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The night is deep, but the village of Fenmu is engulfed in flames...

The villagers were mentally unstable; they had all become werewolves in shackles, each baring their teeth and guarding their own little patch of land.

Even if the village of Burning Wood were undefended at night, no one would dare to enter; going in would be tantamount to automatically becoming food for the enemy...

Archmage Arugal stood atop Shadowfang Keep, surveying the surrounding commotion...

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Shadowfang Keep was originally the castle of Baron Vasilyne, whose family had ruled the people of Pyrewood Village for generations. He was the lord of the village, and Lord Godfrey ordered Vasilyne to assist Archmage Arugal in summoning the Ancient Dire Wolf...

The ancient monster summoning ritual was a great success.

Baron Vasilien and the militia of Shadowfang Castle were excited.

However, what they did not know was that, as a sacrifice for the ritual, the flesh and blood of all the humans in Shadowfang Keep were to be offered to the Wolf God!

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The raging fire in Fenmu Village was particularly glaring under the night sky, and no reinforcements came to its rescue.

Arugal's plan is progressing smoothly; Shadowfang Keep is his, and the Wolf God's avatar is in his hands. Humanity will become his slaves...

He had already begun to fantasize about becoming the master of Azeroth!

There are already several hundred werewolves inside Shadowfang Keep, all of whom were mutated after being cursed or bitten by the Sons of Arugal.

He relied on the beast-taming magic recorded in the Book of Ur and his own long-term research and mastery of it.

Archmage Arugal's true target was the entire populace of Gilneas. By the time King Greymane of Gilneas realized this plot, before nightfall, the entire nation's inhabitants were no longer purely human...

Including the old king himself...

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Gilneas at night is the home of the werewolves...

How could anyone possibly come to their aid? They've gone mad... Only inside the Cathedral of Holy Light and Dawn in the center of the city, there are still countless worshippers praying.

They are relying on the Holy Light of the Scarlet Clerics to suppress the werewolf curse.

However, the effect was minimal, and many of the mutated people were tied up and kept under strict guard.

At night, all the believers prayed devoutly to the Holy Light, begging for the salvation of the ghost town of Gilneas...

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Since no one was bothering them, Roland led his dozens of henchmen into the most magnificent building in the center of Burningwood Village...

The church is not large, but it is solemn and dignified enough.

Countless candles were lit at night, their shimmering light reflecting off the stained glass...

Lorraine was curious: who exactly was enshrined in the churches of the seven human kingdoms that believed in the Holy Light?

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Rowling was also curious. He seemed to have overlooked the fact that there was no cross in the center of the Scarlet Crusade Church. In what form does the light of human faith appear?

Do these believers in the Holy Light know that the source of the Holy Light is actually related to the energy beings known as the Naaru?

Spicy braised food has no emotions, so it cannot and will not save its followers. The brilliance of spicy braised food only illuminates the pure light of humanity...

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Holy Light priests often claim to be incarnations of the God of Light. When they unleash a holy light spell, dazzlingly holy, believers will kneel in devout worship...

Some people have unwavering faith in the Holy Light, such as the current Grand Crusader, Dasohan.

He has been possessed by the Dreadlord, and his army and comrades have become his tools...

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How can a false holy light, whose very spokesperson is a demon, possibly save these poor humans...?

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Only death can save them!

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The master and apprentice snapped out of their daze and simultaneously realized that the moment they stepped into the church, their minds seemed to have unconsciously shifted...

He became somewhat agitated and restless, impatient...

Looking into the church,

There aren't any werewolves here...

There was only a group of men wearing black cloaks standing in a straight circle.

From Lorraine's perspective, all he could see was a group of figures huddled together in black cloaks, uttering unintelligible prayers...

These guys aren't speaking a common human language.

It wasn't Necromancer's language, nor did it resemble the high elf magic language that Lorraine had recently learned...

If you listen carefully, it sounds a bit like a wild animal whimpering!

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"Heretics! How dare you trespass into the Wolf God's territory! Only death can appease the Wolf God's people..."

Before Lorraine could make his move, the group of cloaked figures performing the mysterious ritual automatically separated, and an old human man, also wearing a black cloak and with his head exposed, stepped out.

His hair was gray, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared angrily at Lorraine.

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This old man hasn't turned into a wolf? But his eyes look strange... those eyes? They're very unusual. Could he be the target?

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"Village chief, please allow us to avenge the people of our village!"

"Yes, village chief, those damned undead are using their corpses to slaughter us... We must retaliate!"

"I can't hold back anymore! Waaah..."

The villagers wearing cloaks were all excited and restless.

Before the old village chief could calm them down, their bodies began to twist and swell. Soon, their cloaks ripped apart, revealing their muscular chests and fur-covered backs.

It even has a fluffy tail...

The black werewolf was enormous, a whole size larger than a normal werewolf...

"It seems to be Aruga's son!"

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"Wow, more than a dozen of them..."

These are the few powerful figures left in Burnwood Village, and the clue to the eye is most likely on them!

Without needing a reminder, Lorraine summoned over thirty skeletons to surround the enemy, and the two sides clashed in close combat...

Lorraine appears to have a numerical advantage, 39 to 13!

The advantage is mine.

However, once they clashed, the skeleton, who had once easily slaughtered the Moonfury elite werewolves, proved to be no match for them.

The lead son of Arugal smashed a skull with both claws...

The attacks from his own skeleton minions only left a few scratches; as they bled, the Sons of Arugal grew even more ferocious...

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Lorraine's skeletons can only inherit 30% of the original target's attributes, which solves the problem of short duration and inability to persist.

However, its strength is still not high; it's just an ordinary skeleton beast.

The Sons of Arugal were far more powerful than ordinary Moonfury werewolves transformed from militia. They were the first test subjects to truly bear the curse of Arugal, the wolf god.

They are also carefully selected elites with strong willpower, capable of perfectly bearing the wolf god's massive berserk power.

That's why they're called the Sons of Argaud!

Giant Black Werewolf, servant of the Wolf God...

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It hit a brick wall...

The twelve Sons of Arugal were keeping Lorraine busy... Even with his support, the skeletons were falling in droves; only a few of the twelve Sons of Arugal were taking significant damage...

In the center of the church, after the twelve sons of Argaud have left, a six-pointed star can be seen.

Originally there were twelve points, but they were divided into two concentric circles, with six points in each circle, and they were connected to each other.

The village chief was standing right in the middle, and there was a hole in the top of the church, through which the moonlight could be seen through the dome...

I wonder if Lorraine arrived at the perfect time, as the red moon cast its light...

The crimson moon can even reflect its power back to the ground...

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Inside the church in Pyrewood Village, the village chief seemed to be receiving an infusion of some mysterious power...

He too began to mutate, his body swelling up to a much greater extent than that of the son of Arugo.

The village chief's robe shattered into pieces. He lay prostrate on the ground, and the transformation began from his head, with an enormous wolf tail sprouting from his rear end...

With a long howl, a giant black wolf the size of a house appeared!

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Fenrir the Wolf?

What was the ancient wolf god called again?

The elves called him the demigod Goldrin?

The Tauren call it Lo'gosh the Ghost Wolf!

Aren't ghost wolves supposed to be white? How come this one is black? Has it turned evil? This can't be the wolf god; it must be one of its offspring!

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"Teacher, is now the time to confirm his identity? We can't defeat Arugal's son, what do we do? Now another big one has appeared..."

"I told you the son of Argaud was incredibly fierce. You didn't believe me."

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"Teacher, it's not that I don't believe it, I believe it completely now, what should I do, teacher?"

"You only think of me when you can't beat them. Didn't I just tell you to watch out?"

"I'm just trying to find your eyes as soon as possible..."

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"If you lose your eyes, you're just as blind. Don't let anxiety ruin your plans... Stay calm..."

"Oh, calm down, calm down. I'm calm now, what do I do? My skeleton is almost gone... Teacher!"

Lorraine fought and retreated, even summoning the skeletons that were on guard around her to defend herself...

The twelve sons of Algol are unstoppable!

"What to do? Nothing, it's hopeless. Run! You idiot..."

"Oh!"

Lorraine turned and tried to run!

A gigantic figure leaped up and landed at the church entrance, crushing the surrounding tables and chairs to dust...

A giant black wolf blocked the doorway, its eyes gleaming with ferocity...

Saliva was everywhere...

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