Ordinary werewolves are difficult to deal with, this humanoid form has no weaker strength than orcs, and at the same time takes into account the agility of humans, as well as the excellent recovery ability of the druids, and the most terrifying thing is the almost perfect combat instinct of canines engraved in their bones, and the endless fury flowing in their blood.

This is not a race that should be present in the present world, and in various regions of Azeroth, there are actually myths and legends about werewolves, but until Gilneth actually appeared as werewolves, only the history of the mysterious Night Elves recorded the true information about this creature.

They are real, they existed more than nine thousand years ago, and that time before the werewolf plague completely spread, they were sealed to the deepest part of the Emerald Dream by the power of the Grand Druid Malfurion and the Cenarion Council, but the short-lived species, who never knew awe, tore the seal open again after nearly 10,000 years, which is too bad.

But ordinary werewolves are not impossible to deal with, in fact, their chaotic brains think like beasts, as long as two or three veterans with acceptable martial arts join forces, they can set a trap and kill the werewolf completely, but it is limited to ordinary werewolves.

Once you really reach the level of a high-level werewolf... That's not a problem that soldiers can solve, in the Sartre War that happened in Kalimdor more than 9,000 years ago, Lyral Toothfire, the first werewolf of Azeroth, with his own hunters, even defeated the demon's attack head-on, they have almost invincible strength and agility, they have the resilience to the sky that can hold out until the last moment of soul burning, their perception is stronger than that of the strongest hunters, and they can even use natural magic!

What's even worse is that they can perfectly suppress the madness and wildness in their blood, they are simply perfect flesh and blood creatures, and in front of the high-level werewolves who have entered a state of rage, tearing a few demons by hand is really similar to playing.

But time is merciless, except for Lyral Toothfire, the other high-level werewolves have already died in the long seal, only this head wolf whose body and soul have been twisted survived, and now, he is trying to kill another high-level werewolf of Azeroth in the most brutal way, the wolf girl Verinde, who was transformed by the luna scythe.

"Struggle, it's a bit of fun. ”

Lylar dragged Verinde's neck and dragged it with one hand towards the river beyond the forest, any creature that stood in his way, whether it was a blood fang or a moon wrath, would be torn apart under his shadow-like claws, and after the party had fully unleashed its power, this werewolf in blood-red robes had become unstoppable, at least in the current Gilneis, there were only a few people who could stop him.

No one can help Verinde, when the bloodtooth werewolf divided a third to attack Gilneth City before, Liadline rushed to support with a moon wrath werewolf, at this time it is estimated that there is still a fierce battle above the city gate, here can only rely on Verinde herself, Lelar's claws are grabbed on the neck of the little wolf girl, just ten minutes, the lack of breath has made Verinde's eyes have black spots, her claws continue to sweep on Lelar's body, every blow can leave a deep scar on this wolf's body, but it is useless!

He didn't care at all.

"Being drowned is the most painful!"

Lylar's voice was cold, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him or Verinde, "You and I are Godling's chosen people, as long as you stand on the earth, you can get its blessings, the blade can't kill you, the flames can only make you feel pain, but only the most lethal water can rush into your body and clog your throat, oh... By the way, suffocation, I'm talking about suffocation, it's painful..."

"Woo!"

The little wolf girl's paws clawed at the ground, she knew that what Lelar said was true, even if she hadn't been thrown into the water yet, but just being choked by the throat made her feel uncomfortable, mortal creatures need air to breathe, even high-level werewolves are no exception, the whole of Azeroth is not ready to enter the void, and there is no organ that creature can evolve to replace the respiratory system.

I'm going to die, well, I'm going to die!

A trace of irrepressible fear flashed in the little wolf girl's slightly dilated eyes, that was in the face of death, even if she had great strength, when facing the final death, she would not necessarily be much stronger than a farmer, and more importantly, the first few times in the moment of serious injury and death, the feeling of using the soul connection to encourage her not to give up, that voice, had disappeared several days ago.

Dick went to another world, so far away that even his followers could hardly perceive his presence.

Dick didn't know, neither did Liadline and Verinde, neither did Tao Ya, neither did Sylvana... The bond between him and these connected souls means something to them, like an arm that you have since birth, and when you wave it, you can feel it, but when you lose it, when it is cut off, you lose something that you already have.

That feeling of being lost, that feeling of being missing something, that... It makes people feel the feeling of fear irrepressibly.

Perhaps in normal times, this loss would not have had an effect on these powerful creatures, but at this time, now, in this situation where life could be lost at any time, in this innate fear of death in all life, this effect is infinitely magnified.

"Di... g..."

Verind felt a chill on her forehead, followed by the smell of blood drowning into her eyes, ears, and nostrils.

She subconsciously closed her mouth to stop the flow of water into her body, but the next moment, when she breathed habitually, the water choked from her nostrils into her throat caused her already weak struggle to explode again.

"Hmm, hmm, let go... Let go!"

Sharp claws grazed Lylar's arm, cutting a whole piece of flesh to pieces, but the wolf didn't care, he didn't even bother with his eyes, he pressed her head into the water in the face of Verinde, and through the undulating water, he could see Verinde's eyes, which sparkled with fear, pain, panic, helplessness, everything that made him feel happy.

"Yes, that's it! Struggle, cry, that's it!"

There was not even a single intact piece of skin left on his left arm, but there was not the slightest pain on his face, on the contrary, he was enjoying the pleasure of the torment! There was a hint of distorted pleasure in the narrowed gray eyes!

Out-and-out madman!

The double anger of the 10,000-year seal from Malfurion and Godling's re-choice of spokesperson was burning his sanity, this meaningless world was cold in his eyes, those damned elves had forgotten everything that Lelar had done for them, and in order to protect that "homeland", he even gave up his elegant appearance and twisted himself into this monster!

Lyral's gaze stayed on the water, and in the ripples caused by Verinde's violent struggle, he could see what he was now, it was gray mane and twisted face, the madness and cruelty in his eyes that could not be concealed, it was a monster!

So he needs revenge! He wants them to remember their betrayal and the consequences of that betrayal!

He's not easy to mess with!

He can tear apart those weak demons, and naturally he can tear apart those elves, tearing apart their stupid seals and their foolish minds!

Yes, that's it... Gilneth is just the beginning!

This world will have the land of blood fangs to move freely, and they will be in the sun, a world with their own existence!

"Ah, the wonderful world!"

Lelar let out a nervous sigh, he refocused his attention on Verinde's face, which was already struggling with weaker and weaker strength, he saw the stupidity of her opening her mouth in the water, trying to breathe, he saw the blood oozing from her nostrils, he saw the weaker and weaker breath of life in her open eyes, he saw a fresh life about to pass away, he saw the mane on her face dissipate rapidly, and he felt the weakness on the claws that kept attacking his body.

"Look! can't the great wolf girl even maintain her werewolf form?

Lelar chuckled lowly, his voice hoarse and distorted, and he watched as Verinde, who was held in his hands, quickly transformed into her Night Elf form, saw the delicate face, saw the facial lines on her face and the meniscus on her forehead.

Lyral had once obeyed that sign, fighting for the survival of the Night Elves and the world, but now, the emblem could only stir up the deepest pain in his heart, the pain of abandonment, betrayal.

"Ah! You and your world, you and your moon god, how pitiful! They can't save you! Your faith can't save you!"

Lylar roared angrily, his anger was not only directed towards Verinde, but also at the anger of something deeper, anger at this cold world, but soon, this anger faded, and he saw the pair of purple woman's fingers on his arm, Verinde had completely faded into his werewolf form.

The last breath of air in her lungs was squeezed out, her mind was blurred, her hands were weak, and she had even lost control of her body.

Drowning, completely losing the last breath in the icy water, letting the current squeeze her lungs, squeezing the last breath of air and life out of her body, this is always the most painful punishment, her fingers are spasming, beating, finally, smashing weakly on the ground, those beautiful eyes completely lose the last trace of brilliance, her hair is scattered, scattered in this nameless river, with that painful face, like the saddest painting.

"Hehe, pathetic life... How fragile. ”

Lylar let go of the hand that was strangling Verinde's neck, his fingers running over the cold face of the wolf girl, like a madman philosopher, and there was even a hint of compassion on his face, which made people creepy.

"I can't even control my own fate... How, how pathetic..."

"Sleep in the water, little girl, away from this cold and disgusting world, and sleep in your dreams. ”

With a slight wave of his hand, Willinde's lifeless body was paddled into the water, slowly sinking to the bottom, and the arms that had lost all their strength swayed in the water, as if trying to grab the last wisp of life, but... The flame of life has been extinguished in her eyes.

Lelar stood by the river with his arms outstretched, his blood-red robes, the crazy symbol that no one could recognize, like the wings of death, and like a priest praying at the end of his life, his eyes on the corpse that had fallen into the river, at the girl with whom he had no grudge, at the last presence of Godling's messenger.

"You lose, because in the body of a wolf, you are still mortal..."

"And I'm a wolf! I'm your fear in your sleep, I'm a hunter in the wilderness, I'm a nightmare in the dark, I've long since faded away from all mortals... I'm a wolf!

Cold, blood-smelling wind whistled through Lyral's hair, blowing his gray mane and carrying his voice to every part of the forest.

"I will take your fallen crown and forge my scepter with your soul and your death, and I will take it!"

"I'm going to be a real wolf... I will hunt everything with my wolves. ”

"I will tear everything to pieces, I will bury everything. ”

"Go, poor loser... Bring the news of my arrival to Godring... I'm coming!"

"Ask it for me, is it ready for death?"