"Just you?" Alpha Buddha heard some joke: "Then, you will be the first High Elf to join us." ”

"Good." Patrick was also very interested in the strength of this head wolf, and slowly floated to the opposite side of Alpha: "If you think you can deal with the Azeroth Arcane Covenant and its creator --- me alone, then you can try it, don't blame me for not giving you a chance." ”

The strength of the head wolf is still good, after all, he is also an immortal level, and among the ninth-order, legendary werewolves here, he does stand out from the crowd, but when he meets Patrick, and there is also Elune, he is really the mushroom of his ancestral grave.

The alpha cloak fell to the ground in an instant, and his speed was almost afterimage, but the next time he appeared, he was tied to the ground by Patrick's arcane vines, unable to enter an inch.

"What about your rhetoric? Is that all? Looking at the head wolf in the distance, Patrick did not hesitate to be sarcastic.

"Hmph, ignorant child." Alpha's muscles skyrocketed, and the force of nature surged out of his body, directly breaking free from Patrick's vine restraints.

The next moment, Alpha's wolf claw appeared on Patrick's chest, but the reality did not go as Alpha wanted, and his claws hit Patrick's arcane shield, but did not hurt Patrick in the slightest.

The mana shield blessed by various spells such as space bans, Patrick has absolute confidence: "I should probably praise you if you can touch my mana shield." ”

Alpha, or Lyral, had a somewhat solemn face, and his full force was blocked so lightly.

"Why don't you speak?" Patrick raised his eyebrows: "Weren't you quite proud just now?" ”

The Beagle Worship Vajra Palm composed of arcane energy appeared, grabbing Lylar to the death, and the werewolves around him had obviously been in the same league as the head wolf, and rushed up with a roar when they saw the leader being caught, while some werewolves stopped and watched, presumably ordinary sect members.

However, a group of little wolf cubs are not a big threat to Patrick, as long as they enter Patrick's energy range, they will be instantly tied up by the arcane vines, unable to move a bit.

Patrick's various spells, surpassing the ordinary blue consumption is the biggest weakness, but it brings advantages, which are very obvious.

It's not that the captured Lelar doesn't want to speak, it's that his wolf kiss is tied up by Patrick, he is struggling hard, but to no avail, the Ao Neng vine and the Bigbai Vajra palm make him unable to break free.

"I didn't want to kill you, but you still don't repent." Patrick walked up to Lelar: "As a Night Elf, you have also contributed to Azeroth, but now, what you have done is only for your own selfish interests, even the wolf god Godring you worship will not admit your selfishness. ”

Patrick is telling the truth, that Lyral died in the wake of a ghost wolf that appeared out of thin air after capturing Gilneth City, and then when the werewolves broke free from Lylar's control, the ghost wolf disappeared without a trace.

Patrick has every reason to believe that the ghost wolf who killed Lelar is the incarnation of the wolf god Godring. There is only such a giant wolf demigod who can easily kill Lailar, who has lived from ancient times to the present.

"So, you can go in peace." Patrick's hand slapped twice on Lyral's body.

In an instant, Lailar was surrounded by a thin layer of energy, and eventually these energies became Patrick's spatial coffin, and as the space collapsed, Lailar's body shattered and scattered like glass. Those faithful believers who were led by the wolf were also reduced to ashes in the flames, and with their ideals, they vanished.

This unbeatable head wolf alpha before turned into a shattered corpse in an instant, and those werewolves in the back, you look at me, I look at you. In fact, most of the werewolves were only used by the head wolf, because of the fear of the werewolf curse, and Jean was hunting werewolves on a large scale, many people just joined the wolf worship cult for temporary stability.

"Are you still going to fight?" Patrick looked at the werewolves who were tied up with flowers, and the werewolves who stood behind, dazed and overwhelmed. The leader Alpha and the most powerful werewolves were all dead, and Patrick turned to look at the werewolves around him.

In the face of the death of the leader, they didn't know what to do next, they wanted to escape, but in front was the direction of King Jean's escape, and there must be troops on the bridges and roads along the way, and in the rear, there was a coalition of High Elves and humans led by Patrick and Old Fording, and now they were caught between the front and back.

"Can you help us remove the effects of the werewolf curse?" A werewolf stepped forward: "Save us from the cursed rage? ”

"What's your name?" Patrick glanced up at the werewolf.

"Eva-Bloodfang." The werewolf did not hide it, and directly revealed his name.

"I can." Patrick has this confidence: "Parcival Glopp is the best proof of that. ”

With Patrick's words, Percival stepped out of the crowd as a thin human lad, and with a wolf howl, Percival took on werewolf form.

"The violent effect of the werewolf curse can be suppressed, but if you want to get rid of the curse, I can't do it now."

As he spoke, Percival on the side changed back into human form by himself, and what he saw with his own eyes was the best advertisement, and many werewolves began to defect.

"Go and take them, at least you're all Gilneis." Patrick said to Parcival. "Don't be nervous, if someone has a tendency to turn into a wolf, find a rope to tie him up first."

Percival led the way, and old Fordin began to command the soldiers, clean up the mess, and search for the Gilnesians who could be cured.

In this battle, the mountain of corpses was not piled up, but the sea of blood was real, and even the flowing water outside the Cathedral of the Holy Light Dawn was dyed red, which was very tragic.

When Patrick arrived, Darius's defenders were still more than a tenth, and they were relieved to see the reinforcements Tirio Fortin, and the elder Fordin also commanded the priests and paladins to treat their wounds.

Darius lost too much blood, had already fainted, his body was covered with wounds, he was tied to death on the bed by his soldiers with iron ropes, and special guards were arranged, although the werewolves and the defenders were cleaning up the mess, but basically no one on both sides cared about anyone, and they formed a blood feud with each other.