MTL - Azeroth Shadow of the Moon-Chapter 606 as if a lifetime away

"Crack!"

A cold light flashed, and bright red blood spurted from the neck of the human body.

The masked mage clutching his neck showed despair in his eyes, "Damn it, my... werewolf empire, uh!"

The sharp claws of the cold-eyed white wolf slashed across, and the words that the mage hadn't finished speaking flew up into the sky along with his head.

"The daydream of the powerless."

After licking the blood stained on his paws, the white wolf transformed into a human form in a burst of light and shadow. It was a green-haired night elf carrying a scythe.

At first glance, this night elf looks very similar to Fandral, with the same naked upper body in winter, and the same unkempt green long hair like weeds. The appearance is also quite similar, and the difference is mostly concentrated in the eyes of the two. middle.

Fandral has been in the top position for a long time. Although his irritable and impulsive temper still cannot be changed, he has accumulated a lot of majesty in power after ten thousand years in power.

Those unfamiliar with Fandral's nature can easily be overwhelmed by the calm and self-imposed ecology that he normally displays.

But when he plays with his granddaughter Estalia, he has a completely different face. Not many people are "lucky" to know his true colors.

In contrast, the eyes of the night elf in front of him were more rebellious and cold, like a humanoid wolf king, aloof and cold, with a vague charisma of an alternative leader that was different from Fandral.

He took out a spellbook from the mage's headless corpse, and the night elf opened it and read it for a moment.

"Humph!"

Throwing the book into the air, pulling out the sickle on the back and waving a series of knife lights, the complete thick-skinned book instantly turned into broken pages flying all over the sky.

"Crazy talk, you don't even know about the Emerald Dream, and you still want to publish a book at this level?"

Footsteps could be heard outside the door, and several male and female druids also wearing simple leather armor strode in.

A calm beauty with battle patterns painted on her face was the first to report, "Valstein, the entire castle has been cleared, and all werewolves have been captured."

"very good."

After confirming that the battle was over, Vastanen's stern expression slowed down a lot. "The task of destroying Shadowfang Castle is complete. Let's gather all the werewolves. I'll see if I can restore their sanity."

"yes!"

The rest of the people left one after another, leaving only the female druid who walked up to Vastanen and asked concernedly, "Are you not injured?"

"Of course not." Vastann touched the other's nose affectionately. "Instead of worrying about me, it's better to worry about whether that girl Estalia will be spoiled by her father."

Leiana rolled her eyes helplessly, "Here it goes again, you really don't know which pot to open and which pot to carry."

This female druid is actually Leyana, the wife of Valstein. Considering how much Fandral dotes on the descendants of his direct blood, Leyana is indeed worried about her daughter's future.

"Hehe~"

Vastann kissed his wife on the face and comforted him, "Don't worry, my father spends most of his time showing off his granddaughter to the Moon Shadow Speaker. With the speaker and his wife watching over him, my father won't do anything weird...probably."

Leiana: "...Did you say something about it just now?"

"Haha! Anyway, don't worry so much."

Vastahn smiled and put his arms around his wife and walked out, "You should be happy that you have finally come out to carry out important tasks. Once these werewolves regain their senses, they will definitely become our important companions in the future."

The werewolves that Arugal the Headless brought to Shadowfang Castle were all night elves summoned by him from the Emerald Dream.

Arugal had no interest in the half-blood werewolves, and stayed in Gilneas and let them fend for themselves.

In the lord's hall of Shadowfang Castle, hundreds of werewolves were gathered together by wolf soul druids, and Valstein walked up to them solemnly holding the Luna sickle.

When Valstein began to prepare for the ceremony with the shimmering Luna Scythe, Leiana and the others poured special alchemy potions into these unconscious werewolves one by one.

The earliest batch of Spike Druids were too impatient, which caused a big problem in the transformation process, and accidentally turned into a half-human, half-wolf and irrational beast like a werewolf.

After being corrected by Andrea's personal transformation, the wolf form change learned by Valstein is the orthodoxy that Goldrinn expected.

After thousands of years of development, the scale of the wolf **** belief in the druid sect has become quite large, and even Malfurion could not ignore this group of powerful claw druid branches.

Holding up the moon god's sickle, Valstann chanted loudly, "I call out in the name of the moon **** Elune and the wolf **** Goldrinn, my compatriots, come back, return to your people, and calm the endless rage in your heart." !"

Alchemy potions and rituals had been prepared a long time ago. If the rigid Malfurion hadn't agreed to take the risk of awakening the werewolves to hold the ceremony, Valstein would have thought of doing so long ago.

Since Arugal "kindly" skipped this step of awakening instead of Valstein, these subdued werewolves could just be used to test the effects of potions and rituals.

The cold moonlight shines in from the castle window, and gathers on these werewolves under the guidance of the moon god's sickle.

The werewolves on the ground began to appear restless, some of them twitched and shrank into a ball, while the other stood up from the ground with trembling hands and feet.

"Aww!"

The lonely and distant howling of wolves resounded through the castle, and soon the other compatriots howled in response.

Under the expectant gaze of Vastanen and others, the hair on this group of werewolves slowly receded, revealing the leather armor and smooth skin they were originally wearing. Except for the weirdly intact heads, most of their bodies were Turned back into a night elf.

"emmmmm..."

The expressions of Vastanen, Leyana and the others are very subtle. These night elves with werewolf heads look a little hideous, but they still give people a more funny feeling.

"...It seems that there is still room for improvement in potions and rituals, but they are generally successful, right?"

The werewolves looked down at their restored bodies in disbelief. Judging from their rich expressions and eyes, reason had returned to their minds.

"Welcome home, fellow citizens."

Varstein temporarily suppressed the sense of humor in his heart, smiled and opened his hands to welcome these werewolves.

"I'm Vastan Staghelmet, the leader of the Wolf Soul Druid Sect. I'm sorry that I can't fully restore you to your original state at the moment."

"But please trust us, and swear in Goldrinn's name, we will work out an improvement method as soon as possible, so that you can return to your loved ones with your heads held high."

"Dear..."

One of the werewolves with a scar on his face touched his furry head, and asked with a weird expression, "How long has it been since we lost our minds? How is our country? Hasn't it been broken by Sartre?"

Valstein and Leyana glanced at each other, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Leyana replied as gently as possible, "Thousands of years have passed since the victory of the Sarty War, and the thousands of years of the Dark Night Republic The development is difficult to describe in words one by one."

"I also ask everyone to remain calm for the time being, and we will do our best to help everyone reintegrate into society."

The scarred werewolf headed by it smiled wryly and reached out to stop Leyana, "Wait, at least tell us, who is the leader of the night elves now? Is it the high priest and the archdruid?"

"Yes and no."

Vastan took a step forward and said, "After the Republic of Darkness was formally established, both the High Priest and the Archdruid became members of the Supreme Council."

"Other members of the Council include Grand Prosecutor Maiev Shadowsong, Archdruid Fandral Staghelm, and Andrea Moonshadow, the speaker of the Supreme Council."

"Counting the supreme military leader Jarod Shadowsong and Shandris Feathermoon, these seven people are now in charge of the supreme power of the Night Republic."