"Hmm"

At midnight, in the quiet court of Gilne, King Jean, who had rested for a day, suddenly opened his eyes, he sat up from the bed, and quietly looked left and right, beside him, was his beloved Queen Mia, although the king also had his own lover, but the relationship between him and the queen was also worthy of recognition.

The queen bore him son Liam and daughter Tess, and devoted almost the best years of her life to Jean, a feeling that the hot-tempered king could not part.

He cautiously stepped out of bed, without alarming the queen, who was feeling thirsty, and he needed some water to moisten his burning throat, which was almost smoking, which was not normal, but walking in the bedroom, Jean moved his arm, and his body, which had been a little groggy from the flu these days, seemed to have completely regained his energy.

"Wolf really has two brushes."

The middle-aged king smiled, he walked through the corridor of the bedroom, without alarming the attendants, he poured himself a glass of wine, in the darkness, he drank the cold wine, but the thirst of his throat was not relieved in any way, on the contrary, the wine poured into his body was like adding fuel to the fire, making the heat in his body more and more obvious.

Even on the skin, there is a strange itching.

"What's going on?"

The king's hands were propped up on the table, and he suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, followed by a sudden explosion of calm emotions in his heart, like a backlog of volcanoes, and the burning emotions gushed out of his heart.

"Bang Dang"

The bottles and glasses containing the wine were swept to the ground by him, and the sound of broken glass alarmed the people inside and outside the bedroom, and outside the door, the footsteps of the guards were so clear, King Jean staggered forward, and it was only then that he discovered his abnormality, in the bedroom that should have been dark, he could see everything in the darkness clearly, this is not normal!

This is not the vision that humans should have... The anger rolling in his heart soon made him unable to think about these questions anymore, and the moment the guard opened the door, he also struggled to his feet, and in the dressing mirror in front of him, Jean saw himself... I saw the yellow, wolf-like eyes, the silver mane that covered my body, and the wolf-like head.

He was stunned, he looked down at his hands... It was a pair of claws with sharp claws and pads.

"Protect the King!"

The frightened and angry roar of the chief of the guard rang out in the king's bedroom, followed by the sound of the scorching muskets, the projectiles that cut through the dark air and set up a wound on Jean's body, and in the queen's screams, irritated by pain, His Majesty Jean, who could no longer control himself, turned back and roared at the loyal guards, his eyes full of wild madness, but retaining the last shred of reason.

The silver-haired wolf glanced back at the queen, who was tightly guarded by the guards, and he saw the frightened glint in his wife's eyes, Jean trembled and stretched out his paws towards the queen, but he was forced back by the captain of the guard with a long sword, and in the increasingly noisy rain of bullets, Jean's body jumped more blood, and finally, he roared and swept away several of the guards, and in the smell of blood, he turned and broke the window, and ran into the darkness outside the court.

The mournful howl of wolves came and went on this moonlit night, and the shootout in the king's bedroom seemed to be a signal, and in less than 10 minutes, the werewolves who had hidden throughout the city of Gilneth had torn off their disguises, and under the dark city, on the rooftops shrouded in the veil of night, the werewolves galloped past in groups.

They don't seem to want to hurt anyone, they are like a group of cursed people, on this moonlit night, with a howl, to vent their dissatisfaction with fate.

The timid citizens trembled and hugged their wives and children, hiding under the bed and shivering, for fear that the next moment a werewolf would rush into the room and slaughter them all, but no... Instead of harming innocents, the werewolves marched towards the military district of Gilneth under the command of a howl of wolves.

In that city, there are many patients infected with the werewolf plague who are about to be exiled, and many werewolves who have been captured and are about to be executed, who are going to rescue their own people and control the city until the defenders react.

But is that all Wolf and the werewolves of the Silver Pine Forest planning for years of attacking? Is it just to intimidate the nobles in Gilness?

Of course not!

In the middle of the same night, far away in the area where the northern part of Gilneth meets the Silver Pine Forest, under the Greymane Wall, which is nearly 20 meters high and divides the whole of Gilneys, the werewolves living in the Silver Pine Forest area have set off a terrible riot that night, and they have come out of the dark forest under the command of several leaders.

The eyes of the tall, bestial humanoids shone in the darkness, and they shouted at the defenders of the Greymane Wall, the number of hundreds of thousands made the defenders guarding the city walls very nervous, and dozens of cannons were already aimed at the werewolves who were roaring under the city, just waiting for the northern lord guarding the walls to give an order, and the scorching artillery would send these monsters to hell completely.

"They can't stand it?"

Guarding the walls was the northern duke of Gilneis, Darius. Lord Crowley, as a duke of a kingdom, originally ruled the vast lords north of the wall of Greyman, and half of the Silver Pine Forest was within his territory, but when the werewolf plague broke out, the northern archduke lost most of his territory in a short period of time, and for the safety of the entire country, the archduke had to give up his ancestral land.

But he did not abandon his responsibilities because of this, and the Duke had been here since the Wall of Greymane had been erected, guarding the northern frontier of the country for King Jean, and he had dealt with werewolves countless times, but he had never seen these beasts so violent as they were tonight.

"There's a reason for that, there must be a reason, werewolves are not just beasts, they have their own intelligence, and there must have been circumstances that we didn't know about, forcing these werewolves to start migrating south."

The duke, clad in battle armor, stood on the tall city wall, he looked down at the dark earth below, the roars of those werewolves one after another were very irritating, but this did not affect the duke's thinking, and the wall guard behind him whispered:

"Duke, could it be the smoke from the other day? Do you remember? The smoke escaping from the skies in the Tirisfa region, where it is said that there is now a large-scale undead activity, could it be that they are disturbing these werewolves? ”

"Possibly."

Duke Darius stroked his beard, and after a moment he said in a deep voice:

"Master Ralaire, please!"

The guards behind the Duke immediately turned away, and a moment later, amid the howls of the werewolves, an old druid in animal skins walked up to the city wall under the escort of the guards, he looked like a Night Elf, he appeared in Gilneth a year ago, and helped the defenders of the Wall of Greymanne defuse the werewolf siege several times, and was very respected in this area.

But he has an odd temper and is not very willing to come into contact with humans.

"Master Larare, the werewolves have gone mad, can you dispel them as before?"

Duke Darius said to the old druid:

"Disperse them back into the Silver Pine Forest, we need them to stay there."

"It's hard."

Old Druil Lael closed his eyes and listened to the howls of the werewolves, and after a moment he said to the Duke of Darius: "The werewolves have sensed the darkness escaping from the air in the north, and they are alarmed, and they are reluctant to go back to the forest, for it is no longer safe. ”

As he spoke, the old druid's nose twitched, and he seemed to be sniffing something in the air.

"Even as I stand here, I can smell the stench of demons... Around 9,000 years ago, they returned, their spies have integrated into your world, and humans and werewolves are no longer your concern. ”

"What did you say?"

The Duke of the North, a warrior in the true and the like, hated this kind of godly prophecy, and he said it bluntly:

"The undead breed in the northern part of the Silver Pines Forest, and Gilneth needs the werewolves to disperse them back into the forest before we get in the way, Master Lallaire, or they will die under our fire."

"Huh?"

The Duke's straightforward remarks narrowed the eyes of the old druid, who looked at the Duke's tall figure, and asked in a deep voice:

"You take werewolves as victims? Do you need me to remind me, Duke, that they were once your people! ”

"But they've turned into monsters, Master, I don't have time to discuss these human issues with you, if you can't solve them, then I'll do it my way!"

The Duke of the North's arm was raised, the doors of the dozens of cannons on the city walls were opened, and the werewolves seemed to sense the impending danger, and their roars became more frenzied.

And at this moment, a strange light lit up behind the duke, and when the Grand Duke of the North turned around, he saw the light of the Transfiguration spell wrapping around the body of the old druid Lalaire, and in the blink of an eye, a huge black shadow that was two heads taller than him appeared behind him, turning into Lalai in the form of a werewolf. Yahuo glared at the Grand Duke of the North.

"You remind me of my stupid compatriots 9,000 years ago..."

The old night elf druid bared his teeth and said in a hoarse voice:

"9,000 years ago, the devil's doglegs, those half-demon satyrs ravaged my hometown, and my compatriots had nothing to do about them. I saw a new power in the ancient texts, the power of the wildness bestowed upon Godring by the wolf spirit, and I embraced it with the sacrifices who volunteered to give everything for my homeland! ”

"Click"

The long sword in the hand of the Duke of the North was broken by the tall werewolf, and his body was choked by the neck of the powerful head wolf, grabbed in the air, on the city wall, the black shadow of the rope appeared strangely behind the unsuspecting soldiers, and the Grand Duke of the North saw with his own eyes that his most trusted adjutant was also twisted in the body, from a handsome human young man, to a hideous werewolf.

It made him feel a kind of despair, how many of these weird creatures were on his walls that could freely switch between humans and werewolves?

Lallaire. Tooth Fire grabbed the struggling Grand Duke of the North in front of his eyes, and the hideous head wolf roared in a low voice:

"It was we who protected our hometown and our people, but the stupid Malfurion banished us... But when I returned to this world after a thousand years, I was glad to see that my children, beings of the same power as me, were living and multiplying in this land, and that they had found a way to truly harness the power of the wild, and I was redeemed for it..."

"But you are too stupid, the nobles of the human race, the demons are coming, and in thousands of years, they will return to this world in a stalemate, and they will fulfill their unfinished mission ten thousand years ago, and strangle this world and all life... You are so stupid that you can only see a limited future, but you cannot see what sacrifices the victims have made for the future of this world. ”

"And without sacrifice, where is the victory?"

The head wolf moved his neck, which in the battle of Sartre 9,000 years ago, the night elf druid, who voluntarily accepted the power of the wolf spirit and transformed into the world's first werewolf, roared in the sky, the light of the moonlit night sprinkled on him, and in the next moment, in the angry roar of the duke, his body was thrown down from the 20-meter-high city wall by Lallaire.

"Be one of us, warrior, and soon, you'll be on the battlefield with your Talon brethren."

As he spoke, the wolf's arm flicked downward, and a moment later, the fence of the heavy Greymane Wall was slowly opened with a harsh sound, and the werewolves who had been waiting for a long time cheered and rushed into the tall wall, into their original home.

"Go, werewolves, give the wild power of the wolf spirit to everyone who needs it!"

Lallaire stood at the top of the Wall of Greymane, his figure becoming more and more hideous in the light of the moon:

"When the demons set foot on this land, they will face thousands of wild defenders with claws and fangs!"

"You will bring glory to this land!"

"Roar, unyielding Blood Fang!"