As Goldrinn viciously bit off the neck of the nearly materialized Howler, giving the dark wolf god a "guillotine", Lykanthos' miserable screams rolled through the Royal City of Gilneas like thunder.

.

Like a horn and an alarm bell, the werewolves who were still frantically attacking the Uncrowned One suddenly woke up at this moment.

Their eyes looked around in panic, like a hypnotized person who suddenly woke up at a certain moment and realized what had happened. The death despair from the growler was also reflected in the hearts of these guys through the connection of faith.

It didn't even take the tired Uncrowned Ones to launch a counterattack, and the werewolves howled and dispersed.

They ran under the moonlight, whining like puppies after being bullied, and even wanted to run away with their tails between their legs, but unfortunately they didn't have tails.

Well, the worgen of Gilneas do have no tails, which makes them look a bit strange.

In short, this scene made the Uncrowned Ones stunned for a few seconds, and then a cry of victory echoed in the positions of these assassins.

They won!

Just like before, under the leadership of the Uncrowned Master Black Shaw, they faced an entire city of crazy werewolves and a dark evil god from outside the realm and fought and won.

The dark future of the entire Gilneas, and even the entire human race in Northern Xinjiang, was changed that night with their own hands and weapons!

This is the kind of victory that the Uncrowned have been pursuing, the kind of victory that can help them strengthen their will in the darkness, serve the light and find their creed.

This is the pursuit and meaning of these assassins joining the Uncrowned Ones in the first place.

Amidst the cheers, the tired Tao Ya sat down on the blood-stained ground. She looked at the escaping werewolves and recalled the previous battle. For a moment, she felt that the outside world was so "wonderful"

.

Even a little too exciting.

If when I go back to my hometown, I tell the Shado-Pan Monks that they killed an evil god tonight even though they were surrounded by tens of thousands of crazy werewolves, those guys will definitely say that they are bragging.

But...

This is the daily life of the uncrowned.

Blake also looked at the assassins enjoying the joy of victory with a look of relief and pride. He took his pipe in his mouth, threw the dark anima belonging to Lycanthos into the anima container, and stood with his hands on his hips.

Maiev said:

"To be honest, when I called them, I thought it would be great if a few hundred people responded to my call. After all, I had just done the most evil thing in the eyes of others in the Kingdom of Stormwind.

But do you know how happy I was when I saw more than two thousand people coming to the Royal City of Gilneas at my call?

This proves that I haven’t lost my temper yet.”

The pirate snorted proudly, blew out smoke rings and said:

"I no longer need to envy your Watchers, Maiev, I also have my own 'Watchers', these people are the real 'Uncrowned Ones' in my imagination.

They will think when others blindly follow the mainstream; they will act when others are afraid of the dark.

They are hidden in every corner of this world, walking cautiously in the darkness, serving the light with hope...Ah, I can finally face them proudly and speak out the creed that belongs to me in my heart.

All things are false, all things are permitted..."

These powerful words obviously calmed Maiev.

Even though she originally didn't want to pay attention to the crazy pirate, she couldn't help but think about it. Then, she felt Blake's hand holding her waist, and another whisper sounded in her ear.

The pirate asked in a low voice:

"I wanted to ask before, you have been practicing the Way of the Moon Night God of War for 10,000 years, why are you still not in a complete state? What are you missing that prevents you from being able to integrate with the power of the Black Moon?

Come tell me, maybe I can help you."

"You can't help!"

Maiev shook her head and stopped discussing the topic. She broke away from Black's hand and said:

"You should take care of yourself. Look at Jean. He seems to be very angry. He is going to beat you. I have heard the stories between you and him. This is probably the last battle tonight.

The feud between you and the Kingdom of Gilneas is over.

Come on, Blake.

I will watch you being beaten by an angry werewolf, and if he beats you wonderfully, I will not hesitate to give you my own applause."

"You have had too much contact with me, and you would never have said such words before."

Blake curled his lips, patted Maiev on the buttocks, and said:

"Go, the men are going to fight like wild beasts, and the women will stay aside."

The warden lady took a step back and disappeared into the quiet night under the moonlight, and Blake glanced at his fingers. Sure enough, armor was the most annoying thing.

It really has no feel at all.

"Congratulations, Jean, you finally climbed out of the quagmire of failure, you finally crossed the long road in the dark, you finally found the salvation you wanted at the end of repeated defeats."

Blake took off his pipe and looked at the gray wolf Gene, who was dragging the Scythe of the Moon towards him in a menacing manner. He tilted his head, winked and said:

"Although this salvation is still brought to you by the hands of a magical person like me, your Gilneas is saved.

Goldrinn blessed your country, and a group of separatists led by Godfrey were also naturally destroyed by your generals tonight. The neighboring countries that are eyeing you have seen the power of the werewolves, and no one can despise Gilneas anymore.

All problems have solutions.

Queen Mia, who you sent out on your own initiative, also walked to the throne with my help. Everything you planned has been realized, and you can finally let go of the heavy burden in your heart.

There are so many things to be happy about, why bother with a sad face?

Just smile."

"You know everything?"

Jean shook the Luna Scythe in his hand, and the bloody gray wolf showed a ferocious smile, and said hoarsely:

"I thought I hid it well."

"The moment Mia appeared on my island, I knew what you were planning!

Do you think I’m just trying to make ends meet? I can guess all your little ideas with my heels, and I can also help you complete your ridiculous plan.”

The pirate sneered and said:

"I guess when you got the Scythe of the Moon God, you discovered that the Lilar Flamefang released by you was not a good thing, but you have already held the scythe, and with this wild holy object, you were also captured by Lekanso

Si noticed.

It's too late for you to withdraw.

So you decide to go with the trend and play a big wave.

Pretending to be a bewitched wolf king, pretending to be immersed in desire and unable to extricate himself, the Druids of the Sickle Claw amplified the werewolf curse and created a dark beast herd.

If they can succeed, you will have the entire northern frontier, and through the conquests of the Scytheclaws, you will expand the territory of Gilneas to the height of the Human Empire.

If they can't succeed, it's nothing more than death.

Anyway, I think you have tried so many methods but are still unable to curb the growth of the werewolf curse. You have long realized that the coexistence of Gilneans and wolves is the general trend of the future.

Taking this opportunity to let the Scytheclaws act as villains for you, completing the expansion of werewolves without your hands may help you have fewer nightmares at night.

What a cunning and cowardly guy."

Regarding Black's statement, Genn did not agree but did not refute. He just held the Scythe of the Moon in his hand like a warrior. The dark blessing of Lycanthos the Howler had just been purified by the moonlight, but the wild divine power from Goldrinn

But it filled this gap.

The power of the moon and the wolf grew in Jean's body, making him no longer weak.

But Blake's analysis is not finished yet.

It can be seen from his eyes that he actually appreciates Jean's operation. It is a hateful conspirator's look when he looks at his kind.

It was very similar to the way Viren looked at Blake.

That is appreciation for your peers.

"You deliberately let go of Queen Mia and your children. They are not the only ones you let go. Lord Godfrey's stubborn guys who have been resisting the coexistence of humans and werewolves were able to escape from the royal city because of your secret help.

You need them to escape and then bring together all the unstable factors that prevent Gilneas from becoming the 'Land of Wolves', just like tonight's decisive battle in the northern forest.

Catch all the unstable factors in the future, kill them, or transform them into the werewolves they hate most, so that they can also become part of the new country.

Who would attack his own countrymen?

Who would betray his own class?

If the enemy is stubbornly unwilling to surrender and it would be a pity to kill them, then we should find a way to turn them into 'one of our own'!"

Blake glanced at the Alpha Wolf's Edge in his hand, and then at the Luna Scythe in Gene's hand. Both weapons were related to Goldrinn, and he was already "hated" by Goldrinn.

It's a bit inappropriate to use this halberd anymore.

He waved his hand to call the black and white swords over, and folded them into a sharp Salamani in his hands. He took out his carefully prepared poison ointment and smeared it on the blades, and said:

"You are ruthless enough in this matter, Gene. You have no feelings for those guys at all. You are as cold as a wild wolf staring at the throat of its prey. This is also the part I appreciate most.

You cleverly took advantage of their stubbornness and let them send themselves into the trap you prepared. Of course, I also played a role in it.

I'm happy and honored to do this.
To be continued...