Sylvanas wasn't a big fan of Gilneth in every sense of the word------ whether it was the damp and dark environment, the laid-back character of the Gilneth people, or their dark and eerie architecture. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In fact, Sylvanas doesn't seem to like anything but the rebuilt Stratholme and Quel'Thalas, and Benny discovers for the first time that Sylvanas seems to be a family lover.

"Bang bang!" Sylvanas, who was sorting through the space packs, glanced at Benny, and the knock on the door sounded something unusual.

"It's fine." Benny lip-synched, and Gilneth had no one to threaten him and Sylvanas.

A few steps forward to open the door, it was the innkeeper Skoll, his face was a little panicked, and he frequently turned to look at the window of the aisle.

"Guest, please close the doors and windows, and don't go out."

"Hey~" Benny grabbed the boss who turned around and went downstairs. "What the hell is going on?" Benny pulled out two silver coins and shoved them into Skoll's hand. "We always have to know what the danger is, and the unknown is the scariest thing, isn't it?"

Skoll struggled and hesitated for a moment.

"It's ----- beast, I don't know what they look like, but they've killed a lot of people, and the hunters around here have gathered, and Gilneth has sent an army to encircle them."

"Thanks, I'm not going out." Benny let go of the innkeeper's hand and watched him stagger downstairs, where Benny and Sylvanas were the only ones staying at the hotel.

"Do you want me to take a look?" Sylvanas looked out the window, there were flakes of torches and oil lamps everywhere, and civilians with muskets were surrounded by hounds, seemingly searching for something.

"No, it looks like ------" Benny looked out the window, and he couldn't see anything but the torches and the oil lamps. "It should be a werewolf."

"Werewolves?" Sylvanas never seemed to have heard of this race.

"In the early days of the Plague of the Dead, in order to fend off the Scourge Legion in the Silverpine Forest, Jean Greymane asked an archmage named Arugao to summon a kind of monster that he hoped would rely on to block the Scourge Legion's attack, this monster was half-human, half-wolf, bloody and cruel, and was a natural warrior, and they did help Gilneth stop those Scourge monsters, but ------" Benny pointed out the window. "Looks like these monsters are out of control."

"They're otherworldly creatures?" If it were a creature of Azeroth, the existence of werewolves would soon be known to the whole world.

"Judging from the picture that the Holy Light showed me, it seems to have come from the Emerald Dream." Benny scratched his chin. "Do you remember when I said that a band of Night Elves crossed the Greymane Wall?"

Sylvanas nodded.

"They're probably here for the werewolves." Benny sat back in his chair and said. "Werewolves have a curse, people who are bitten or scratched by them will also become werewolves, and after becoming werewolves, they will lose everything as a human being, memory, and even humanity, they are like pure beasts, even if their relatives stand in front of them, they will be killed mercilessly, this curse cannot be expelled------ at least the holy light can't, those night elves who pass through the wall of Greymanne should be druids, they found werewolves that only appear in the Emerald Dream, so they investigated all the way here."

"Werewolves----- druids------" Sylvanas pondered for a moment. "Is there any connection between the two?"

"There should be, and the connection is quite deep, but it's just my guess, the druids have the ability to transform into animals, this ability comes from the animal spirits of the wilderness, or the blessing of those animal demigods, wolves also have their demigods------ Godring, during the ancient demon war, Godring fought side by side with the night elves against the Burning Legion, I guess, it is very likely that the druids at that time tried to study how to transform into the form of wolves, and received Godring's blessing, they may have succeeded, But they can't tame the wildness from the depths of their instincts, so they turn into werewolves who are not humans, beasts, or beasts, and as for where the curse on their bodies comes from, it may be caused by the wild power of Lydrin. ”

No matter what time it is, those who try to control the uncontrollable power will not end well, the nature of the wolf is cruel and easy to kill, Godlin is a demigod, and he has what we call human nature, so he can suppress those who have a nature that conflicts with the morality of the mortal world, and the druid's practice is very cautious, even the bear spirit or the leopard spirit will sometimes let them be controlled by the wild nature, let alone the wolf with a wilder nature.

"There was a fight." Sylvanas twitched the tip of her ear and looked out the window. "In the forest, there are screams, human beings, and animal footsteps----- should we go and see them?"

"Disguise it." Benny pulled out the necklace Khadgar had made, shook it, and with a burst of blue glow, he turned into a strong man shrouded in a cloak.

"I don't need to." Sylvanas opened the window and jumped off with Benny in his arms.

Watching Sylvanas disappear into thin air, Benny walked towards the place where there was light and shadow in the forest.

"It's there!!" Roars and gunshots were heard in the forest, and the hounds barked wildly and scurried around the forest.

"Overhead!" Sylvanas' scimitar slashed over Benny's head, and the illusion wrapped around him was nearly cut by the blade, sparks sparked, and a dark shadow leaped from Benny's head, crouching in front of Sylvanas and purring like a beast.

The golden glow flickered, and two golden ropes came out of the earth and trapped the black shadow's feet, the ropes quickly wound up, and the black shadow struggled to wave its claws continuously, and finally fell to the ground with its whole body bound.

Werewolf, half-human, half-wolf, pure wolf face kept letting out a menacing growl, his fanged beak dripping from time to time, and he wore a tattered black shorts on his lower body, which showed that he should have been a Gilneth before he turned into a monster, only now, he had lost his humanity, and his eyes were full of cursed wildness.

"More than one." Sylvanas pulled out a short bow and raised her head to aim at the treetops, many shadows leaping among the trees, she took a soft breath, and before the two arrows could whistle into the body of one of them.

"Bang!" Another werewolf fell on a fallen leaf, with two arrows hanging from his feet, struggling to get to his feet.

"Go help those people." Werewolves are quite numerous, and in the forest, they are far from being able to deal with some hunters and ordinary soldiers.