Chapter 582

Ordinary werewolves are hard to deal with. This kind of human form is not inferior to orcs in strength. At the same time, it takes into account the agility of human beings, as well as the excellent recovery ability of Druids. The most terrible thing is the nearly perfect fighting intuition of canine creatures engraved in their bones, as well as the incessant fury flowing in their blood.

This is not a race that should appear in this world. In fact, there are myths and legends about werewolves in all areas of Azeroth. But until gilness really appeared, only the history of mysterious night elves recorded real information about this creature.

They are real. As early as 9000 years ago, they existed. Before the werewolf disaster completely spread, they were sealed to the deepest part of the Emerald Dream by the great Druid Malfurion and Cenarion Parliament. However, the short-lived species, who never knew how to revere them, tore the seal again nearly 10000 years later. This is too bad.

But ordinary werewolves are not insurmountable. In fact, their chaotic brains think like wild animals. As long as two or three veterans with good martial arts join forces, they can set traps and kill werewolves completely, but only ordinary werewolves.

Once it really reaches the level of high-level werewolf, it is not a problem that soldiers can solve. In the Sartre war in Kalimdor more than 9000 years ago, laelar Yahuo, the first Werewolf in Azeroth, with his hunters, even defeated the attack of demons. They have almost invincible strength and agility, They have the ability to stay up to the last moment of soul burning. Their perception is stronger than that of the strongest hunters, and they even use their natural magic!

What's more, they can perfectly suppress the madness and wildness in their blood. They are just perfect flesh and blood creatures. In front of the high-level Werewolf in a rage state, tearing a few demons by hand is almost like playing.

However, time is merciless. Except for laelar Yahuo, other high-level werewolves have already died in the long seal. Only the wolf whose body and soul have been distorted survived. Now, he is trying to kill another high-level Werewolf in Azeroth, the wolf girl velinda transformed by the Luna sickle, in the most cruel way.

"Struggle. It'll give me some fun."

Laelar drags Willard's neck and pulls him to the river outside the forest with one hand. Any creature in front of him, no matter blood tooth or moon fury, will be torn under his shadow claws. After the party has released its power completely, the Werewolf in blood red robe has become unstoppable, at least in gilness now, There are only a few people.

No one can help velinda. When the bloodtoothed werewolf attacked gilness city one third before, Lea Delin rushed to support with a monthly angry werewolf. At this time, she was still fighting on the city gate. She had to rely on her own. Laeller's paw was on the little wolf girl's neck. Only ten minutes later, her poor breathing had made velinda have black spots in front of her eyes, Her claws constantly swept over laelar's body, and each blow left a deep bone scar on the wolf, but it didn't work!

He doesn't care at all.

"Drowning is the most painful thing!"

Laelar's voice is indifferent, like telling a story that has nothing to do with him and Willard, "you and I are the people chosen by godlin. As long as we stand on the earth, we can get its promise. The blade can't kill you, and the fire can only make you feel pain, but only the most harmless water can rush into your body and block your throat, oh... Right, Suffocation, I mean suffocation. It's painful... "

"Wu Wu!"

The little wolf girl's paw was on the ground. She knew that what lailar said was true. Even if she had not been thrown into the water, she was just choked by her throat, which made her feel uncomfortable. Human beings need air to breathe, even high-level werewolves. The whole Azeroth was not ready to enter the void, No organism has evolved an organ that can replace the respiratory system.

Dying, well, dying!

Little wolf girl's slightly lax eyes flashed a trace of uncontrollable fear, that is, in the face of death, even if she has a strong power, in the face of the final death, it is not necessarily much better than a farmer. What's more important is that several times before, when she was seriously injured and dying, she encouraged her not to give up by connecting her soul, that voice, It disappeared days ago.

Dick went to another world. The distance was so far away that even his followers could not perceive his existence.

Dick doesn't know, neither does lyadeline and Willard, neither does Tao ya, nor does shivana... What does the fetter between him and these connected souls mean to them? It's like having an arm from birth. When you wave it, you can feel the existence of the arm, but when your arm is lost and cut off, You've lost something you already had.

The feeling of being lost, the feeling of being lost, the feeling of being afraid.

Perhaps in peacetime, this kind of loss can not have an impact on these powerful creatures, but at this time, now, under the situation that life may be lost at any time, in the inherent fear of death of all life, this impact has been magnified unlimited.

"Dick..."

She felt a chill on her forehead, and then a bloody Lake drowned in her eyes, ears and nostrils.

She subconsciously closed her mouth to prevent the water from flowing into her body, but the next moment, when she habitually breathed, the water choked into her throat from her nostrils made her weak struggle break out again.

"Well, well! Let go! Let go

The sharp claws rubbed lailar's arm and cut a whole piece of flesh and blood to pieces. But the wolf didn't care. He didn't even care about his eyes. He pressed her head into the water in the face of velinda. Across the undulating water, he could see velinda's eyes. In his eyes, there were fear, pain, panic and helplessness, It's everything that makes him feel good.

"Yes, that's it! Struggle, cry, that's it

Laelar's left arm has not even a piece of good skin, but his face is not the slightest pain, on the contrary, he is enjoying the pleasure of this torture! From the squinting gray eyes, you can see a twist of happiness! This is a lunatic!

A complete lunatic!

The seal of ten thousand years from Malfurion and the double anger of godlin's re choice of spokesperson are burning his reason. This meaningless world is cold in his eyes. Those damned elves have forgotten what lailar has done for them. In order to protect the "garden", he even gave up his elegant appearance and twisted himself into this monster!

Laelar's eyes stay on the water. In the ripples caused by Willard's fierce struggle, he can see what he is now. It's gray mane and twisted face. It's crazy and cruel in his eyes. It's a monster! But they have forgotten why he became like this!

So he needs revenge! He wants them to remember their betrayal and the consequences of it!

He's not easy to get into!

He can tear up those weak demons, naturally also can tear up those elves, tear up their stupid seal and their stupid thinking together!

yes! That's what we're going to do... Gilness is just the beginning!

This world will have the land of blood teeth free movement, they will have their own world of existence in the sun!

"Ah, a beautiful world!"

Laelar uttered a nervous sigh. He focused his attention again on the face of velinda, who had been struggling more and more weakly. He saw the stupidity of her opening her mouth in the water and trying to breathe. He saw the blood oozing from her nostrils. He saw the increasingly weak breath of life in her open eyes. He saw a fresh life about to die, He saw the mane on her face dissipate rapidly, and felt the weakness of the claws that constantly attacked his body.

"Look! Is the great wolf girl unable to maintain the form of werewolf? What a pity

Laelar smiles low, his voice is hoarse and twisted. He looks at the velinda who is caught by himself and quickly turns into her night elf form. He sees the beautiful face, the lines on her face and the crescent sign on her forehead.

Laelar used to obey that symbol and fight for the existence and world of night elves, but now, this emblem can only arouse his deepest pain, the pain of being abandoned and betrayed.

"Ah! You and your world, you and your moon god, what a pity! They can't save you! Your faith can't save you! "

Laelar roared angrily. His anger was not only directed at velinda, but also towards deeper things, towards the cold world. But soon, the anger faded away. He saw the purple fingers of a woman holding on his arm. Velinda had completely faded from the werewolf form.

The last air in her lungs was squeezed out, her mind was blurred, her hands were weak, and she even lost control of her body.

Drowning, completely losing the last breath in the cold water, letting the water squeeze the lungs, squeezing the last trace of air and life out of the body, this is always the most painful punishment. Her fingers are spasmodic, beating, and finally, powerlessly hit the ground, her beautiful eyes completely lost the last trace of look, her hair spread out, Scattered in this nameless River, with that painful face, like the most sad painting.

"Ha ha, sad life... How fragile it is."

Laelar let go of the hand that he held around velinda's neck. His fingers ran across the cold face of the wolf girl, just like a crazy philosopher. There was even a trace of compassion on his face, which was creepy.

"I can't even control my own destiny... How sad..."

"Sleep in the water, little girl, stay away from this cold and disgusting world, and sleep in your own dreams."

With a wave of lylar's hand, Willard's lifeless body plunges into the water and slowly sinks to the bottom. Her arms, which have lost all their strength, are swinging in the water, as if to seize the last strand of life, but... The fire of life has been extinguished in her eyes.

Lyrael stood by the river with open arms, on the blood red robe. The crazy symbol that everyone could not recognize was like the open wings of death and the priest of dying prayer. His eyes looked at the corpse falling into the river, at the girl who had no hatred with him, and at the last existence of godlin's emissary.

"You lose, because in the wolf's body, you are still mortal..."

"And I'm a wolf! I'm your fear in your sleep, I'm a hunter in the wilderness, I'm a nightmare in the dark, I've already faded everything from mortals... I'm a wolf! Master of wolves

The cold, bloody wind whistling through lyrael's hair lifted his gray mane and carried his voice to every part of the forest.

"I will take your fallen crown and cast My scepter with your soul and your death, and I will take it!"

"I'll be a real wolf... I'll take my pack and hunt everything."

"I will tear everything up, I will bury everything."

"Go, poor loser... Bring the news of my coming to godlin... I'm coming!"

"Ask him for me, is he ready to die?"