"The fire of white refining is no longer ......"

The pale flames receded, and the broken veins wriggled and joined around the heart at a speed visible to the naked eye, the ribs fitting together like thick branches, allowing the flesh to refill the wounds on the chest.

The cold wind howled through Draenor's fur, causing ripples in the pool of blood. He smelled his prey, and when he turned around, there were many more figures at one end of the woods, spears in their hands or scimitars, the same group of Snowway soldiers who wanted to kill him.

Looking at the blood spreading on the ground and Will's twisted corpse, they were convinced that the culprit of all this was none other than the werewolf in front of them. On horseback, General Adris drew his saber and aimed it at Draenor in the form of a beast, who in his eyes was nothing more than a monster without reason.

"This is Snowway's chassis, and the nameless man is retreating quickly!"

Draenor's eyes rolled, and a glittering blue light swept through the air for a split second, and the guillotine-like jaws spewed heat waves, and the muscles of the upper jaw trembled and contracted, as if they had sniffed long-lost prey.

In a moment when the two looked at each other, General Adris finally recognized the monster in front of him.

"It's the outlander......"

The general suddenly realized what had happened before, and he waved his long knife and commanded the people: "Don't believe what you see with your eyes, it's just a cursed stranger, crush it to slag!" ”

Gunfire rang out, and for a moment, bullets rained down on Draenor, piercing his skull and shattering his ribs, and the red-hot blood flowed like lava to the ground, incinerating the blooming aconitum to ashes.

"Uh......h Woo......"

Draenor felt the fire rattle in his chest, his bones and muscles hurting and healing, and he stepped forward, his claws digging deep into the soil, and he drew closer to the soldiers.

"Damn it, show it the power of the Lycos!"

The soldiers took off their helmets and held their heads high to bask in the glow of the full moon. The spears and scimitars were thrown to the ground, and the swollen body broke free from the armor, and the limbs clung to the ground, and more than twenty soldiers, including General Yadris, turned into a group of vicious wolves.

At the same time as the head wolf roared, three or four giant wolves flew down on Draenor, their claws tearing through his fur and their sharp teeth clamping at his bones.

These attacks didn't stop Draenor from moving forward, he raised his arm and tore apart the giant wolf that bound his right leg, and at the same time his eyes glowed with a ghostly glow, his body burst into blue flames, and the flames devoured the bodies of the wolves like death, and they let go of their jaws and fell to the ground with a miserable wail.

Sharp claws gripped the head of a giant wolf, dragging it to the ground and moving closer to Adaris. The scarlet blood smeared a red mark on the ground, like a scroll written by a demon.

Not to be outdone, the wolves threw up their forearms and galloped towards Draenor. Pulling out his claws, Draenor pinched a head and held it high in the air, the muscles of his arm tightening, turning the hideous wolf's head into meat sauce.

He did not fight the wolves like a wild beast, but like a warrior and a hunter, he used his thick arms as a shield and his sharp claws as a scimitar, hunting the wolves little by little.

Tearing, biting, and crushing, Draeno walked over to the wolf, Adaris, with his broad back, and slammed his fist into the skull of the last soldier with a wave of his hand.

The blood of the soldiers spilled on Adadris's body, and the general was already frightened by the giant beast in front of him, and he slowly retreated into the shadows and gradually regained his human form.

"Reinforcements will arrive soon, kill me, and you'll end up like me." The general stared viciously at the beast in front of him, ready to face his own death.

At this moment, a crimson light and shadow flashed from the side and stopped on the treetops, and a voice shouted in this direction:

"Draenor, I've finally found you......"

Turning his head sideways, he saw a red-colored lark perched on the treetops flapping its wings, Draenor didn't know if it was a hallucination, but it reminded him of the familiar name - Vicky Ric. Klose.

Draenor looked sideways at the shadows that were approaching the city of Peyara, and knowing that Snowway's enemies were coming, he turned his gaze to the general, a beastly groan in his throat.

"Back to the battlefield...... You have your own mission......"

An angry fist slammed into the trunk of the general's ear, leaving a hole the size of a human head, and Draenor withdrew his arm, turned and followed the figure of the red finch towards the top of the mountain.

Looking at the behemoth in the distance, Yadris finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the threat of lingering was more terrifying than the threat of death.

The reinforcements rushed to the forest, and they were overwhelmed by the broken corpses on the ground and the spreading river of blood.

Several soldiers spotted General Yadris hiding under the trunk of the tree and quickly ran over to help him to his feet.

Just as one of the soldiers handed the gauze in front of him, Adris suddenly became angry and raised his arm to push away the crowd around him.

"No, you don't! With so many people dead, what's the point of being injured? ”

"Did the stranger do it? General, please send us to hunt us down! ”

"The Elder King's guards are not his opponents, and you young people will die in vain if you go! Don't let me see more sacrifices......"

Adris put his armor back on, dusted off his helmet and put it on his head, what had happened before tormented his nerves like a nightmare. But he couldn't figure it out, and when the war came, his foresight was less than that of a foreigner.

With the saber retracted from its sheath, Adriss turned and stepped onto his horse, looking at the shadows approaching in the south, and ordered the warriors: "Don't let the prisoners delay the big thing, the third and fourth echelons will go to the southern city wall to participate in the battle!" The full moon is just in time to show the Canine Pie's people the horrors of Snowway! ”

At the same time, in the deep forest somewhere in the valley, Draenor, who had turned into a wild beast, still chased after the red sparrow, and galloped towards the top of the mountain.

The cold wind in his face was mixed with a rose-like scent, and he knew that the small and agile creature was the embodiment of Vikilic, and that if he followed it, he would be able to find the whereabouts of those people.

After passing through the gloomy forest, the surrounding environment suddenly became clearer, and Draenor felt something hard under his feet, and looked down to see a railroad track spreading out over the mountain.

The figure of the red finch hovered in the air for a moment before turning into cold drops of blood and landing on Draenor's forehead. He felt his anger reced, the fur that covered his flesh slowly peeled off and turned to ashes, and his flesh returned to its human form.

From this angle, the ground was so flat that it looked like the broad back of a dragon and left only a few hills. In the sky, gray clouds obscured the silver-white moonlight, and the lonely celestial body seemed to be veiled, powerlessly casting a dim afterglow on the earth.

On the right-hand side, the roar of a whistle was heard at the end of the tracks, and the familiar train appeared in front of me again.

Vikirico poked her head out of the train and waved her arms at Draenor as she stood beside the tracks.

This time, Draenor truly felt the long-lost freedom, every breath of air in his nose, every inch of ground under his feet proving to him: this stranger survived the night of the full moon.