Chapter 329

At the edge of the forest in Filas, the wolves roar. This scene is much more magnificent than the scene that velinda made in the silver pine forest at that time. The timid people dare not even look at the black maned wolves who have gathered more and more around the arena. Maybe they should be glad that it will not be night. If night falls, they will see a lot of green eyes, That scene will definitely scare the cowards to pee.

But not everyone was stunned.

"Something's wrong!"

Joraqi stopped his subordinates from dispersing the wolves. His eyes narrowed. Looking from the relatively high viewing platform, a clear "line" appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged assassin. In that line, no wolf crossed. They were like an army, and they all stopped outside that line.

"There is a commander in chief in the army, and so are the wolves... Don't irritate them!"

As soon as joraqi's voice fell, a low roar sounded, like a sob, like a sleepy balderdash. But after the low howl, the roar of the wolves across the sky seemed to be directly cut off. Qi Shushu stopped, and the sky of the hammer of doom arena changed from intolerable noise to intolerable silence.

All the people's eyes, or panic, or curiosity, looked at some turbulent wolves. In the front of the big horn arena, the black wolves were like being cut by a knife, separated by a line, and walked slowly with a touch of snow-white. All the wolves, whether strong or young, bowed their heads respectfully and put their claws on the ground.

That's kneeling!

Wolf's kneeling!

When the owner of the shadow castle, who uses the dark illusion as his representative, sees the snow white, the dark illusion vanishes in vain, which makes jorazi and Prag surprised.

The ruler on the surface of the shadow castle is ferdan, the orc Shadow Lord. However, at their level, they naturally understand who is the real master. There are many labels on the fear Lord bernholer, whether he is treacherous or timid. But it can't be denied that this guy's ability to survive in Azeroth is absolutely first-class.

When behnholer disappeared without even calling, the heavy pressure began to diffuse, especially when the White Wolf, who was a circle bigger than the other black wolves, came to the front of the wolves and was swept by the green eyes, jorazi and Prager immediately took all the people off the viewing platform.

There is little news about godlin, but as the leader of the assassin League, jorazi will not be unaware of the news of godlin's resurrection. In the sweep just now, he has confirmed the identity of the white wolf. Tyrande comes from the other direction with the moon priest in a hurry, while Willard slowly walks out of the arena from the other side with Dick.

Who dares to speak openly on the head of demigod in such a situation? Is it killing me?

It is the existence of demigod, an epic hero, which can no longer be measured by words, whether it is the rank of power or the meaning it represents.

After weighing for a moment, jorazi takes a deep breath and walks into Dick's team. Every Gladiator contest is a multi-party gathering, but there will be a moderator. This session is jorazi. He doesn't want to come forward with some things, but now such things can't pass him.

What's more, it's a demigod!

Jorah had seen agamagan more than once in secret, and also got a lot of benefits from the lazy and secretive boar demigod. However, godlin was different. No matter how aggressive or mysterious, agamagan and godlin were worse than each other. Jorah's idea was very simple, not for merit, but for fault.

It's a beast. It's hard for the beast to trade interests, and jorazi doesn't think he's going to have something in his hand that would interest a guy like godlin.

"Praise you, godlin of the wilderness!"

Tyrande stepped forward in the moonlight, reached for godlin's shoulder, and then stepped back. It is said that the relationship between Elune and godlin is not good, and even cursed, making the wolves crazy and irrational when the moon is full. But Dick and Elune both know that this is pure nonsense. The wolves are crazy just because they can't control their fury.

What's more, it's not a rumor that Azeroth has two moons. Although one of the moons will not be discovered by mortals, when the second full moon rises, wolves are not the only ones who are crazy.

Godlin is a demigod of the wilderness, in fact, it has nothing to do with Elune, but it will still show enough courtesy to Tyrande's respect, just because there is an existence behind Tyrande that it has to look up to.

However, the sacrifice of the moon was just a passing scene. In the sight of nearly ten thousand people, she stepped back and revealed Dick and Willard behind her. Dick didn't feel much about it, because it was a meeting between him and godlin's "comrades in arms". This demigod fought with him on Mount Hegal twice, though they didn't have much contact, But at least the incense is still there.

Paladin is very solemn slightly bent down, and then moved to the other side, but stroking him, the body is shivering Willard, but was stopped by white wolf's outstretched claws.

Villender was surprised to see the White Wolf claw in front of her eyes. She couldn't help looking back at the White Wolf, one of the strongest creatures in the legend of Azeroth. It looked at her with no expression in its eyes, only a cold light that didn't surge, but it was probably the only expression.

Dick takes a deep breath and puts his palm on the shoulder of the frightened Willard. He knows why the girl is worried, but the Luna scythe has been unable to change its owner, and Willard is a werewolf transformed from the Luna scythe himself. Godlin comes back to life nearly ten years ahead of time. When Dick meets the dying Willard in the twilight forest, She was meant to meet godlin.

Werewolf and wolf God, there is an inseparable link between them, so she will have the ability to gather wolves, so she will feel the news of godlin's arrival.

"Your Majesty godlin will not hurt you!"

Dick's voice came from behind her. The feeling of hot air on her neck made her earlobe a little hot, but the embarrassment made her nervous. Her left hand held Dick's arm tightly, and her right hand touched godlin's paw gently.

At this moment, in the eyes of some people around, velinda, who was originally wearing a traditional night elf dress, almost immediately turned into a werewolf with a gray mane and a lovely white mane on her face. Unlike other werewolves, her ears stand on her head and there is a tail behind her.

The Luna sickle appears in the hands of velinda. She slowly kneels in front of godlin. The wolf God's paw gently touches velinda's forehead, which is like some kind of mysterious blessing ceremony.

"Ouch!"

Half a minute later, godlin's tail swept gently on the ground, and an equally deep wolf howl sounded. This wolf howl almost shocked everyone's heart. At the next moment, the dark wolves around the arena stood up and left, and there was only Shua Shua in the sky. In this process, almost no one dared to make too much noise, For fear of stimulating the wolves to return.

Even the fearless viku sat there eating in order. Gavenson was not a fool. He couldn't fight any more than godlin. In this case, silence was the best result.

Godlin ignored those guys after Dick. He walked to the arena. In the process, his body grew bigger and bigger. After entering the center of the arena, his body occupied almost one third of the arena. Then, in the trembling gaze of all people, he fell on the corner of the arena and narrowed his eyes.

Jorazi didn't know what it meant until the werewolf form of Willard regained her night elf body, and her eyes swept over jorazi and whispered,

"His majesty godlin will be here to watch the battle of the bravest Gladiator. He will choose his dependents and let the fight go on."

The assassin Duke was stunned for a moment, and then nodded. After learning that the demigod was only interested in the last fight, most of the audience calmed down, and even some people looked glorious. Although these guys didn't know what godlin was doing here, it was a rare talk that they could enjoy a fight with a wild demigod.

"I'm leaving."

Villindre walked up to Dick, looking down, not knowing what he was thinking. "Your Majesty godlin asked me to go to gilness and continue my mission there."

Hearing this, Dick raised his eyebrows. What could happen to gilness in the distance was for godlin to come out in person, which was nothing more than the "werewolf infection" spreading to gilness. It seems that godlin wanted to reorganize the werewolf group that was born because of it.

Speaking of it, Dick suddenly remembered that Willard was really the first fully awake Werewolf in the world. Was it really because of the Luna sickle?

But now is not the time to say this, the paladin sighed. The relationship between him and velindre is the purest. He once thought so, but he was still a little uneasy when he heard the news that the werewolf sister was going to leave.

"Don't worry, Xingge, our hearts are connected. As long as you want me to know, I will know."

Dick reached out and stroked Willard's gray hair. Since she became a werewolf, her hair has become like this. It's just the same as her werewolf's hair. This intimacy made Willard's body tremble. Then she heard Dick say,

"Come and watch this fight with me. I guess it's between the two that your majesty godlin's dependents are born, isn't it?"

Villender raised her head. For some reason, there was a smile on the corner of her mouth. The next moment, her voice sounded directly in Dick's heart,

"No, my Lord godlin, there's only one purpose here. It's to recognize whether the dependant is what it wants. It's enough to have something about Lyra once. Your majesty godlin won't allow a second Lyra to appear."

The paladin stopped for a moment. He turned to look at the big white wolf lying on the edge of the arena. When the guy stood up, almost no one doubted that it could even devour all the life in the arena. Garrod, who lived in seclusion again, once told dick in an exchange that godlin was the most rebellious of all demigods, And the most dangerous one.

Compared with other demigods, who are more or less inclined to the civilized world, godlin hardly cares about these things. In other words, even if Dick and godlin meet without a third-party opponent, they may not be friends.

It is a wolf, a very pure wolf! And wolves don't need friends!

From this point of view, there is only one meaning of "recognition".

"If he is going to be the second Lyra, his majesty godlin will kill him himself, and he will not allow his power to fall on a poor man who is in charge of power. That's a shame!"

Willard's voice was quiet, as if it had nothing to do with him, but Dick looked back at her,

"My little werewolf, what about you? Do you have its approval? "

With more and more bright Luna sickle on her back, Willard Xingge looks at Dick, and a faint smile appears on her cold face.

"Guess what?"