(The following setting about werewolves is excerpted from the official website of the League of Legends universe, which is the background story of the revised werewolf, which is completely different from the previous werewolf setting. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info）

Warwick is a monster that hunts the grey alleys of Zaun. His body was subjected to painful experiments and mutated, fusing intricate reservoirs and medicine pumps to inject alchemy-synthesized anger hormones into his veins. He emerges from the shadows to hunt down the criminals who ravage the deepest parts of the city. Warwick is attracted to blood, and the smell of blood makes him lose his mind. No bloodstained man escapes his prey.

One might think that Warwick is nothing more than a beast, but buried beneath his furious exterior lies a human mind—a gangmate who wants to change his mind and become a new man. But no matter where he fled, he could never escape the sins he had committed in the past.

Memories of those days would occasionally flash through Warwick's mind, but eventually they were inevitably forgotten entirely, replaced by burning memories of him on Sinjid's bench. The face of the mad alchemist appeared in front of his eyes, lingering.

Warwick's world was a cloud of pain, he couldn't remember how he had fallen into Sinjid's hands, and all memories of it were blurry before it began. The scientist patiently transformed him, implanting a pump and catheter, and injecting alchemical substances into his veins, seeking the eternal quest of every alchemist: the transformation of essence.

Sinjid wanted to reveal the true nature of his subject, a deadly beast that lurked beneath the surface of a "good guy".

The alchemical substance injected into Warwick's veins by the pump strengthened his ability to heal himself, so that Sinjid could gradually and painfully reshape the man. During the experiment, Warwick's hand was severed, but Sinjid not only took his hand back, but also installed him with a more powerful pneumatic steel claw reinforcement, allowing Warwick to unleash his true potential step by step.

Warwick has an alchemical reservoir installed on his back, which is integrated into his nervous system. Whenever he felt anger, hatred, or fear, the reservoir would push the liquid rage into his veins through the medicine pump, completely awakening the beast in his subconscious.

He was forced to endure everything, to endure every cut of the alchemist's scalpel. Sinjid had already informed his subjects that pain was essential; Pain will be a "powerful catalyst" for his eventual metamorphosis. Although the alchemical substance strengthened Warwick's physical healing ability, allowing him to withstand most physical trauma, his spirit collapsed under the untold pain.

He forgot his name, he forgot his past, and he thought it was good.

The pain soon consumed all other thoughts, and all that remained was blood.

Eventually, Warwick died on Sinjid's bench, and his body was haphazardly dumped in a mass grave deep in the Zaun ditch.

But death proved to be the real catalyst for Warwick's transformation. He lay on the top of the pile of corpses, his body gradually cooled, the alchemical substance began the final process, and the reservoir on his back began to pump medicine.

His body twisted unnaturally, his bones snapped and reconstructed, his teeth grew wildly, his Achilles tendon was torn and then healed with an alchemical glimmer, and his necrotic flesh was replaced by a new force. Eventually, his heart began to beat again, but the Warwick and the life he had lived through were completely gone.

He was awakened by hunger, all sensations brought pain, and only one thing made sense.

He needs blood.

……

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"You're going to clean up the howlers?"

The little punk was a little surprised, looked back into Dick's eyes, and said with a smile: "What, little one, are you interested?" ”

"It's a bit of an interest, but if you keep calling me the little one, I'll let you know that the little one has a lot of energy!"

As he spoke, Dick's right index finger was already clubbed on the wine table, and when he took it away again, a deep depression was clearly printed on the solid wood table.

The little punk looked stunned, smiled again, and said seriously, "Reacquaint, my name is Cole." ”

"Dick."

Cole sat in front of Dick again, this time his attitude was obviously different from before, his right hand knocked on the table, and said: "Dick, your strength has been recognized by me, but I still need to confirm it carefully." Are you sure you're going to join us in hunting howlers in the gray alleys? ”

Seeing Cole's performance like this, Dick let go of the worries in his heart, at least it seems that Cole is quite reliable.

After thinking about it for a while, Dick said, "Tell me about the specific plan of your actions, how many people, how to do it?" ”

Dick's performance also relieved Cole, knowing that sometimes, the opponent is too strong is not the biggest obstacle in the action, and often the mistake due to the stupidity of teammates at the critical moment is the most frustrating thing in the action. It is clear that Dick, who did not make a direct statement, once again gained Cole's approval.

"The main actors are the Gray Nail Gang, because the area where the howling ghosts operate belongs to the territory where they collect protection money, so although the group of unlucky people is reluctant, they still organize a dozen people to go and eliminate the howling ghosts. And my brother and I, plus you now, we don't have to go up and fight hard as containment personnel at that time, of course, there are many more containment personnel like us. Everyone who participates in the siege will receive a commission of a silver wheel, which will be doubled if the hunt is successful, and if they participate in the hunt during the siege, they will be rewarded with a maximum of one gold sea, depending on the situation. ”

"Tsk, these goddamn Grey Nails are really rich." Cole didn't care that he was insulting his employer, and then didn't forget to remind Dick, "But with our strength, we can just follow what they mean when the time comes, don't you really do it." I've been to the gray alleys before, and many of the walls have deep claw scratches, and the beast is not that simple. ”

"I don't need you to remind me of this, I'm just a bastard, whether it's a silver wheel or a golden sea, having that life flower is the truth."

"Hey, Dick, I apologize for underestimating you before, tsk, if it weren't for you wearing the uniform of the Academy of Technology and Magic, I would definitely think that you were an alchemypunk who hasn't changed your costume yet, and you're an old bully!" Cole sighed with heartfelt emotion.

"Haha, thanks for the compliment!"

A student at the Academy of Technology and Magic, an alchemist-punk bully on the streets of Zuan, and a strange combination actually have a good conversation at the wine table in the Shimmer Bar.

What a harmonious place Zaun!