On the beach on a rainy night, the atmosphere froze at this moment, Duncan could see that the green eyes of Grimson on the other side were becoming more and more dangerous, and he could also see Gibbs slowly put his left hand on the handle of the gun on his waist, he swallowed his saliva and clenched the waist knife in his hand, but just before the two sides were about to open, a swift silver shadow jumped into the middle of the two sides, accompanied by a roar, after transforming into a werewolf, the whole Grimson, who was 3 meters tall, flew out in a whirlwind, and the warm blood even splashed on Duncan's face.

It was a silver-maned werewolf, and after beating Grimson, he quickly transformed into a human form, becoming a middle-aged man in a robe, and even looked bookish, like a clerk or something.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Gibbs, Grimson's brain isn't very good, but there's no doubt about his loyalty to Miss Velinder, forget his offense, and we'll pay a third of the serum as an apology!"

"Hehe, of course... We are merchants, we don't care about these offenses, with the testimony of the friendship of Lord Senxia and Lady Verinde, I forgive the rude Grimson, but next time, I would prefer to trade directly with you, the mighty Wolf King, Nandus!"

Gibbs smiled and removed his hand from the handle of the gun, then reached out and took out a small black velvet bag from the pocket of the leather trench coat, put it in his hand and turned it upside down, and finally threw it to the middle-aged man opposite,

"The old rule, fifteen storage rings, ten for food, and the other five for weapons and supplies, you check it out, and you can trade it without any problem. ”

The calm werewolf named Nandus shook his hand and put it in his pocket, then took out a small wooden box from the other side, reached out and handed it to Gibbs, and said in a deep voice,

"You're in luck, old man, Madam has made progress in her research on the curse last week, this time the serum success rate is higher, and a third of the apology is also inside, in exchange, my friend, next time I come, I don't need food, all for weapons and supplies!"

"Huh, you're going to war with the Bloodfangs?"

Gibbs's eyes lit up, and he handed the wooden box to Phil Laren, asking more interestedly, a smile flashed on Nandus's face, "Of course, Lelar thinks it can control us forever, but this is delusional! Under the guidance of the lady, we will definitely restore order in the whole of Gilneis! Completely drive out Lailar and his beasts!"

"When the war is over, I will definitely invite you to drink, my old friend!"

"Hehe, actually, if it weren't for that annoying biting reef, my fleet would be willing to help you seize freedom!"

Gibbs touched his chin, then gave Nandus a friendly hug, and finally, he asked softly, "What about the Gilnes royal family, what are you going to do with them?"

Faced with this question, Nandus smiled and said leisurely and indifferently,

"The lady has brought us freedom, the royal family has given us nothing but shame and failure... Gilneth doesn't need the royal family anymore!

Fifteen minutes later, Duncan returned to his cabin, and instead of lying back in the hammock, he sat in the corner, staring blankly at the glass bottle the size of a little finger in his hand, and a tiny metal syringe at hand, which contained a suffocating green liquid, and of course he couldn't forget Gibbs's meaningful words when they parted just now,

"Use it, Duncan, and if you're lucky, you'll be your own. ”

The young man's mind was confused, and he didn't know what to do, until Phil Laren's words jumped into his head,

"Do you want to be a stupid and incompetent pirate, or do you want to be truly valuable?"

"Whew..."

Duncan clenched the serum in his hand, he took one last look at the sleeping sailors in the cabin, turned to leave, and two minutes later, on the deck of the Queen of the Northland, the cold rain slapped Duncan's face, and the young sailor poured a whole bottle of rum, and finally stabbed the syringe into his arm.

"Catherine, if you're still alive... Please bless me... If you live, I will go to you, and if you die, I will avenge you! I swear!

"Ahh

"Whew!!"

At the same time, in Gibbs's luxurious, warm cabin, Phil Laren and his gang were sitting on the side, sipping wine and tasting food, and the old brothers were telling jokes and laughing.

Duncan's roar mixed with the sound of the cabin in the rainy night, Gibbston raised his glass and exclaimed,

"Look, another young man has joined us! Mr. Senxia will be happy to hear this! I wish him a good time on that damn planet, oh, Marton... I don't want to remember that damn place for the rest of my life. ”

"We don't have to be liars anymore! You know, boss, it's boring to lie to all those shreds, it's boring, it doesn't make any sense!"

Holding a leg of mutton, Phil Laren grumbled, "The Shattrath exiles at the Tavern of the End of the World have been getting more and more arrogant lately, and they have even tried to rob our harbor in Theramore, a bunch of savage fools, who have no idea what kind of forces they are fighting against!"

"No hurry, no hurry!"

Gibbs smiled and looked into the dark and gloomy distance, and finally sighed, "Hey, speaking of which, Gilneth is a better recruiting base than Theramore, but unfortunately, it will take some time for Lady Verinder to win, otherwise those crazy blood-toothed werewolves are a group of really good cannon fodder." ”

"I'm curious, Boss, who is that Lady Vilinde, and how did Boss Senxia meet her?"

Lauren, a half-drunk sailor, asked in a daze, "Could it be Boss Senxia's lover?"

"Bang!"

Before Lauren could finish his sentence, a gray paw sticking out from behind grabbed him by the neck and threw him to the ground, causing the boatswain to break his head and bleed, and at the same time he was completely awake from his drunken state, and he saw the muzzle of a large-caliber mahogany musket decorated with gold trim and a short bayonet, and even the spiral pattern and loaded bullet in it.

And after the muzzle, Gibbs's face was indifferent to the extreme, of course, it was now covered with gray manes, which was no different from the werewolf state of Grimson and Nandus just now, and even stronger.

Gibbs, too, is a werewolf... Or, rather, this guy also received that serum, but his appearance was not damaged in the transformation, and he still looked so luxurious.

"Lauren... You've just asked a question you shouldn't have asked! You've said something you shouldn't have said, and it seems that you've lost your reverence for the taboo you have set against me... If you don't know how to revere secrets, there's no need to exist, right?"

The others also stood up one by one, looking at Gibbs in silence, as if waiting for his final verdict, Lauren was even more frightened and couldn't even say a word, he should actually be glad that it was Gibbs who was standing in front of him and not Senxia himself, otherwise, in the face of this kind of nonsense that is very likely to cause big trouble, the reaction of the cautious Dark Lord has always been to kill the wrong one.

"Click"

Gibbs withdrew his musket, and the gray mane on his face slowly dispersed at this moment, "The banquet is over, Lauren, you have a new mission, take our Duncan to Gilneth, and bring back 2,000 hopeless blood-toothed werewolf criminals or madmen, you know the consequences!"

"I know... I know, I'm willing to be punished!"

"Very well! I hope this lesson will teach you, don't ask about secrets you shouldn't know!

At the same time, on this deep, rainy night, in the northernmost Black Forest of Gilneth, the secluded manor nestled deep in the forest was still lit up, and on this stormy night on the sea, the forest also became silent and dangerous in the rain.

The danger does not come from the beasts of the forest, but from the humanoid hunters who loom in the forest.

Werewolves! There are at least 500 elite werewolves around this manor, they defend the manor in the center of the forest in a very tight formation, obviously, these werewolves themselves still retain their sanity, and it is even more obvious that this manor that once belonged to the Greymane family is inhabited by some important people.

Because it is the manor of the royal family, it covers a large area, which is also divided into several areas, in addition to the werewolf scouts roaming the periphery, inside this manor, there is also a werewolf berserker who is ready to go out, they are always ready to give everything for their leader, even their lives.

And in the innermost villa-like room, the best charcoal is lit in the fireplace, and from time to time it makes a crackling sound, and the warm temperature seeps into the hall, making the place also warm and pleasant on a cold rainy night.

The decoration of the hall is not the same as that of other human countries on the mainland, there is no extravagant gold and silver ornaments, on the contrary, most of the decorations here are beautiful silk fabrics and quaint ivory products full of historical charm, and above the fireplace, there are two shotguns fixed on the wall, handmade by the dwarven masters, which have sharp bayonets and red ribbons under the guns, adding a different kind of majesty to this hall.

In the center of the hall was a large white carpet, on which two huge dire wolves, one black and one white, were lying meekly on the blanket, comfortably leaning against the flames, and had begun to nap.

Liadline still wore orange hair, but this time she was not wearing armor, but only soft and comfortable pajamas, holding a book in her hand, leaning on the delicate sofa, enjoying a rare leisure, and the elf eyes with a very intellectual pair of gold-rimmed eyes, which added a special temperament to her.

Opposite her, Verinde, who had not been seen for a long time, had just finished her routine evening prayer, even though she had been transformed into a werewolf by the luna scythe a few years ago, but her sincerity towards the moon god had not diminished at all, the scythe that emitted green fluorescence was placed by her hand, and the blade flashed sharp light from time to time, but in this country, this murder weapon was regarded as a symbol of hope by countless people.

Vilinde picked up a cup of hot tea from the table, sniffed the fragrance, leaned back on the sofa with a satisfied face, and then stretched, her fluffy tail wagging gently at her legs, so that people could see her good mood at a glance.

"Ah, it's the perfect day for a rainy day like this, it's awesome!"

"Werewolves will be shocked if they see you like this. ”

Liadline closed the book and said with a smile, "The messenger of the wolf god who brought hope is such a devoid of majesty, and I don't know how Godring chose you in the first place, but seriously, Verinde, everyone misses you, and after Dick returns from Marton, come back to Ulduar with me." ”

The elven paladin said that at the end, her expression had become serious, and she lowered her voice,

"And it's a good thing for Gilnes, the country is on the verge of extinction, you know the chaos here better than anyone else, relying on you and your Moonfury Werewolves alone won't save Gilnes, if you really want to save them, you'll have to seek Dick's help, and it's not worth mentioning to him. ”

Verinde tilted her head, the gray wolf ears above her head moved, then narrowed her eyes and grinned a silly grin,

"No, this is my agreement with Dick, I will rely on my own strength to fulfill Godling's instructions, and after this curse is over, I will go back to Ulduar myself, but not yet, Crolley and Nandus are about to go to war with the Bloodtooth Werewolves, no one but me can deal with Lyral Toothfire, and he is also one of my missions. ”

"But what's the point? Verinde, my sister, what if the Moon Fury Werewolf wins? The Werewolf Plague is spreading through Gilneth at a rate you can't control, and it's only been four years, and half of Gilneth has already fallen... There are more than 140 crazy and chaotic werewolves in this country, and the same number of panicked people, it took you a full 3 years to save less than a tenth of them, and even almost lost your life several times for it... Listen to me, Verinde, it's good to have ambition, but it's really beyond your power!"

Liadline was a little angry, it had been almost 1 month since she came to Gilneth until now, but they had talked to each other several times, each time ending with Verinde's mission as a statement, but this time, Liadline was no longer going to let Verinde do such meaningless things in her own way.

But this time, Verinde, who was still rejected and was often nicknamed "Little Wolf Girl" by Dick, rejected Liadrin's proposal with a stubbornness inherent in the immortal species.

"No!

"Dick may be able to easily solve the chaos in Gilnehs, but the country will be ruined by it... They have to solve their own affairs!"

Verinde's left hand twitched lightly on the Luna Scythe, and she looked at Liadlin very seriously, "I hope that one day, they can rely on their own will to control the anger in the werewolf bloodline, instead of relying on me or the Luna Scythe... Leilar is trying to harness everyone with this rage, and I hope they will tell Leilar in person that he is doing something that makes no sense!"

Perhaps to convince Liadline, Verinde tilted her head and thought about it, giving an example,

"Just like when the undead and demons invade Quel'Thalas at the same time, why don't you ask other forces to enter the Eternal Song Forest to help you defend against a powerful foreign enemy?"

Liadline was stopped by this tricky question, and before she could answer, the little wolf girl gave her own answer,

"You have your pride, and Gilneth has its pride... Our help cannot be a reason for them to lose this pride. ”

"Whew..."

Liadline shook her head, she walked over to Verinde, reached out and took her in her arms, patting her cute wolf ears,

"You, you, where did you come from so many crooked reasoning, are you afraid that I will forcibly take you away?"

Verinde leaned comfortably against Leadrin's towering chest, and she rolled her eyes, "If I'm not mistaken, I'm older than you!

"So what? you'll always be a little girl in our eyes, especially after Goldlin gave you the wildness and freedom that a werewolf deserves... Maybe it's a delusion, but I always feel like your symptoms are getting more and more obvious. ”

Liadeline was silent for a few seconds, and finally shook her head,

"Well, I'll give you another 1 and a half months, regardless of the outcome of the war between Bloodfang and Moon Fury... You have to come back to Ulduar with me, Dick is under too much pressure and he gives us as much freedom as we want, but Verinde, we as followers... We can't be so selfish. ”

The little wolf girl was also silent for a few seconds, and finally, she took a deep breath,

"Yes! I promise you!"