The old druid, whose mane was scorched all over his body, got up from the flames. He tried hard to pop out the bloody claws that Maiev had just cut off, and stared at the thing in front of him with the eyes of a crazy beast that had reached a dead end.

Flame Druid.

He has never seen this young man, which means that this young man became the Archdruid after he was exiled.

But he could feel the strange power of the black crow.

He scolded with a ferocious smile:

"Nine thousand years ago, when they needed it most, it was I who took this taboo step, and it was I who boldly embraced the bestiality in nature as strength.

I succeeded!

I created a warrior stronger than the weak Cenarion Order has ever seen! Even the hypocritical Cenarius trembles before the power of the worgen!

We represent the wild revenge of nature. We are the most orthodox natural hunters, but those idiots denounce us as heretics. They fear us far more than they fear the satyr demon...

but I!

It was I who led them to win that war when they were retreating steadily! It was me, the heretic and evil one, who saved my fellow tribesmen in Ashenvale!

What did I get?

Rebuked, imprisoned, exiled, forgotten...

You are just like me, little girl.

You also touch the power outside the so-called "orthodox nature" that they believe to be the truth.

You also embrace the taboos in their eyes.

Like me, you have gained transcendent and great power.

Anyone can judge me, but not you!

Today is your future, Druid of the Scytheclaw! They will deal with you as they dealt with me, as long as your teachings threaten the weak teachings of Cenarius...

The faces of those who sing your praises will change in an instant.

They will be eager to bury you in the soil, erase all records about you, and treat you as a shame that must be forgotten."

Against the background of the blazing flames around him, the miserable old werewolf let out a desolate laugh. His claws were growing. His condition was very bad. He knew that he could not defeat the man in front of him who had gone further than him.

of outstanding juniors.

But werewolves are not afraid of war.

"Come! Kill me in the name of the flame nature you believe in, and end my life that they call sin."

Yanya roared angrily, dragging his broken body and launched an attack on Black Crow.

Hisari gritted her teeth and activated the flame transformation. In the next moment, a burning flame bear waved its claws and fought with the old werewolf who was on the road to death.

Although Yanfang had been seriously injured by Black and Maiev, his absolute power was there. However, within a few minutes of the battle, Hisari felt the pressure.

She was beaten back by this crazy werewolf.

"not like this!"

Lelar Flamefang is now at the end of his strength. His body functions have been completely destroyed by the pirates' revenge execution. This is not a problem that can be solved by relying on self-healing.

He fought entirely with the wildness and animality in his heart, and his blood was like a warrior's death wish.

"That's not it... The power that the fire gives you is not understood by you, you idiot... Why is it a bear? This is the guardian of nature, but it is not the posture you should choose!

The power of the bear is the polar opposite of fire!

You don’t understand at all!”

Yan Ya roared, and slapped Black Crow's cheek with one claw, leaving three terrible scratches on the little sister's bear face. He scolded as if he hated iron but couldn't turn it into steel:

"You must obey the will of Agni and completely abandon Cenarius's weak teachings to you. Just like I embraced my animal nature and became a werewolf, you should also have a posture that is unique to you in the power of Agni!

You cannot embrace the future without saying goodbye to the past.

You idiot..."

Lelar's scolding made Black Crow feel strange in her heart. It didn't feel like a traitor trial at all, but like she had just joined the Druids when she was young and was guided in combat by the Skyroarer.

Yanya probably doesn't want to live anymore.

He also knew that he would never survive today.

Even if the Black Crow is defeated, there is still a stinky pirate sharpening his sword and his evil mistress waiting outside the flames.

They will not allow Flamefang to continue to lead the werewolves to interfere with Gilneas. Black Shaw has his own arrangements for this country, so Lyral Flamefang, a guy with a complicated background, must disappear here.

But even if he dies, he has to choose his own way of death.

"I will never trust them as foolishly as I did in the past, and I will never leave my destiny to Malfurion and Cenarius again! The fate of the exiles should be controlled by themselves...

come!

Come, little girl, carry out your punishment!"

The werewolf roared and pounced in the flames. The black crow, which was defeated by him, changed its form in the flames during the last move, passing through the flames in the posture of a fire-feathered falcon, and stabbed the sharp claws into Yanya's heart.

The loud roar of the eagle was accompanied by the werewolf's whine, and the fire gathered and exploded at this moment. The destructive power of the fire of Savras penetrated Yanya's heart like a sharp cone, and burned his internal organs in the next moment.

"Plop"

The old werewolf knelt down while maintaining the posture of waving his claws.

In front of his eyes, the panting black crow transformed into a human form and raised the burning war sickle again.

The firelight reflected in Yanya's broken eyes, and he looked at the black crow with blood on his face. In the ferocious farewell, he whispered:

"Beware of them...beware of those who sing your praises..."

"Um."

Black Crow swung her burning scythe, and in the execution-like swing, she whispered:

"I won't be the next you... go ahead, pioneer."

"puff"

The war scythe was swung down, and as the fire was extinguished, a ferocious werewolf head flew out, flipped in the air, and finally landed on the ground. It turned several times and finally landed at the feet of Blake, who was watching the show.

The pirate reached out and picked up the werewolf's head. After Lilar's death, the animalistic power faded, allowing the ferocious werewolf to finally return to its original posture.

An old elf with gray hair and scars on his face.

"It's so ugly..."

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Chapter completed!