Wrath

White waves surged, the ocean currents following their trajectory towards the center of the sea. The Goblins airship flew overhead through the Maelstrom, rapidly heading towards the Eastern Kingdoms. Zul'ra stood on the airship, withdrawing her gaze from Velinde and her companions; now was not the time to cause trouble. ✌♖ ✌🐟

"Master." A voice came from behind. Zul'ra turned her head and looked at the Goblins standing beside her. The Goblins was just his appearance. This was Banehollow, the Dreadlords beside her. Because the Dreadlords's appearance was too terrifying, he usually disguised himself as a mortal, sometimes as Trolls, sometimes as Orcs, so as not to attract attention.

"What's wrong?" Zul'ra asked, looking at the person disguised as Banehollow.

"That woman, the scythe in her hand is a divine weapon." Banehollow leaned to the side, bypassing Zul'ra to look at the sleeping Velinde, his eyes fixed on the scythe in her arms.

"You want it?" Zul'ra leaned down slightly, staring intently at Banehollow.

"I want to." Banehollow snapped out of his daze, looked down at the Trolls towering above him, and instinctively took two steps back.

"What do you want to do here?" Zul'ra asked without blinking, reaching out to grasp the hilt of the longsword that always hung at her waist.

"I want to use this scythe to corrupt you." Banehollow swallowed hard and honestly stated his thoughts.

"Tell me what happened." Zul'ra looked down at Banehollow and raised an eyebrow.

"That scythe is extremely violent, and that woman was also affected by this power. Her companions were even more corrupted and cursed by this power. I want you to develop a desire for and possess this scythe, and then gradually erode you, making you lose your mind and become my puppet."

"Plan works perfectly!" Zul'ra sneered, releasing the longsword from her waist and grabbing the green, pointed-eared creature resembling Goblins the Banehollow.

"I am Nathrezim, it is in my nature to plot." Banehollow dared not fight back, letting Zul'ra grab his pointed ears.

"So, do you have any schemes up your sleeve?" Zul'ra looked at the Goblins Banehollow, who seemed to be enduring humiliation, and raised her right eyebrow slightly with amusement.

"Yes, by not resisting your insults, you become complacent, gradually becoming arrogant and relaxed."

"Anything else?"

"What I just said has a chance to make you cautious, to make you like a madman who is constantly worried about being assassinated." Banehollow became increasingly agitated as he spoke, his green face contorted into a ferocious expression, as if a small mouse was scurrying about beneath his skin. His green skin faded to a pale white, and his figure seemed to grow taller.

"Take back your demonic form." Zul'ra's face hardened as she watched the Dreadlords's face contort as he tried to revert to his original form.

Banehollow was so angry that he was almost turning back into his original form, quickly closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and the paleness on his body gradually returned to green. His figure stabilized again, and he maintained his Goblins appearance, standing there with his head bowed and eyes lowered.

"Follow me!" Zul'ra looked at Banehollow, who had maintained his original form, released her hand from the sword hilt, and then walked away. Banehollow could only follow her, still in his Goblins form.

Velinde was controlled by the scythe, and Zul'ra was at a loss for what to do. Even if he had a solution, he wouldn't dare to act. The airship was currently in the sky, and if those Worgen went berserk and damaged the airship, everyone would perish at sea.

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Although it was inconvenient to take action, fortunately, Velinde's condition was not too bad, and her companions were also very stable, not making a fuss. The airship successfully crossed the Great Sea, and on the afternoon of the third day, the airship landed in Faldir's Cove, where Velinde woke up at the right time.

"Velinde, can we talk?" Zul'ra immediately found Velinde and her companions, the Worgen who retained the appearance of Night Elves, after landing.

"Of course." Velinde had slept most of the time on the airship, but seemed much better when they landed, and she continued to trust Zul'ra.

"You believe that a weapon has developed its own consciousness?" Zul'ra asked, looking at the men beside Velinde.

"How is this possible?" Velinde's eyebrows twitched slightly, somewhat incredulous. How could a weapon possibly have its own consciousness?

"Of course, you might not believe me when I say this, but this consciousness cannot be judged by our hierarchical standards. It may just be an emotion, a state of mind, bestowed upon it by others, born out of expectation," Zul'ra described in his work.

"What do you want to say to me?" Velinde looked at Zul'ra, somewhat puzzled.

"Well, never mind, we might still have a way to go together." Zul'ra looked at Velinde, who couldn't understand, and wasn't sure about the situation either. Velinde was affected by the scythe in her hand. If she knew this news, what kind of impact would it have on her? She wasn't afraid of fighting back, but she was most afraid that Verind would harm herself.

"Really! Gilneas is..." Velinde looked up. She didn't know the location of Gilneas. She was just guided here by a strange feeling. But when she actually set foot on this continent, her heart was filled with confusion.

"What am I doing here?" Velinde looked at Zul'ra with a confused expression, her mind becoming dazed again. What was she doing here? She shouldn't have reported the scythe incident to Tyrande Whisperwind. Had she even told her about it?

"Didn't you say you were going to Gilneas to find Worgen?" Zul'ra looked at Velinde's dazed expression, unsure of what to do.

"Oh, Gilneas, Worgen, yes, find Worgen." Velinde's eyes cleared. Right, she wanted to go to Gilneas to find Worgen. She had summoned Worgen and cleared Felwood, but something went wrong. The Worgen were no longer responding to her calls. She needed to go to Gilneas, where the same thing was happening, to ask someone for advice.

"By the way, Velinde, you once said that you looked up some information in the library of Teldrassil. Could you tell me what those materials contained?" Zul'ra tilted his head. He couldn't find any information about Worgen in his limited memory, which left him in such a passive position. He didn't know how to deal with Velinde. In short, it wouldn't be right to forcibly take the scythe from her, and he didn't know if it would improve her mental state.

"I forgot." Velinde stared wide-eyed and shook her head. Her memory was in disarray, and she couldn't recall anything she had found in the library.

"Unfortunately, I think it would be better if we set off first! Gilneas is to our northwest, and we can travel together for a while." Zul'ra pointed out the location to the dazed Velinde and brought up the idea of traveling together again.

"That's great, thank you for your help, Zul'ra." Velinde was delighted when Zul'ra suggested going together, as this would save her a lot of time.