A werewolf.

The furry hunter looked even more surprised than Varian. The two confronted each other, and the bucks took the opportunity to flee.

"You ......," the werewolf snapped. "You're—"

"Varian, Ureon!" A voice of disgust roared.

A second werewolf suddenly appeared. His fur was snow-white, with only a slight carbon black hair on his head and neck. The intense sense of pain in the newcomer's shining blue eyes caused Varian to prepare his bow and arrows. The second werewolf was followed by nearly a dozen werewolves, all of whom showed obedience to him in their movements.

"How dare you come here!" As the second werewolf spoke, he changed form, shrinking slightly and the fur on his body disappeared.

Jean Greymane gestured to Varian's bow and arrow. "Shoot it, you've broken my heart, my people suffer for your choice—"

Varian lowered his bow and arrows. "I'm not going to waste arrows on you. It's bad enough to mess up my hunt with you. Did you come here to want me to change my mind?"

"What nonsense! We've always hunted here! You're the one who ran to our camp and knowingly asked!"

"I don't-" The former gladiator realized he was being toyed with, and he knew who did it. He looked around and turned his anger at Gilneth onto another person. "Where are you, Grand Druid?

"'The Great Druid'?" Jean looked a little embarrassed.

"I'm not at all amused by what has happened in the last few days," Malfurion replied from behind Varian. "As for Jean and the other werewolves hunting here, I've completely forgotten about it. ”

The Great Druid made an innocent look. Despite all the evidence pointing to the opposite, Varian found himself unable to accuse the Night Elf to his face. He glanced at Jean and saw that the other king was the same.

"There's no way to hunt in such a crowded place, Grand Druid. The Stormwind Lord finally commented. "Anyway, I don't have the appetite to go on. ”

"That's a good idea," interjected Jean with a slight contempt. "Or you'll bump into us over and over again, and the earth-shattering footsteps will scare away all the prey......"

"There's not a day I can beat you or your defeated dogs, Greyman," Varian retorted, taking a step toward Jean.

"Hah!" Another king stepped forward. "Even our little furry boy can catch a deer before you do! As for myself, I can take down a whole dozen before you can shoot a stag with those poor little arrows!"

"Always boasting big, but never doing what he says—"

"Let me say a few words," said Malfurion, standing between the two kings. "There is no basis for your words, unless you have the means to prove your words. ”

"There's always a lot of trouble with Greymane—"

"Say something self-righteous—"

A thunderclap rang out nearby. The other werewolves all rolled their ears in cringe.

As if the Great Druid hadn't noticed the power he was showing, he continued, "As I said, it's no fun to yell at others if you can't prove yourself. Perhaps it's time to show the power behind the rhetoric. ”

"What the hell are you talking about?" Varian blurted out. Jean nodded to his opponent, indicating that he was about to ask the question as well.

"You can say your own thing and continue this endless quarrel...... Or draw conclusions about your differences and see who is stronger. ”

"You want to put us together," Gene growled, "so that we can both see each other from a different perspective! I know this man - too well, after he said all that bastard ......"

"The big truth of the bastard," Varian retorted. "But I agree with Jean, Grand Druid...... I also agree that it doesn't work at all. ”

"Well, you two have nothing to fear. ”

"It has nothing to do with being afraid," complained King Gilneth. "Damn it!, even if I were willing to deign to hunt with this fellow, he would fall to the ground......" Jean changed form again without warning. "I beg your pardon, Malfurion, but we've wasted too much time. We don't hunt for sport. We hunt for the sake of hunting. ”

Jean sped into the bushes. The other werewolves turned and followed without saying a word.

"Stupid Gilneis," Varian whispered, more to himself than to the Grand Druid.

"I apologize for any offense this has caused you. Malfurion said respectfully.

Varian ignored him. "Even if he was given furs, claws, and even wings, Greymane would not be a hunter. Or will it only brag, even after all the damage done to himself and his country......"

The Grand Druid pointed in a direction where he could get away from the werewolves. "If you still want to hunt, you can find good prey here, Varian. ”

The king continued to stare in the direction in which his opponent had disappeared.

"Varian?"

The king did not say a word, and sped away in the direction the werewolf had left. (To be continued......)