Ordinary worgen were difficult to deal with. These humanoid aberrations possessed strength fully equal to that of orcs, along with human agility and regenerative abilities as excellent as those of druids. Most terrifying of all were the nearly perfect canine combat instincts etched into their bones and the unending fury flowing through their blood.
This was not a race that should have appeared in the mortal world. Legends about worgen existed throughout Azeroth, but until worgen truly appeared in Gilneas, only the history of the mysterious Night Elves contained genuine records of these creatures.
They truly existed, and had existed more than nine thousand years ago. Back then, before the Worgen Disaster could spread completely, Archdruid Malfurion had joined forces with the Cenarion Circle to seal them in the deepest reaches of the Emerald Dream. Yet nearly ten thousand years later, the short-lived races, who never knew reverence, had torn the seal open again. This was terrible.
But ordinary worgen were not impossible to deal with. In fact, their muddled minds thought like beasts. Two or three veterans with decent martial skills could work together to set a trap and kill a worgen outright, but that applied only to ordinary worgen.
Once they truly reached the level of greater worgen... that was no longer a problem soldiers could solve. During the Satyr War in Kalimdor more than nine thousand years ago, Ralaar Fangfire, Azeroth's first worgen, had led his hunters to crush even a frontal demon assault. They possessed nearly invincible strength and agility, extraordinary regeneration that could last until their souls burned through their final moments, senses keener than those of the strongest hunters, and even innate magic!
Worse still, they could perfectly suppress the madness and wildness in their blood. They were practically perfect flesh creatures, and for