassment and said:
"Not really, but Ms. Elune gave me a necklace. On a moonlit night, I saw a beautiful necklace falling from the moonlight and hanging on my neck. But combined with what happened between him and Goldrinn, I shouldn't be."
"Well, don't worry, your appearance is a bit low, so you won't encounter the same trouble as Goldrinn."
Diakum comforted him in a heart-wrenching way:
"Ms. Elune's "pampering" is also different from the thoughts in your dirty and dirty mind. You can regard White Lady as a "severe collector". She will only be interested in the most beautiful Wild God.
That necklace means that Ms. Elune has noticed you, and giving you the token means "you will hang out with her in the future." This way, when you meet other Wild God or Loa God, you won't start a fight as soon as they meet. It is more of a camp badge.
After all, you are also a demigod in the realm of life and one of his dependents.
Don't worry.
Unless you also grow white hair overnight, the picky Moon Goddess won't have any strange ideas about you."
"Oh, I feel relieved when you say that. I am a very loyal Crow God! And forget it, just be ugly. It is better than being frequently harassed like Goldrinn."
Old Anzu breathed a sigh of relief but said something a little bitterly. It glanced at the golden sword in Diakum's hand and said:
"According to your instructions, I sent Chen Stormstout back to the town on the back of the big turtle "Shen-zin Su" as huge as the mountain. There were all Pandaren as furry as him.
They warmly invited me to have a drink and built me a beautiful bird's nest at Wandering Isle, but I'm curious, why did you contact them in advance?
Pandaren is independent of the world and prefers to live their own peaceful life. They are unwilling and unlikely to participate in the changes in the world."
"You don't understand this. I don't want to tell you the answer now. If there is something big in the future, I will rely on Pandaren of Wandering Isle for help. Go and help me protect the law."
The Holy Light in Diakum's hand was covered with a golden sword, and he said:
"I want to talk to the 'owner' of this magic blade for a moment."
"Huh?"
Old Anzu widened his eyes and exclaimed:
"You want to make peace with the Burning Legion? No, you Vigilant, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually."
"Greater Demon, who forged this pair of combat knives, is my "old friend". How come this contact sounds so unpleasant to you?"
Dick scolded:
"Go and help me protect the law."
After saying that, when Anzu flew away with a croak, Vigilant integrated his spirit into the magic blade along with the purification of Holy Light. When his spirit came into contact with the power of Greater Demon left in this "Plunder Blade of Fate and Fortune", in the fierce conflict, he felt a scolding:
"Who is disturbing my creation?"
"It's me, Diakum Zastinss."
He closed his eyes and said:
"Long time no see, Talgas sir, are you busy now? Can you take the time to chat with your old friend?"
The other side fell silent.
Nearly half a minute later, a unique spiritual pull came from the golden magic blade.
That should be some kind of strange magic. You can use this magic blade as a node to make Diakum's will appear in front of the owner of the magic blade in the form of projection.
This is a dangerous invitation.
Because the ritual is under the control of the other party, once the other party forcibly interrupts the projection ritual, Diakum will lose part of his mental power and suffer backlash.
But facing this invitation, Vigilant integrated his spirit into it without hesitation. In the strange scene of the light changing and elongating, when Diakum opened his eyes again, his spiritual power appeared in the form of astral projection on another planet in the vast sea of stars.
A planet is burning under the attack of the Burning Legion!
He looked around, and there were twelve legendary Aman'Thul and big Warlock who were collectively casting spells to maintain this ritual. "The Stalker" Talgas had really spent a lot of money to meet his "old friend".
Those Aman'ari Warlocks all wore Burning Legion masks, but Diakum could clearly feel that when he looked at them, these guys lowered their heads to avoid his gaze, not knowing whether it was because of guilt or fear.
Or, both?
"Stop bullying your poor compatriots, Dick. The great things you have done among the stars have made your fallen tribesmen fear you to death. Poor Lord Balador is in Every howling and begging for mercy in Sea of Darkness is enough to scare the Man'ari who have done something wrong, fearing that one day they will encounter the Judgment of Light Butcher.
Even me.
I also feel trembling and uneasy because of this, but what can I do?
The work must continue."
Standing in front of Diakum's projection is Talgas, who has not been seen for more than 20,000 years. The appearance of this Greater Demon is completely different from the Assassin Court leader in Diakum's memory.
Fel's blessing did not make it grow wings, but it made its body extremely large and strong, and its shoulders also grew ferocious bone spurs like knives.
A set of thick magic steel War Armor covered its body, and the ferocious evil soul war helmet did not reveal a trace of its face, only a pair of dark green burning eyes, looking directly at the burning alien plain in front of it.
As Diakum approached, he saw what was being bombarded by the evil fire fired by the demon starship. Under the cracked plain, a ferocious Old God was fighting back in vain.
That guy's devouring level is very low, not even comparable to C'Thun.
The world it is rooted in is also quite small, almost the same as Draenor.
Its void roots have not yet touched World Heart, but it has no chance of swallowing the world.
The devil discovered it and used destructive means to "purify" it and the world where it lived.
Of course, this purification method is a bit rough. Diakum stood on the edge of the dilapidated tower and lowered his head to see the "aboriginals" who were being burned to death by the demons.
For a group of soft-bodied creatures like beetles to grow like this means that they have been affected by Old God.
"This world is very young, and it may have great potential to usher in the erosion of the void, or it may just be due to bad luck and unexpected misfortune when the Void Lords sow the seeds of corrosion."
Talgas put his hands behind his back and explained to Diakum:
"When the inspectors under Master Kil'jaeden discovered the situation here, I set out immediately and led the fleet here. It only took five hours to capture Old God from hiding, and executed him with Fel's sky fire.
This is what I have been doing for more than 20,000 years, Dick, and this is also the mission that Lord Kil'jaeden has been fulfilling."
The Stalker stopped.
It no longer looked at the dead Young Old God, looked back at the projection of Diakum, and asked:
"You don't seem disappointed after learning that Lord Kil'jaeden was not forced but took the initiative to take on the mission of Fel? Don't you think this is a kind of "fall"?"
"It's just walking on the path of the Force like you, and it's no different from me walking in light and shadow."
Diakum said casually:
"Whether you are righteous or not has nothing to do with me. After all, I am separated from you by a sea of stars. Although I have anger, I cannot express it on your heads. But I know that you are not such a superficial person, Talgas sir.
You will not use this ridiculous method to try to seek some kind of sad "whitewash" between me and Commander Kil'jaeden. Both he and I know that the outcome will inevitably be the spilling of hot blood in our hometown.
To be honest, I am contacting you this time just to get some information from you about the Burning Legion's plan to invade Azeroth.
I'm here to gather information.
As for this world that is being destroyed by demons."
Vigilant licked his lips, and under Talgas's shocked gaze, he gave a very fair evaluation.
Diakum stared at the Young Old God in front of him who was being burned into void meat by the evil fire, and said softly:
"It looks delicious."