Not human

When Regalo. Brown woke up from his coma, his body hadn't yet transformed into a werewolf. This was because he had been promptly injected with the werewolf virus inhibitor researched by Xin Jide and others. This potion could reduce the activity of the werewolf virus and delay the onset of transformation.

The old soldier felt pain all over his body. Although Captain Wallick had given him healing potions in time, the effects of the potions were not as effective as powerful healing divine spells, so burns and pain were unavoidable.

When he woke up, he only slightly moved his arm, and he felt severe pain in his shoulder and even his entire right side of his body.

"Hiss…"

He let out an unconscious groan of pain.

"Don't move!" A crisp, pleasant voice came from the bedside.

He opened his eyes and looked over. A young girl in a nurse's uniform was drawing a tube of inhibitor with a syringe. He had fought alongside the Valorant Federation's army several times and knew that this was the exclusive uniform of the female medics from the battlefield hospital, a battlefield first aid organization. In just one year, this kind of clothing had secretly become popular among the upper classes of other countries—of course, not as formal wear, but to satisfy the special fetishes of many male nobles.

Although Regalo was long past the age of admiring beauty, the pretty and delicate appearance of the nurse by the bed still made his heart skip a beat. However, he quickly came to his senses. After all, this girl was about the same age as his daughter, Melinda, so he couldn't have any inappropriate thoughts.

"I…" Regalo opened his mouth and found that his voice had become very hoarse, having been smoked by the hot smoke in the fire.

"Don't move, don't talk, bear with it. I'm about to give you an injection." The nurse's voice entered Regalo's ears, sounding clear and focused.

She disinfected Regalo's shoulder with a cotton swab, then aimed at the vein and stuck the needle in, steadily injecting the inhibitor from the syringe into his blood vessel.

"Alright, don't move, you'll be fine!" The nurse pulled out the needle, obviously very satisfied with the process just now. She put the syringe back, raised her eyebrows, and muttered to herself, "Not bad, my injection skills haven't become rusty."

At this moment, a medic from the battlefield hospital lifted the tent and said to the nurse who had just finished the injection, "Miss Akali, Dean Taric is looking for you."

"alright, I know. I'll go right away!" Because there were so many wounded, Akali, who was temporarily working as a nurse, agreed and turned to Regalo, "Take a good rest. We already have a specific plan for treating the werewolf curse, don't think negatively!"

"I know… thank you, thank you, Miss Akali!" Regalo heard the name of the pretty nurse from the medic just now. However, the news brought by the other party did cheer him up a lot. At least he hadn't turned into a werewolf yet, and he wasn't surprised that the Valorant Federation, which had repeatedly created miracles, could find a way to deal with the werewolf curse.

"Well, very good, take good care of yourself, you will get better." Akali stood up, picked up the tray, and turned back to Regalo and said, "The words you wrote on your shirt—are quite touching!"

Regalo felt embarrassed. As a soldier in his forties, he was even more embarrassed than when he proposed to his beloved girl, Sarah, back then.

He originally thought he would be burned to ashes, but who knew he would be rescued by the people of the Valorant Federation? But now that there was a real hope for survival, he certainly didn't want to die again.

Not long after Akali left, a Draenei priest entered the tent and healed Regalo's injuries with Holy Light, relieving him of the pain of the burns. After regaining his strength, he and the other infected were taken to the Cenarion Circle's camp.

This was a forest in the south-central part of Dustwallow Marsh. Originally, there was nothing special about it, but after the druids of the Cenarion Circle came, they planted a seed of the Mother Tree, G'Hanir, here and used magic to germinate it. In just two days, it grew from a seed into a towering tree and was named "Tadoron," meaning "Home of the Wild."

The Cenarion Circle's camp was located under the roots of Tadoron, and this area was already large enough to accommodate two or three hundred people without feeling crowded—one can imagine that Tadoron was already a giant tree hundreds of meters high.

Regalo saw some familiar faces here, including Edgar and Bart, the two wounded soldiers he had ordered Ron and others to send back to the camp before.

They obviously also discovered their captain. The two approached, both with wry smiles on their faces.

"Captain, you really tricked us so badly!"

"Yeah, fate is really wonderful, we would actually reunite here."

Regalo was a little embarrassed. He comforted the two not to give up hope, but he himself had chosen to commit suicide.

"Alright, I know I was wrong—but I was right, the werewolf curse already has a solution. We won't turn into irrational beasts."

At this moment, Archdruid Broll Bearmantle came out with a group of druids. He said to all the infected, "Everyone, I know you are all brave and fearless warriors, but the werewolf curse makes you lonely and confused, afraid that you will lose your nature, harm innocent people, or even harm your comrades and relatives, to the point of despair and wanting to commit suicide."

This was the case for all the one hundred or so infected in the Tadoron camp. It was not just Regalo who had thought about suicide or even taken action; many people were like this.

Broll said loudly, "But all the confusion and fear will end today, at this very moment! We will guide you on the right path, control your rage and instincts, and truly master the balance between wildness and reason!"

"Then can we still transform back into human form?" A voice asked from the crowd.

Even if they could become rational werewolves, no one would want to do so. Although after transforming into werewolves, they possessed doubled strength and agility, and had a strong physique and resilience that normal humans could not achieve, but if they could be human, who would want to become a beast?

Mammoths are immensely powerful, and beasts such as lions, tigers, leopards, and velociraptors almost stand at the top of the food chain, but who would be willing to give up their human identity to become a beast?

Whether or not they could transform back into human form was the most important topic for those who had suffered the werewolf curse. Everyone looked at Broll with expectant eyes, and he replied with a smile:

"Yes!"

Suddenly, the crowd was in an uproar, and all the one hundred or so infected were plunged into great joy.

"With just one ritual, you can perfectly control your human form and werewolf form, and you can freely switch between the two—the werewolf curse will become a talent, a blessing, a gift of natural wildness!"

Everyone became breathless, their eyes were red, and they shone with desire: "Then start quickly, Archdruid! We can't wait!"

Broll took out the Scythe of Elune, the key artifact for controlling the wildness of mutated werewolves, and the other druids led the infected to the three wells.

"Here are the Well of Rage, the Well of Tranquility, and the Well of Balance. When you drink the water from the Well of Rage, you will transform into werewolf form, but don't panic, this is a necessary process."

Regalo and the other infected listened to the druids' explanations. When they heard that drinking these glowing spring waters would turn them into werewolves, many people hesitated. Of course, the druids would not harm them, and there would be no poison in it, but these infected were already very sensitive and very reluctant to face their werewolf form.

At this time, they needed someone to lead by example.

Regalo was the first to stand up. He used a wooden ladle to scoop up the water from the Well of Rage, raised his head and drank it down, and then transformed into werewolf form in a long howl.

The druid in front of him reached out and placed his hand on his wolf head, and whispered: "May the power of the wolf god Goldrinn forever envelop you, his rage will grant you unparalleled power!"

Regalo felt his blood boiling. A huge white wolf figure appeared in the Well of Rage. Its calm eyes watched him, allowing the old soldier to feel much stronger than before. He immediately wanted to find an opponent to test how much stronger he had become.

After the phantom disappeared, Regalo was guided to the second well, the Well of Tranquility, and drank the water from this well again.

The natural power in the Well of Tranquility made Regalo's heart incomparably peaceful. He felt a peaceful and serene force surrounding his mind. The boiling blood just now suddenly cooled down, and the high-spirited fighting spirit just now disappeared without a trace.

The druid next to the well put his hand on his forehead and whispered: "Let Tadoron comfort your heart, just like G'Hanir comforted those druids who abandoned the balance of faith and became beasts because of the curse."

As the prayer progressed, Regalo saw Mother Tree Jani'il in the Emerald Dream from the illusion of the well water. The druids of the wolf pack, who had been turned into werewolves thousands of years ago and exiled by the Cenarion Circle, were all sleeping peacefully under the roots of the tree, appearing calm and serene.

The werewolves summoned by Archmage Arugal came from this place.

After the ritual was completed, Regalo was taken to the last well. He had already felt the magical power bestowed upon him by the previous two wells, and this time, he directly drank a large gulp of water from the Well of Balance.

The power of the three wells converged perfectly at this moment. He felt the blood flowing in his body, the balance between rationality and wildness, and the fusion of soul and will.

Great Druid Broll held the Scythe of Elune, releasing a green light that merged into Regalo's forehead, and said loudly, "Let the Scythe of Elune liberate beings that should not be bound! Let the soul control the beast, not the beast control the soul!"

The power released by the Scythe of Elune merged perfectly into Regalo's body. He felt the sublimation of his life form and discovered that he could freely control the transformation between the two forms. With just a thought, he transformed into human form. As long as he was willing, he could transform into a werewolf or a human at any time!

What did this mean? When he didn't want to transform, he was a normal human. When battle was needed, he could transform into a werewolf and gain doubled power!

"This... is truly a gift, a blessing!" Regalo cried with joy. "Holy Light above, this is all... too good!"

He was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

Regalo's transformation greatly encouraged the more than one hundred infected people behind him, and they immediately rushed towards the Well of Fury.

Young Edgar also quickly completed the ritual. Like a child who had received a new toy, he excitedly switched back and forth between werewolf form and human form. However, he quickly thought of a problem, and his face suddenly turned ugly. He found Regalo and said with a mournful face, "Captain, transforming at any time is cool—but I already have a beloved girl. Will this affect my offspring? She will definitely dislike me!"

Some of the other mutated werewolves also heard or thought of this question and immediately became uneasy.

Regalo glared. He didn't know whether this werewolf form had completely changed their life form.

"Ask the druids, they must know."

"No," a female druid next to him replied. "This will not affect your mating, nor will it be passed on to your offspring."

Regalo remembered that this night elf druid, who was half a head taller than him, was named Fashandra Stormclaw. She was a lady who had lived for tens of thousands of years. Perhaps because she had experienced many things, she spoke very directly. The word "mating" made Edgar blush.

"What is the principle?" Edgar asked, enduring his shyness.

Although the question he was worried about had already received the best possible answer, he really wanted to know why this was the case.

"In the past, we came to this conclusion through observation—that is, after two druids who have become werewolves mate, they do not give birth to wolf cubs, but normal night elf children. This is a summary of the rules," Fashandra replied.

"But after research by the scientific research team of Los Angeles, they found the reason why this happens—in fact, the werewolf is just a form of the druid. Although it is very special, it belongs to magical changes, just like we can turn into a bear, into a cheetah, but will not give birth to animal-shaped children. After becoming a werewolf, the genes in the body will not change. So the offspring will still inherit the original genes."

"To put it simply, the werewolf form is just a transformation effect and will not affect offspring at all."

—

Thousands of years ago, the Cenarion Circle had defeated the werewolves once, and now with the support of a large number of Alliance troops, this time was of course even smoother.

If all the werewolves had completely followed Arugal's orders from the beginning, perhaps the operation to wipe out the werewolves would have resulted in a lot of casualties. However, the hungry werewolves didn't care so much. They dispersed into many small teams to hunt freely and were quickly defeated one by one by the Alliance forces with their superior strength.

Arugal fell into a deep sense of crisis. He had found a way to control the werewolves. He created some special magic items that could command the werewolves as long as they were worn. Dustwallow Marsh was no longer a place to stay. He planned to find a safe place to start over. Anyway, with the werewolf curse, as long as there was a suitable opportunity, he could rise like the Scourge.

But what Arugal didn't know was that a group of top assassins had sneaked into the swamp and were preparing to come and find trouble with him.

Which country in the Alliance has the most powerful assassins?

Without a doubt, it is the Valoran Federation!

Even if Stormwind City reconciled with VanCleef, the leader of the Defias Brotherhood, and thus gained a large number of elite assassins to join the state-owned top secret service agency—SI:7, it still could not compare with the Valoran Federation.

Ravenholdt Manor was originally the most famous assassin alliance on the entire continent. After surrendering to the Valoran Federation, it became a direct special agent and intelligence department. Aiden summoned a large number of assassin heroes in order to destroy Silvermoon City's Manaforge and prevent the Burning Legion from obtaining a large number of mana mechs. Later, most of the assassin heroes joined this organization.

"The Demon Jester" Shaco, "Talon the Blade's Shadow", "Akali the Fist of Shadow", "Zed the Master of Shadows", and "Evelynn the Widowmaker" and other famous assassin heroes all served in it.

After Akali made a cameo as a nurse giving injections to the wounded, she began to fulfill her real mission—to find and assassinate Archmage Arugal, who was hiding in the swamp!

This was a competition between top assassins. Several heroes joined in, and even "Ahri the Nine-Tailed Fox" went to join in the fun. Although she was not a true assassin who could stealth, she had always played such a role.

"I wonder if Arugal will be an old pervert?"

Ahri blatantly strolled through the swamp, not worried about being attacked by werewolves at all.

In fact, along the way, many werewolves had discovered her, but these beastly werewolves would rather attack regular troops than provoke this female creature exuding a dangerous aura—these werewolves, who were once druids, although they lost their rationality after transforming, they also possessed a wild intuition that most humans did not have. This intuition strongly reminded them that this seemingly delicate woman was not easy to mess with!

The fact was also true. Wherever Ahri passed, even the werewolves hunting in groups automatically avoided her, making it impossible for her to have a warm-up match before finding Arugal.

"What a bunch of timid wolf cubs." Ahri shook her head. She looked around, appearing nonchalant. Anyway, assassinating Arugal was not her mission. She was just bored of staying in Los Angeles and wanted to go out for a walk.

However, if she could capture Arugal by the way, it would be a surprise.

Holding such thoughts, compared to the other heroes who were displaying their tracking skills to the fullest, wanting to find Arugal as soon as possible and prove that they were better than others, she seemed very unprofessional.

But being unprofessional also has its advantages. Ahri's luck was better than the other professional assassins combined.

She didn't scout at all, just wandered around randomly. When she passed a forest, she found that several werewolves nearby were baring their teeth and driving her away with low roars, but because of the reminder of their wild instincts, they did not dare to really rush up to fight, just like a guard dog barking wildly but not daring to bite.

Ahri was annoyed by the sound, so she bared her teeth in response. She glared her eyes, and the angry expression that was very cute to men scared the werewolves back again and again, hiding behind the trees and shivering.

After transforming into a human form, she rarely used such a beastly threat. Finding it effective, Ahri also found it quite fun.

"Cowards, boring!" Ahri sighed.

But she immediately reacted. Although those werewolves were extremely afraid, they were not scared away by her, but stood their ground.

These are werewolves who listen to orders!

Ahri smiled slyly, "It seems my luck is not bad!"