61 Goldrinn and Lycantos Transform into Wolves-Bonus Chapter for Brother "Huo Zhengtinghao" [35]

"Ahem"

The ruins of World Tree Temple were lifted out of the rocks.

As Illidan coughed, Star Hunter crawled out from the ground in a very embarrassed manner, then stretched out his hand to pull Malfurion up, and finally Nightsworn.

They were too close to Nordrassil. Although the destructive energy was resisted, it still pushed them into the turbulent underground. Fortunately, Nightsworn did not lose control, and the round of Cold Moon was still shrouded.

But what the three of them saw when they crawled out was a bustling battlefield. The people who had just joined hands to fight against the enemy were already drawing swords and slashing at the place where Great Demon Lord died.

Especially the fierce battle between Goldrinn and Lycantos.

The giant wolves bit and killed each other, causing black and white blood-stained hair to fly in all directions, and the sound shook the surrounding areas and shook the ground.

"What the hell is going on?"

Malfurion was supported by his younger brother and looked at the increasingly bloody fight ahead. As Archdruid, he could not stand this and thought that the two sides might stop and talk.

Goldrinn is Wild God, and Lycantos is now Loa. Both parties have status in the natural field. What grudges cannot be discussed?

You two were one before!

Isn't this just pointless infighting?

"Stop getting involved."

Illidan pulled his brother back. Although the blind man couldn't see, his thoughts were clear. He whispered:

"Wild God will not die if Eternal Spirit exists, and the entity of Loa God is not necessary. The two have become independent individuals. There is no life or death here today. The fact that they have assembled such a terrifying hunting group shows their profound contradictions.

The wolf pack may need a clear alpha wolf, but outsiders should not get involved.

What's more, we are in such a mess now that we have no ability to stop them. Tyrande needs to rest, let's escort her to a safe place first."

"But"

Malfurion still couldn't convince himself to watch Goldrinn continue this life and death battle, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by Nightsworn.

Tyrande took Malfurion's hand and pulled him away. She said:

"Ms. Elune can't restrain Goldrinn's wildness, so why do you get involved? The silver moon has already fallen, and Ms. Elune is watching here.

Let's go.

World Tree collapsed, the people lost Eternal Life, and demons were causing chaos everywhere.

We have so much to do next."

Illidan picked up the broken Warglaives of Azzinoth from behind. The weapon that had been hunting with him for thousands of years was very badly broken, but he still put away all the pieces, only to find that a few pieces seemed to be missing.

How many pieces did someone pick up?

Illidan ignored these details. He took one last "look" at the fierce battle between the wolves and chased his brother and Tyrande away from here.

As for Star Hunter, he has also dealt with Lycantos's wolves during his ten thousand years of hunting. The ones summoned in such a large-scale battle are all the most ferocious demonic wolves, and the aura of Fel on those guys is very obvious.

Illidan guessed that Lycantos probably had the idea of consuming these magic wolves in today's death battle here.

Black Wolf has already entered Loa's Way of Life and Death. The less contaminated Fel is, the better. Goldrinn specially called Scytheclaw Pack over there, but he did not have the same idea.

Therefore, this is not just a fierce battle between two hunting groups, but also a "self-purification" of two hunting groups.

The two ferocious and cunning giant wolf gods obviously have a plan. It's better for outsiders not to interfere casually. Didn't you notice that the Holy Light Followers who like to meddle most have already left early?

With Vigilant's acting style, and now with Star Soul Lord's mandate, if this fierce battle really harms Azeroth's interests, he and the mysterious mage Aegwynn will definitely come forward to stop it.

And in this battle that has gone crazy, who can intervene at will?

Other forces such as Highmountain Tauren, Furbolg and Quilboar have already retreated under the command of the wise Jarod Shadowsong. They have suffered heavy casualties and are in urgent need of rest. If these crazy wolf cubs want to fight, let them kill them. This is their internal conflict and does not require Anti-Demon Crusade to stop it.

What's more, Lycantos and Black Wolf are both demon wolves, which are also a type of demon!

Goldrinn This can be regarded as resisting the devil. The more those bastards who are surrounded by the smell of sulfur die, the better!

As a result, the place where World Tree once stood soon became a feast for wolves.

Claws against claws, fangs against fangs, both sides are hunters driven by rage. At this time, there is no way to retreat after following their respective alpha wolves here.

The loser is destined to be eaten up and wiped clean by the winner.

Every second, giant wolves, black or white, fall down. Their bodies fall in the hunting ground and are then trampled by their companions or enemies who rush up to them, causing the blood and bones to fall into the rolling soil, as if life returns to the world for nourishment after death.

This highland is destined to be very fertile in the future, because it has absorbed too much nutrients in the survival of the fittest in life.

Black Wolf has a large hunting group, but the white wolf has a unique wolf group called Sickle Claw. At this moment, quantity and quality are rivals.

However, the slaughter and fighting of the wolves cannot affect the outcome of the war. The outcome is determined only by the two wolf gods, who are almost identical except for their color.

Goldrinn falls into the disadvantage.

It had fought Polluter in the dream before, and had its leg bones broken. Today's fight with the devil also left it weak, but Black Wolf was waiting for work. After an even match at the beginning, the battle began to tilt towards Lycantos's side.

It is Loa God, a supernatural spirit born based on faith. The more people know about it and the more people believe in it, the more powerful it becomes.

In the past ten thousand years, Lycantos's hunting herds have spread all over the star sea. Although most of the worlds it went to have been emptied by Annihilation, Black Wolf God had planned to leave some worlds that it was very satisfied with. In Draenor, I encountered Diakum, the Holy Light Walker who could burn Dragon Soul, and Black Wolf God's plan finally reached the final step.

It does not only have two civilization dependents, War Horde and Gnoll, but it has been hiding its strength, just like the icebergs floating on the sea, so that Goldrinn can only see the part of it that emerges from the water.

It worked.

Goldrinn misjudged its strength and was caught off guard by its own sudden explosion.

Oops, no wonder those strong men from civilized ethnic groups like to play the game of "pretending to be a pig and eating Tiger". This routine is so fun, isn't it?

"Ouch"

The ferocious claws were entangled in the black fishy wind and rushed forward, knocking Goldrinn to the ground.

Black Wolf's huge mouth bit at the white wolf's neck to complete the fatal chokehold, but Goldrinn's four claws kicked wildly, leaving wounds on Black Wolf's waist and abdomen with the sharp claws.

The beasts don't have that many tricks to fight. Except for some individual Wild Gods, the group Goldrinn belongs to doesn't like to use more "smart" fighting methods. Life Force has given them fangs and claws and they should be used properly. Lycantos and these Loa Gods really like to play tricks.

But today's Black Wolf abandoned those evil ways and charged like a wild beast.

Under the deserted silver moon, it seemed to be trying to prove something.

Its death choke was broken free, and a large piece of flesh and blood was torn off Goldrinn's neck. The beautiful silver mane was covered with blood. Lycantos's waist and abdomen were dripping with blood, but Black Wolf stared at Goldrinn and chewed the torn flesh and blood into his mouth while moving his mouth.

It's not hungry.

This is just provocation.

Goldrinn was not provoked. When it was still a wolf cub, it was attacked by a ferocious black panther on the ancient Azeroth continent. Its parents and hunting pack all died in the massacre.

Goldrinn was lucky enough to escape death. Since then, it has transformed into what it is today in a lonely battle.

Aloof, cunning, fierce, cold and wild.

It is almost the most perfect Wild God. It has won the favor of Ms. Freya with its strength. With the help of the teachings of Titan Keepers, it has entered the field of Wild God. Before that, the silver moon in the sky had already noticed it.

It is the deadliest hunter and knows how to control its own rhythm in battle. What's more, what I am facing now is Lycantos, my own dark side. It is as powerful as myself, or even more powerful than myself.

While I was traveling in Azeroth for ten thousand years, Lycantos was fighting every day in the sea of stars.

It is no longer its own weak shadow. Black Wolf's fangs are already sharp enough. It returns to this world just to knock down the main body and declare its "rebirth" with this victory.

"Look at how weak you are!"

Lycantos pounced forward, sweeping his claws to force Goldrinn back. Black Wolf God scolded in the collision of spirits:

"You have changed, you are timid! Even the courage to fight to the death is fading. Where is the white wolf that once dominated the world? Or is it that your "master" watching makes you want to show a trace of obedience?"

"Roar!"

As expected of the dark side, one sentence hit Goldrinn's taboo, causing its silver mane to explode.

Being forced back, both feet exerted force and hit Black Wolf's waist. The two giant beasts rolled out at the same time. Goldrinn got up faster this time, opened its mouth and bit Black Wolf's head.

Although he was kicked out in the next moment, Goldrinn also tore off Lycantos's fur when he landed.

Just like the opponent's provocation just now, Goldrinn also chewed the black flesh into his mouth.

It is quite hungry.

Food is urgently needed to replenish physical energy after successive battles.

"Yes, that's it!"

Black Wolf God was also aroused,

It ignored the pain of a bloody head and rushed forward to bite and fight, seeming to have completely given up on defense, like a mad dog trading lives for lives.

The fight between the two giant beasts caused the moonlight in the sky to change. It seemed that Elune, who was watching, couldn't bear to see the giant beasts dying in the internal fight between each other.

The moonlight seemed to be persuading.

Just like every silver moon in the past, the moonlight is persuading Goldrinn to tame the wildness and animal nature in his heart, and truly move towards the nobility of life, instead of being satisfied with being a beast.

But the gentler the moon is, the more violent Goldrinn's reaction will be.

Its red eyes seemed to be ignited with flames, its ferocity was out of control, and its counterattacks became more and more crazy.

It is getting hungrier and hungrier, and the Black Wolf in front of it smells so sweet.

"Bang"

The black wolf claws hit Goldrinn's head like a heavy hammer, pressing the white wolf into the soil, and then the ferocious sharp teeth bit its neck.

The kill was almost fatal.

Goldrinn could clearly hear its neck making a clicking sound, and Lycantos's teeth penetrated its throat.

"Remember how I appeared? Goldrinn."

Black Wolf God prolongs the process of leading to death. It moves its sharp teeth to make Goldrinn suffer more pain, like some kind of execution, some kind of punishment.

"It wasn't Sarkir that tore me out of your heart, White Wolf, it was your own soul that was split! Your animal nature keeps you furious and makes you wild, but you have been in contact with the moonlight for too long, and she has been persuading you to tame the madness of the beast and move towards the nobility that she thinks she is!

Your will is shaken.

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Maybe you are too lonely, Goldrinn.

You wanted to blend in under the silver moon, so in a certain sleep, I was born.

I'm not your dark side, idiot.

I am you!

When you fall into the weakness of indecision, a more cruel you is born in that nightmare."

Lycantos sarcastically said:

"Do you still remember the battle between you and me on the night I was born? You drove me into the darkness, and you thought I was a monster, so Sarkir took me in, poured Fel into me and gave me strength.

However, you and I both know very well that even without that Greater Demon, I will grow like you and be as strong as you."

Black Wolf God raised his head and threw Goldrinn, whose neck was mostly bitten off. The silver wolf landed miserably and rolled several times on the ground before hitting the edge of the silver moon.

It was lying there, with blood flowing, and its eyes looked to the sky as if only the moonlight was left.

"Sarkir and Cenarius both want to tame me, just like Elune is trying to tame you, weak Goldrinn, the wavering in your heart has not dissipated to this day."

The bloody Black Wolf God walked towards its prey. It licked its teeth, tasting the blood of Goldrinn, and said:

"They failed. I am still me. I did not obey anyone. I spent ten thousand years planning, growing, and breaking free, and finally I came to you.

We are facing the same problem and I gave my answer.

Now it's your turn.

Tell me, do you have a master? Goldrinn."

The white wolf gasped.

Its throat was broken, and it could only make weird sounds, as if it only had its last breath left. The moonlight in its eyes became gentler, and it seemed that as long as you called, He could help you turn defeat into victory.

Yes.

As long as you do what He said, tame the wildness and rage in your heart, throw away the habits that helped you get to this point, and become a "noble" life in His eyes, just like Malorne.

Lycantos's accusation is correct, he has indeed been wavering.

Especially nine thousand years ago, when he helped Kaldorei resist Satyr and gave his power to the elves, which directly triggered the birth of Scytheclaw Druid, he became more conservative and timid.

He became more and more withdrawn, wandering in the dense forests of the mountains, destroying all the shrines, and unwilling to let others get close to him.

Because I made a mistake.

Because Elune told itself that it had made a mistake.

But was the birth of Scytheclaw Druid and the birth of the werewolf really a mistake?

Can it be called "noble" only if you abandon your wild nature, work according to the rules, smooth out all the edges and corners, and transform into a good baby in the eyes of Moon Goddess?

Life is free.

Shouldn't it be up to the individual himself to decide how and where life should go?

The moonlight above my head is like a shackle, putting the chain called "civilization" on myself and restraining myself with another set of views on good and evil.

But I don't want to.

There is no reason, I don't like it, so I don't want to.

Rather than staying at the shrines of Druids like other Wild Gods, I prefer to walk alone in hunting grounds around the world, without the burden of reputation, the constraints of faith, and not so much forgiveness and mercy.

Goldrinn's eyes moved and looked at Lycantos.

The world in its eyes has become blood-red, just like when it was a child hiding in a wolf den and witnessing the desolate night when the hunting pack was slaughtered by the black panther.

What did you do in the end?

Hiding in the forest, he learned to lurk and be patient through countless pains, quietly advancing in every shadow, seizing every targeted prey, and finally looking for his enemy when he was strong enough.

It was very simple at that time, and very chic at that time.

If you think about it carefully, I fought against the devil in War of the Ancients not because of the elf's prayers, but because the devil stepped into his hunting ground.

Why think about it so much?

The beast should be pure, the anger should be released, the ferocity should be wild, revenge must be taken, and the enemy must be defeated.

Die?

Death is just the end of the beast and a part of its life. Every time the beast hunts, it passes death. That is just its daily life.

It is precisely with death that life has meaning.

Lycantos, which has the upper hand, is waiting for its answer.

So, it gave the answer.

A certain kind of instinct activation that has not been used for a long time, and has even been almost forgotten.

Under Lycantos's delighted gaze, Goldrinn twitched and jumped up. There was no longer any emotion in those bloody eyes, only madness, hunger and desire were left.

Black Wolf God is very familiar with such power.

It saw that Diakum had used such power. It was the power of survival given by wild life, and it also originated from Life Force's deepest desire.

That is the desire to survive, not for victory, but for survival.

Goldrinn made a choice.

It activated Ancient Frenzy, completely rejected the discipline of Elune, refused to tame its wildness and ferocity, refused to be a "noble life" in the eyes of others, refused to be Elune's little white dog, and refused to wear the collar that must be beautiful.

It just wants to be a wolf that keeps hunting, keeps killing, and keeps moving forward.

It chooses to be proud of being a beast, this is what it is!

"Then let us become each other's food, but remember, when you become weak again, I will appear again, in every nightmare of yours.

Let Elune and her moonlight die!

We are wolves!

The wolf that never surrenders and never changes."

Lycantos retreated, and at the moment Goldrinn pounced forward, Black Wolf God's eyes were also filled with the same blood, and black and white were fighting and colliding.

They no longer fight for victory, but regard each other as food.

The moonlight lamented with regret.

Another admonishment failed, this time it was very close to success, but these wild beings still chose to follow their path, never being able to follow the guidance of the moonlight like the elves.

But that doesn't matter.

The same moon shines on all things every night in every world. Once life is born, it should keep moving forward, and the moonlight will guide their way forward.

One day, the savagery will lose its ferocity; one day, the lone wolf will become noble.

Goldrinn.

See you next night.