At the edge of the dense forest of Firas, the wolves roared, this scene was much more magnificent than the scene that Verinde had made in the silver pine forest at that time, and the faint of heart did not even dare to look at the black-maned wolves that had gathered more and more around the arena, perhaps they should be glad that it was not night, and if night fell, they would see a large field of green eyes, and that scene would definitely make the timid guys pee. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But not everyone was intimidated.

"Something is wrong!"

Joraci stopped his subordinates from dispersing the wolves, his eyes narrowed, and from the relatively high viewing platform, a clear "line" appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged assassin, and that line, not a single wolf crossed over, they were like armies, and they all stopped outside the line.

"Armies have commanders, and so do these wolves... Don't provoke them!"

As soon as Jorazzi's words fell, a low roar sounded, like a whimper, like a dream that had just fallen asleep, but after this low wolf howl, the roar of the wolves that resounded through the sky seemed to be cut off, and the sky of the Hammer of Doom gladiatorial arena instantly changed from an unbearable noise to an equally unbearable silence.

Everyone's eyes were frightened or curious, they all looked at the wolves that were in a little commotion, and in front of the Colosseum, the black wolves seemed to have been cut by a knife, separated by a line, and walked slowly and leisurely with a touch of snow white, and all the wolves everywhere it went, whether they were sturdy or cubs, bowed their heads respectfully, and lay on the ground with their paws.

That's a bowdown!

The wolf's bow!

Beside Jorazi, the owner of the Shadow Fortress, who represented himself with the illusion of darkness, dissipated in vain when he saw the whiteness, an action that shocked Chorazie and Prager.

The ruler of the Shadow Castle on the bright side is the orc Shadow Lord Feldan, but at their level, they naturally understand who the real master is, and the fear demon king Bainholler has a lot of labels, whether it is treacherous or cowardly, but it cannot be denied that this guy can survive in Azeroth until now, and his ability to save his life is absolutely superb.

Seeing that Bainholler disappeared without even saying hello, the heavy pressure began to diffuse, especially when the white wolf, which was a circle larger than the other black wolves, walked in front of the wolves, and was glanced at by those green eyes, Choraci and Prager immediately walked down the viewing platform with everyone.

There was very little news of Godring, but as the boss of the Assassin League, Joraci would not be unaware of the news of Godring's resurrection, and in the sweep just now, he had already confirmed the identity of the white wolf, Tyrande hurriedly came from the other direction with the Priest of the Moon, and Verinde helped Dick and slowly walked out of the gladiatorial arena from the other side.

In such a scene, who would dare to openly stand on top of the demigods and speak?

It was a demigod, an existence above the epic hero, whether it was the rank of power or the meaning it represented, it could no longer be measured in words.

After weighing for a moment, Choraci took a deep breath and strolled into the team on Dick's side, every gladiator tournament is a multi-party gathering, but there will be a host, this time it is Joraci, there are some things, he is reluctant to come forward, but at the moment, this kind of thing, he can't help it.

What's more, that's a demigod!

Joras had secretly met Agamagan more than once, and had also received a lot of benefits from the lazy and mysterious wild boar demigod, but Godring was different, whether it was aggressiveness or mystery, Agamagan and Godring were more than a step behind, and Jorazi's idea was very simple, not to seek merit, but to seek no fault.

It was a beast, and it was difficult for a beast to exchange benefits, and Joraci didn't think he would have anything in his hands that would be of interest to a guy like Godring.

"Praise be to you, Godring of the wilderness!"

Tyrande stepped forward in the moonlight, reached out and touched Godring's shoulder, then took a step back, and legend has it that Elune and Godring had a bad relationship, and even sent a curse that made the wolves go crazy and irrational at the full moon. But both Dick and Elune knew that this was pure nonsense, and that the wolves were only crazy because they couldn't control their fury.

What's more, it is not a rumor for a true polymath that Azeroth has two moons, and although one of them will not be discovered by mortals, it is not only wolves that will go crazy when the second full moon rises.

Godring is a demigod of the wilderness, and it doesn't really have anything to do with Elune, but it still shows enough respect for Tyrande, only because there is a presence behind Tyrande that it has to look up to.

However, the Sacrifice of the Moon was just a formality, in front of nearly 10,000 spectators, she took a step back very decently, revealing Dick and Verinde behind her, Dick didn't feel much, because this was his "comrade-in-arms" meeting with Godling, this demigod fought side by side with him twice in Mount Hyjal and Silishus, although the two sides did not have much contact, but at least the incense was still there.

The paladin leaned over slightly solemnly, and then moved to the other side as well, but Verinde, who was caressing him and trembling, was stopped by the white wolf's outstretched claws.

Verinde looked at the white wolf paw in front of her in surprise, and she couldn't help but glance back at the white wolf, one of the strongest creatures in Azeroth, it looked at her, there was no expression in its eyes, only a cold light that never surged, but it was probably the only expression.

Dick took a deep breath and put his palm on the shoulder of the somewhat panicked Verinde, he knew why the girl was worried, but the Luna Scythe could not change hands, and Verinde was a werewolf transformed from the Luna Scythe himself, Godlin was resurrected nearly ten years earlier, and when Dick met the dying Verinde in the Twilight Forest, she was destined to meet Godling.

Werewolves and wolf gods, there is an inseparable connection between them, so she will have the ability to gather wolves, so she will perceive the news of Godring's arrival.

"His Majesty Godlin won't hurt you!"

Dick's voice came from behind Verinde, and the feeling of the hot air spraying on her neck made Verinde's earlobes heat up a little, but the embarrassment dissipated her nervousness a little, and her left hand gripped Dick's arm tightly, and her right hand lightly touched Godring's claws.

At this moment, in the somewhat surprised eyes of the people around her, Verinde, who was originally wearing a traditional night elf dress, turned into a werewolf with a gray mane and a cute white mane on her face almost in the blink of an eye, unlike other werewolves, her ears were on top of her head, and there was a tail behind her.

The luna scythe appeared in Verinde's hand, and she slowly half-knelt in front of Godring, and the wolf god's claws lightly touched Verinde's forehead, like some mysterious blessing ritual.

"Whew!"

Half a minute later, Godring's tail swept lightly across the ground, and an equally low wolf howl sounded, which resounded almost in the hearts of everyone who was terrified, and the next moment, the black wolves around the entire Colosseum got up and left, and there was only the sound of walking in the whole sky, and in the process, almost no one dared to make too much noise, for fear of stimulating the return of those wolves.

Even the fearless Viku sat there eating in a proper manner, and Calvincent was not an idiot, he could not fight the demigod Godling, and in this case, silence was the best outcome.

Goldring ignored the fellows after Dick, and strolled towards the Colosseum, growing in size in the process, and after entering the center of the Colosseum, its body occupied almost a third of the Colosseum, and then, as everyone shivered, it lay comfortably in the corner of the Colosseum, narrowing its eyes slightly.

Jorazi didn't know what this meant until Verinde, in werewolf form, regained the body of the Night Elf, her eyes swept over Jorazi, and she whispered,

"Your Majesty Godring wants to watch the bravest gladiator fight here, and he will choose his followers and let the gladiatorial fight continue!"

The Assassin Duke paused for a moment, then nodded, after learning that the demigods were only interested in the final gladiatorial fight, most of the audience fell silent, and some even looked honorable, although these guys didn't know what Godlin was here for, but it was a rare conversation to be able to enjoy a gladiatorial fight with a wilderness demigod.

"I'm leaving. ”

Verinde walked over to Dick, her head bowed, not knowing what she was thinking, "His Majesty Godlin has asked me to go to Gilneth to continue my mission there. ”

Hearing this, Dick raised his eyebrows, what could Goelin do in the distant Gilneth to let Godlin go out in person, it was nothing more than the "werewolf infection" that was spreading to the whole country of Gilness, it seemed that Godlin wanted Velind to reorganize the werewolf group that was born because of it.

Speaking of which, Dick also suddenly remembered, thinking that Verinde was really the first fully awake werewolf in the world, was it really because of the scythe of the moon god?

But now is not the time to say this, the paladin sighed softly, the relationship between him and Verinde is the purest, he used to think so, but when he really heard the news that the werewolf girl who didn't talk much and had a low sense of existence was leaving, he was still a little uneasy in his heart.

"Don't worry, Xingge, our hearts are connected, whatever you want me to know, I will know. ”

Dick reached out and stroked Verinde's gray hair, which had become like this since she became a werewolf, exactly the same as her werewolf hair, and this intimate action made Verinde's body tremble slightly, and then she heard Dick say,

"Come, accompany me through this gladiatorial fight, I guess His Majesty Godling's family was born between those two guys, right?"

Verinde raised her head, and for some reason, a smile rolled over the corners of her mouth, and the next moment, her voice sounded directly inside Dick,

"No, His Majesty Godlin is here for only one purpose, it wants to recognize whether that dependant is what it wants, it is enough to have one thing in Lailar, His Majesty Godlin will not allow the second Lailar to appear. ”

The paladin's footsteps stopped, and he turned his head to look at the giant white wolf lying on the edge of the gladiatorial arena, and when the creature stood up, there was almost no doubt that it could even devour all the life in the gladiatorial arena in one bite, and the reclusive Garrod had told Dick in an exchange that Godring was the most rebellious and dangerous of all the demigods.

In contrast to other demigods, who were more or less civilized, Godring cared little about these things, in other words, in the absence of a third-party opponent, even if Dick and Godlin met, they would not necessarily be friends.

It's a wolf, a pure wolf! And a wolf doesn't need friends!

From this point of view, there is only one meaning of "recognition" by Verinde.

"If he is going to be the second Lelar, His Majesty Godlin will kill him with his own hands, it won't allow its power to fall on a poor creature who is dominated by power, it's a shame!"

Verinde's voice was calm, as if it had nothing to do with her, but Dick looked back at her,

"What about you, my little werewolf?

Verinde Starge, who was carrying the increasingly brilliant Luna Scythe, glanced at Dick, and a not-so-obvious smile appeared on his cold face.

"Guess?"