Next to Woodland in Feralas, a pack of wolves roared. This scene was much grander than the scene Velinde created in Silverpine Forest at that time. The timid people did not even dare to look at those who were already in the Ring of Law More and more Black-maned Wolf are gathering around. Maybe they should be lucky that it is not night yet. If night falls, what they will see will be a large area of green eyes. That scene will definitely scare the timid guy to the point of peeing.
But not everyone is blown away.
"Something's wrong!"
Jorach stopped his subordinates from dispersing the wolves. He squinted his eyes and looked over from the relatively high viewing platform. A clear "line" appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged Rogue. Not even a single wolf crossed that line. Like an army, they all stopped outside the line.
"The army has a commander, and so do these wolves. Don't provoke them!"
As soon as Jorach finished speaking, a low roar sounded, like a whimper, or like a wolf who had just fallen asleep. But after this low howl, the roars of the wolves that resounded through the sky seemed to be cut off directly, and they all stopped. The sky of Dire Maul Gladiatorial Arena instantly changed from unbearable noise to equally unbearable silence.
Everyone's eyes were either frightened or curious, and they all looked at the commotion of the wolves. In front of Grand Arena, the black wolves seemed to be cut open by a knife, separated by a line, and a streak of snow-white walked slowly. Wherever it went, all the wolves, whether they were strong or cubs, lowered their heads respectfully and lay on the ground with their paws.
That's kneeling!
The wolf bows down!
Next to Jorach, the owner of Shadow Hold, who used the dark Illusion as his representative, saw that white streak of snow, and the dark Illusion dissipated in vain. This action shocked Jorach and Plugger.
The apparent ruler of Shadow Hold is Orcs Shadow Lord Feldan, but at their level, they naturally understand who the real master is, Dreadlord There are many labels on Banehollow, whether it is treacherous or timid, but it cannot be denied that this guy has been able to survive until now in Azeroth, and his ability to save his life is definitely superb.
Seeing Banehollow disappear without even saying hello, heavy pressure began to fill the air, especially when the white wolf, which was larger than the other black wolves, walked to the front of the pack and was glanced at by those green eyes. Jorach and Plugger immediately led everyone down the viewing platform.
There is very little news about Goldrinn, but as the boss of the Assassin's Alliance, Jorach will not know about Goldrinn Resurrection's news, and in the sweep just now, he had confirmed the identity of the white wolf. Tyrande hurriedly brought Moon Goddess Priestess from the other direction, while Velinde supported Dick and slowly walked out of Gladiatorial Arena from the other side.
In this situation, who dares to openly stand in front of Demigod? Is it life-threatening?
That is the existence above Demigod, Epic Hero. Whether it is the power Rank or the meaning it represents, it can no longer be measured in words.
After weighing for a moment, Jorach took a deep breath and strolled into the team of Dick. Every Gladiator competition is a gathering of many parties, but there will always be a host. This time it is Jorach. There are some things that he is unwilling to come forward, but now this kind of thing is no longer up to him.
What's more, that's Demigod!
Jorach met Agamaggan in secret more than once, and also received a lot of benefits from the lazy and mysterious wild boar Demigod, but Goldrinn is different. Whether it is aggressiveness or mystery, Agamaggan and Goldrinn are far behind. Jorach's idea is very simple. Don't seek merit, but seek no faults.
That is a beast, and it is difficult for beasts to exchange interests, and Jorach does not think that he has anything in his hands that would interest a guy like Goldrinn.
"Praise to you, Goldrinn of the wilderness!"
Tyrande stepped forward in Moonlight, reached out and touched Goldrinn's shoulder, and then took a step back.
It is said that Elune and Goldrinn have a bad relationship, and even lowered the Cursed, causing the wolves to become crazy and irrational during the full moon. But both Dick and Elune know that this is pure nonsense. The wolves are crazy just because they can't control their rage. What's more, for real experts, it is not a rumor that Azeroth has two moons. Although one of them will not be discovered by Mortal, when the second full moon rises, wolves are not the only ones who will go crazy.
Goldrinn is Wild God. In fact, it has nothing to do with Elune, but it will still show enough courtesy to Tyrande, just because there is a being behind Tyrande that it has to look up to.
However, Moon Priestess was just going through the motions. With nearly ten thousand people watching, she took a step back gracefully, exposing Dick and Velinde behind her. Dick didn't feel much at all. Because this is the meeting between him and Goldrinn's "comrade-in-arms". This Demigod fought side by side with him twice in Mount Hyjal and Silithus. Although the two sides did not have much contact, at least the incense was still there.
Paladin leaned over slightly solemnly, and then moved to the other side as well, but Velinde, whose body was Sese trembling while caressing him, was stopped by the Claws stretched out by the white wolf.
Velinde looked at the white wolf claws that appeared in front of her in surprise. She couldn't help but look back at the white wolf, one of the strongest creatures in the legend Azeroth. It looked at her with no expression in its eyes, only a cold light that had never surged, but this was probably the only expression.
Dick took a deep breath and placed his palms on the shoulders of the frightened Velinde. He knew why the girl was worried, but Scythe of Elune could no longer change owners, and Velinde was transformed by Scythe of Elune himself. Worgen, Goldrinn and Resurrection were nearly ten years ahead of schedule. When Dick met the dying Velinde in Duskwood, it was destined that she must meet Goldrinn.
There is an inseparable connection between Worgen and Wolf God, which is why she has the ability to summon wolves, and that is why she can sense the news of Goldrinn's arrival.
"Goldrinn His Majesty won't hurt you!"
Dick's voice came from behind Velinde. The feeling of hot air on her neck made Velinde's earlobes feel a little warm, but this embarrassment made her nervousness dissipate a little. Her left hand held Dick's arm tightly, and her right hand lightly touched Goldrinn's Claws.
At this moment, in the somewhat surprised eyes of the people around, Velinde, who was originally wearing a Night Elf traditional long skirt, turned into Worgen with a gray mane and a cute white mane on her face almost in the blink of an eye. Different from other Worgen, her ears stood on top of her head and there was a tail behind her.
Scythe of Elune appeared in Velinde's hand. She slowly half-knelt in front of Goldrinn. Wolf God's Claws gently tapped Velinde's forehead, like some kind of mysterious blessing Ritual.
"Ouch!"
Half a minute later, Goldrinn's tail lightly swept on the ground, and a low-pitched wolf howl sounded. This wolf howl almost shook the hearts of everyone who was frightened. The next moment, the dark wolf pack around Grand Arena stood up and left. There was only the sound of swishing walking in the entire sky. During this process, almost no one dared to make too much noise, for fear of irritating the wolves to return.
Even the fearless Vrykul sat there and ate his food. Gavincente was not an idiot. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't beat Demigod Goldrinn. In this case, silence was the best result.
Goldrinn ignored those guys after Dick. It strolled towards Gladiatorial Arena. In the process, its size became bigger and bigger. After entering Gladiatorial Arena Behind the center, the body occupied almost a third of Gladiatorial Arena, and then under everyone Sese's trembling gaze, it lay comfortably in the corner of Gladiatorial Arena and narrowed its eyes slightly.
Jorach had no idea what this meant, until Velinde of wolf Humanoid Form recovered Night Elf's body, her eyes swept over Jorach, and she whispered,
"Goldrinn His Majesty is here to watch the battle of the bravest Gladiator. It wants to choose its Chosen. Let the battle continue!"
Rogue Lord was stunned for a moment, then nodded. After learning that Demigod was only interested in the last fight, most of the audience became quiet, and some even looked proud. Although these guys didn't understand what Goldrinn was here for, it was a rare opportunity to enjoy a fight with Wild God.
"I'm leaving."
Velinde walked to Dick, lowering his head and not knowing what he was thinking, "Goldrinn His Majesty asked me to go to Gilneas and continue my mission there."
Hearing this, Dick raised his eyebrows. What could happen to the distant Gilneas that made Goldrinn personally take action? It was nothing more than Spread asking Gilneas is just "Worgen Plague" across the country. It seems that Goldrinn hopes that Velinde will reorganize the group Worgen was born because of it.
When Dick got up, he suddenly remembered that Velinde was really the first Worgen to be completely awake in the world. Is it really because of Scythe of Elune?
But now is not the time. Paladin sighed softly. The relationship between him and Velinde was the purest. He once thought so, but when he actually heard the news that Worgen Girl, who didn't talk much and had a low sense of presence, was leaving, he was still quite uneasy.
"Don't worry, Starsong, our hearts are connected. As long as you want me to know, I will know."
Dick reached out and stroked Velinde's Gray hair. Since becoming Worgen, her hair has become like this, which is exactly the same as her Worgen hair. This intimate action made Velinde's body tremble slightly, and then she heard Dick,
"Come, accompany me through this fight. I guess Goldrinn His Majesty's Chosen happened between those two guys, right?"
Velinde raised her head, and for some reason, a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. The next moment, her voice sounded directly in Dick's heart,
"No, Goldrinn His Majesty has only one purpose here. It wants to recognize whether that Chosen is what it wants. It is enough to have happened with Lairal once. Goldrinn His Majesty will not allow a second Lairal to appear."
Paladin stopped for a moment, and he turned to look at the white Dire Wolf lying on the edge of Gladiatorial Arena. When the guy stood up, almost no one doubted that it could even swallow this in one bite. Of all the lives in Gladiatorial Arena, Jarod, who once again lived in seclusion, once told Dick in an exchange that Goldrinn is the most unruly and dangerous of all Demigod.
Compared to other Demigod, who is more or less partial to Civilized World, Goldrinn has almost no concern for these things. In other words, without the entry of a third-party opponent, even if Dick and Goldrinn meet, the two may not necessarily become friends.
It is a wolf, a very pure wolf! And wolves don't need friends!
From this point of view, Velinde's "approval" has only one meaning.
"If he becomes the second Lairal, Goldrinn His Majesty will kill him with his own hands. It will not allow its power to fall on a poor Power Master. That is a shame!"
Velinde's voice was very calm, as if all this had nothing to do with him, but Dick looked back at her,
"My little Worgen, what about you? Have you got its approval?"
Velinde·Starsong, who was carrying the increasingly bright Scythe of Elune, glanced at Dick, with a faint smile on his cold face.
"What do you think?"8)()