Leilar Yanya is dead.

A tired and dark soul fell asleep.

Gilness's Wolf-Baising Cult lost its leader, Hisalie Black Crow seemed to have learned some truth, and Black got a collection that was not cool.

Everyone was very satisfied.

Only the rant who is entering the material world is very unhappy.

It almost watched its God's Choice fall into the flames. It's not that the dark evil spirit attaches great importance to the flame teeth. Anyway, there are so many werewolfs who have fallen into the darkness, and each one can become its choice.

The reason why I was unhappy was that these damn mortals dared to execute its spokesperson in Azeroth in front of it.

This is not giving you any face.

Can a powerful evil spirit suffer this grievance?

It has not yet fully entered the material world, but roared in the dark smoke that had already appeared in the prototype of the entity, and the low and dark wolf howl spread throughout the city in an instant and began to spread further away.

It is commanding its own pack of wolves.

All the werewolfs who heard this roar went crazy.

They seemed to have been stripped of all their will and reason in an instant, and stopped their lives no matter what they were doing. With the responses of wolf howlings, the werewolf began to run wildly towards the direction of the palace.

This is not a bad thing.

At least it saved the life of the old Hemit Nesingwari.

Just in the dock area of ​​the Gilness Royal City, the old dwarf covered in wounds had been tied to his neck by the angry Gene, like a blood bag oozing everywhere. He just waited for Gene to kill this annoying old hunter with his claws next time.

The only thing that is thankful is that the werewolf curse cannot affect the strange life of the dwarf, so Nesingwari was only injured and there was no sign of becoming a "wolf dwarf".

But this is also very bad.

The old dwarf already felt that he had excessive blood loss and had symptoms of dizziness. If he was not treated, he would likely die in this werewolf city.

But he didn't lose, he had already avenged his revenge.

Before coming to snipe Gene, he, his son and his hunting team had injured and put the big druid Isorarius of the Rende Society and put them in a cage.

The unlucky guy was also forcibly transformed into a sickle-claw druid by Yanya. I don’t know if he was disgusted with the rebellious Rendehui. During this period, Yanya forced Isoralus to hunt many animals...

This means that the leader of the Rende Society not only lost his own natural way, but also the concept of "protecting nature" that he had adhered to throughout his life was broken.

This really made Old Hemit, who had been tortured by Rendehui for decades, breathed a sigh of relief.

It even made him feel that even if he died here, he could be considered a smile.

"puff"

Old Hemit, who had closed his eyes and waited for death, was thrown to the ground by Gene. The old dwarf was thrown to the ground with dizziness. He looked up with difficulty and saw that Gene's originally rational eyes were completely confused.

It seemed that a dark force took over the will and body of the wolf king, making him roar like the crazy wolf cubs around him, and then threw down everything at hand and ran towards the palace.

Queen Mia, who was hiding beside her, also saw this scene. She rushed out anxiously to try to stop Gene, but was knocked to the ground by the bag thrown out by Old Hemit.

"Don't go over! He's already crazy! He can't hear you..."

Old Hemit, who was lying on the ground, lost his strength after throwing his bags. The old dwarf struggled to take out the healing potion he carried with him.

But with a trembling hand, he threw the bottle to the ground. Queen Mia, who crawled over, picked it up, twisted the lid and poured it into the mouth of the old dwarf with wide eyes.

"Ahem, His Majesty Gene is undoubtedly bewitched, this is standard mental control, I have seen beasts controlled by the Spider Demon Priest in Northrend.

They are all like this.

Unless the culprit who exerts spiritual deception is killed.”

Old Hemit, who had saved his life with the healing potion, lay in a pool of blood. He rubbed his mouth with difficulty and said to Queen Mia who was worried:

"If you can control Gene to such a puppet, the mastermind behind the scenes must be terrible! I don't think this can be dealt with by a hunter like me. Can His Majesty the Queen help me to the dock?

I left a boat there, we have to leave, a terrible disaster is about to break out in this city, so we can't stay here. Hey hey, listen to me!

Don't run!"

Before the old dwarf could finish his warning, she saw Queen Mia gritting her teeth and picking up the dwarf sniper rifle that he had just been knocked down, grab a bullet and chased in the direction where Gene ran away.

Hemit stared at Queen Mia's disappearance with his eyes wide open, and he wailed in despair:

"At least you leave me a gun, or call me a doctor to feed me, I'm almost bleeding and dying... Hell! Who will help me?"

"Quaguagua"

Just as the old dwarf was desperate, the croaker's scream suddenly sounded near him, which made Hemit's eyes lit up.

He crawled for a few steps and saw the little fishman running around sneakily with a large bag of good things, directing his fishman pirates to transport the treasures.

If you look at the bulging bags dragged behind these fishmen, you will know that they are definitely robbing them tonight.

"Hey! That fishman in pirate suit, yes! It's you, I recognize you. You snatched me a gun in Dalaran. I still remember it. Come and help me!"

The old dwarf was as if he saw hope and shouted at the top of his throat.

When Benbower turned around and saw that he had been stolen by himself, he immediately twisted his head right, pretending that he had not seen anything, and even louder scolded the fishman pirates to continue moving things.

The one-eyed old dwarf who was lying in a pool of blood was the most annoying.

"Hey, shameful fishman, I have something good for you, but only if I have to survive..."

Old Hemit was almost bleeding, so he could only shout in a weak tone, then his head tilted and fainted from the injury. When he heard the old dwarf say that there was something good, the little fishman suddenly became interested.

It directed several strong fishmen to drag the old Hemit out of the pool of blood and sent them to the fishmen's submarine together.

That's right!

The Gula Gula Pirates also caught up with the good times. The fishman submarine they customized in Mecagon had arrived and happened to participate in the Gilness robbery.

"Quaguagua"

After commanding the fishman pirates to put all the good things they got into the submarine while they took advantage of the chaos, Benboerba, who should have left with his own pirate group, looked at the direction of the palace with some concern.

After a few seconds, it made up its mind and stood on the dock and waved to the fishman pirates who were about to leave, and shouted a few more words.

It means you go first, I want to stay and see.

After saying that, under the stunned gaze of a group of fishmen and the old Hemit who had just been awakened, the zombie waving his arms and jumping up like a bird, turning it into an ugly fishmen crow as the natural light lingers.

Well, the crow with a fishman's head...

The strange creature belongs to it.

This is obviously the result of the fact that the druid's transformation spell cannot practice, but at least it has wings and an ugly fishman's head does not affect its flight.

In his very inexperienced and crooked flying posture, the Benbo Erba quickly disappeared under the night sky.

It was worried about Black's safety.

The dangerous warning of the fishman is telling it that a terrible guy is about to appear in the city.

On the palace, the situation is indeed developing as the little fishman is worried.

The werewolfs called by Lecansos had already begun to climb the closed palace gate. They screamed like zombies running in the dark night and rushed towards the direction of the dark wolf god.

The only difference between them and zombies is that these werewolfs are stronger, more violent, and more dangerous.

It's like an ant gathering...

Looking at the ground at a high altitude will make your scalp numb.

As the smelly pirate Black at the Eye of the Storm, he didn't care about the things in front of him. Anyway, no matter how many werewolfs there were, he couldn't catch him. He had some way to escape.

The only problem is that their uncrowned people cannot resist this level of wolf pack.

They retreated step by step to the edge of the palace platform to organize resistance. As the leader, Black must consider his subordinates at this time.

He leaned on the Wolf's Blade and whispered to the blood-filled Serra Yuewei, whose armor appeared behind him, whose body was covered in blood and flesh. Miss Yuewei then disappeared into the shadows and gathered the uncrowned people to retreat to the platform to prepare for the final battle.

Mavie is gone.

Obviously, the Warden of the Moon God was worried about the safety of Yuewei and the others, so he rushed to support the retreat there.

Compared with the stinky pirates, Ms. Mavi is really a perfect leader.

After doing this, the stinky pirate looked back at the edge of the platform with his pipe in his mouth and was resting, ready to face the Goldling spirit body of Lecansos.

He was very rude to blame the lofty and mighty wolf god:

"I'm talking to you, you have to learn a lesson about this matter, do you understand?"

"Ao?"

Goldlin, who was putting his head on his claws and closing his eyes to rest, mobilizing his strength to prepare for the last battle, opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Black. The lone wolf god made a puzzled nasal sound.

how?

Why is there something wrong with me?

And are you itchy? How dare you teach me a lesson?

"Of course there is! The cause of this is because you are not responsible, okay?"

The pirate snorted. He saw the unrighteous attitude of the wolf god in Goldlin's eyes, and pointed to Lekansos who was entering the material world ahead and said:
To be continued...