On this day, a human entered Roland's Tomb. This was a scholar from Stormwind City who had long heard of the legend of the werewolves of the Twilight Forest and volunteered to transform into a werewolf.
Transforming a werewolf is not difficult. You only need to be bitten by a werewolf or drink a sip of werewolf blood. If you can survive the madness after transformation and regain human sanity, you can become a werewolf. Otherwise, you will be expelled from Roland's Tomb and become a werewolf.
Wild beasts wandering around.
Jaina noticed that the werewolves in Roland's Tomb were somewhat different. They transformed into werewolves through a specific ritual.
In the deepest part of the cave, there is a special room, which is a sanctuary for transforming werewolves. An anthropologist kneels in the center of the room, surrounded by candles. A werewolf priest cuts his arm and drips blood into a bowl.
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In front of the anthropologist, there is a simple portrait hanging on the wall. The portrait is of a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and nothing special.
The strange thing is that the werewolf priest was particularly respectful to this portrait. After worshiping the portrait, he muttered an incomprehensible incantation.
Hearing the sound of this spell, Kites fell to the ground, rolling in pain, and screamed:
"That's the sound, that's the sound."
In order not to attract the attention of other werewolves, Jaina turned Kits into a little sheep. Even in the sheep state, Kits was still restless and kept screaming.
"Who is the person in this portrait?" Jaina was suspicious, and she heard the werewolf priest ask: "Have you thought about it clearly? Are humans willing to bear this pain?"
The anthropologist gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind: "I do."
The werewolf priest carefully observed the scholar's expression and asked:
"I see the concerns in your heart. Please swear in front of the gods and tell us why you want to transform into a werewolf and suffer this avoidable pain?"
The anthropologist hesitated for a moment and replied: "It's the Dove of Peace. They are spreading the word in Stormwind City that King Varian is coming back and will conquer the Lich King Arthas. I don't know if Arthas is evil. Originally, I
I have my own little life and live a fairly stable life.
I have no worries about food and clothing. But once it enters a state of war and peace is about to end, my family will inevitably go bankrupt, my fields will be barren, and even I will have to embark on the road of war and bury my bones in the cold Northrend. Instead of this,
I might as well become a carefree werewolf."
The werewolf priest was silent for a while, shook his head and said: "The world is full of suffering, so what's the point of being carefree? The lives of us werewolves are also full of hardships."
The anthropologist sighed: "I don't understand this truth, but once King Varian comes back, Stormwind City will become a meat warehouse for the orcs. Instead of being eaten by the orcs, it is better to become a werewolf and endure the wind and sun in the wild.
At least live with dignity and please meet my requirements."
The werewolf priest closed his eyes and said after a while: "The god has listened to your prayer. He agrees that you will become one of us. You are welcome. From now on, we will be brothers and sisters."
The scholar raised his head and looked at the man in the portrait: "Please satisfy the curiosity of a scholar, who is the god in the portrait?"
The werewolf priest replied calmly: "This is our savior, the creator of werewolves. When the orcs crossed the Dark Portal, the Twilight Forest was attacked by the orcs, and we saw that we were all going to be eaten by the orcs. It was he who stood up and killed us.
We turned into werewolves and gained sharp claws. Even the orcs were afraid of the werewolf's curse, which allowed the Dusk Forest to be preserved."
Jaina's heart moved. It has always been recognized that the origin of the werewolf is related to the Scythe of the Moon God. The werewolf is probably the creation of the moon god Elune. Now it seems that there are other answers.
The scholar nodded: "I have no more doubts in my heart and am willing to become a werewolf."
After drinking the werewolf blood in the bowl, the scholar fell down in pain, his body twitching continuously.
The scholar needs to go through the painful process of transformation, and the werewolf priest orders his tribe to lock him up and wait for the transformation to end.
Jaina and Kalecgos took the opportunity to sneak into the sanctuary. They carefully took down the portrait on the wall. The portrait looked to be quite old. The two looked at it carefully, then turned it over to look at the back. Jaina
He frowned slightly and said in a low voice:
"There are traces of arcane magic."
The arcane light flashed, and when Jaina finished casting the spell, the hidden image on the back appeared. It was a hexagram, with six stars marking six names.
Kalecgos read the ancient text on it and said in surprise:
"This is the text of the upper elves ten thousand years ago. The six names are Asaji, the God of Thousand Evils, C'Thun, the God of Thousand Eyes, Yogg-Saron, the God of Thousand Throats, and N'Zoth, the God of Thousand Beards.
Xalatath, the God of Thousand Mouths, the God of Thousand Faces... Hey, the name on this has been erased."
The brightness of the six stars varies. The brightness of the Thousand-Faced God is even higher than that of Asaph, and the star representing Xalatath is the dimmest. If the brightness represents the strength of the ancient gods, the Thousand-Faced God is even brighter than Asaph.
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Jaina stretched out her hand and brushed it on the six-pointed star. A faint gray light appeared on her finger. She put it into her mouth to taste it. Jaina took a breath:
"This is the chaotic breath of the ancient gods. It does not belong to C'Thun or Yogg-Saron. Yes, it was the owner of this breath who erased the name on it."
Kalecgos said excitedly: "Perhaps we have found evidence of the existence of the Sixth Ancient God."
Jaina shook her head, her pretty face slightly cold: "The evidence is not enough."
Kits had returned to human form, but he was still holding his head in pain. Jaina asked coldly: "Tell me, when did you hear this spell, and why does this spell make you miserable."
Kits said in fear: "I lost the Scythe of the Moon at Roland's Tomb and stumbled all the way to a nearby farmer's house. Sven's wife entertained me, thinking I could have a peaceful sleep. Unexpectedly, Medivh's black
The knights came after me, and I knew they were here to find me, but I had already lost the Scythe of the Moon, so how could I dare to return to Karazhan, so I hid in the attic."
When talking about this, Kits said with a painful look on his face:
"Yes, I am a complete coward. Right in front of me, the black knight killed Swain's wife and her three children. Later, farmer Swain came back and saw the death of his wife and children. He almost
It was going crazy. I saw Sven transform into a huge werewolf. The werewolf's nose was very useful and he found me easily.
"That was a terrible werewolf. I could only explain everything. Sven cut his wrists and fed me to drink his blood. He also recited a spell. Although the spell caused me great pain, it could not turn me into a werewolf.
Sven said that my bloodline could resist the werewolf's curse, because after drinking the werewolf's blood, the Black Knight could not find me, and then he let me go."
"There is definitely something wrong with this Sven." Kalecgos exclaimed.
Jaina said coldly: "It goes without saying that I know it. Let's go see Farmer Sven right now."