The enormous blue wolf head shook from side to side, and it wasn't particularly surprised. "You seem to know everything, Prince of men. I've never seen such a strange..."
Mid-sentence, it stopped speaking and refocused his gaze on Lyral. "My apologies, let's talk about Lyral instead—he has indeed committed irreparable mistakes, but I also bear some responsibility for these matters."
After sacrificing himself in the Satyr War, Aweil, due to his devout faith and kind heart, successfully returned to the wilderness, wandering as a spirit in the fantastical green fields of the Emerald Dream.
For a time, his consciousness was very blurry. Not everyone adapts well to the state after death, but Aweil was one of the more fortunate ones; his soul could return to the Emerald Dream and remain in Azeroth.
Even so, under the protection of the Emerald Dream, Aweil spent a considerable amount of time to fully awaken from his blurry state. However, in that blurry dream, he seemed to feel himself traveling to another realm, a place that felt like the ultimate destination for all Children of Nature. Yet, in the end, due to his strong will, he seemingly returned to Azeroth.
Aweil, having regained self-awareness, took on his current form for some reason: a pure blue giant wolf. Although he still existed in a spiritual state, the unique nature of Azeroth allowed him to influence reality.
Later, he learned that after his death, his good friend Lyral and his beloved Berylisa had jointly created a powerful artifact. Unfortunately, Lyral had also fallen due to his pursuit of power, becoming unscrupulous.
After the Worgen were sealed beneath the sacred tree Shaladrassil by Malfurion and Cenarius, Aweil had been guarding the sacred tree. He had originally intended to watch over his friend here forever, but he never expected that the moon god scythe would once again connect the dream and reality, allowing the Worgen to escape from their slumber.
For Aweil to stop the entire pack by himself would be a pipe dream, but he had always tried to return the Worgen to peaceful slumber.
The anomaly caused by the moon god scythe temporarily pulled him from the dream, allowing him to witness Lyral's crushing defeat at the hands of Arthas.
He marveled at Arthas's power, yet also worried whether this powerful mortal would abuse the scythe's power and become a second Lyral. But now, Aweil felt he might have been overly concerned.
Nevertheless, necessary vigilance could not be abandoned. Aweil intended to stay by Arthas's side during this time to see what he truly intended to do with Goldrinn's wildest wolf souls.
Arthas pulled the holy light chains wrapped around Lyral, lifting him from the ground. "Whatever else you have to say, save it for later. Without Lyral's suppression, these Worgen are about to lose control."
The Prince had already noticed that Velinde, holding the scythe, looked a bit grim. The strange moon phase in the sky had now vanished, and the moon had returned to its normal state, but the panting of the surrounding Worgen grew heavier.
Deprived of their alpha's leadership, these Worgen did not cower; instead, their wild souls became even more agitated.
Given the number of Worgen around, Velinde would likely be unable to suppress them, otherwise the Priestess's expression wouldn't be so grim. Noticing this, Arthas immediately contacted Milhouse.
"Get us out of here, quickly."
After speaking, Arthas then said to Aweil, "You should be able to find us. With the scythe, spatial distance is virtually nonexistent for a Nature Spirit."
"Yes, then let us talk later. These Worgen are indeed a danger that cannot be ignored." Aweil nodded, and his body transformed into a streak of light in the breeze, vanishing into the night sky.
The positioning runes on Arthas's and the others' waists lit up at this moment. He quickly walked to Velinde's side and asked, "Can you still hold on?"
"Perhaps." The Priestess replied with difficulty, "But it's best to be quick. These Worgen... are even more feral than those I summoned before."
Her strained tone indicated the seriousness of the situation. After all, these Worgen were all chosen by Lyral; the docile ones, like little puppies, would not have been favored by the alpha.
"Oh, my Prince, what just happened? The space around you was suddenly cut off! Thank the Light, I can finally pinpoint your location again!"
As soon as the magical communication connected, Milhouse rattled on, but Arthas didn't bother to hear it all, cutting straight to the point: "Teleportation magic, as fast as possible!"
"Yes, Your Highness, at your command, Your Highness! By the surname of Mana Storm, Teleportation Magic—"
Milhouse's voice stretched out for a long moment, and Arthas immediately asked, "How much longer? What's wrong?!"
"Now!"
As soon as the Gnome mage's somewhat "crazy" voice faded, Arthas felt the space before his eyes being stretched into a noodle. Everything rapidly receded, surrounding objects instantly elongated, then immediately returned to normal.
When his vision returned once more, he was back in the Secret Intelligence Agency camp in Silverpine Forest.
Casually tossing the half-dead Lyral onto the ground, Arthas turned to look at the others. "Good, no missing limbs. Looks like Milhouse's magic can be reliable sometimes."
"Hey, hey, Prince, you can't just accuse people out of nowhere! When has my magic ever been unreliable?!" Milhouse was immediately displeased, stomping his feet in annoyance.
Arthas waved his hand. "Oh, come on. Didn't you almost teleport yourself into the Dark Void last time? If the other mages on duty hadn't noticed the problem with your magic circle, you'd be floating in some corner of the universe right now!"
"Uh." Milhouse was momentarily speechless.
"When we have some free time later, we can talk about your magic. For now, we still need to support Gilneas." Arthas, with Lyral on the ground, said to Milhouse, "Have someone take this guy away and guard him as a high-risk prisoner."
"High-risk?!" Milhouse's eyes widened. He circled Lyral several times, but couldn't find any characteristics of a high-risk individual. However, since Arthas said to detain him as high-risk, then high-risk it was. After all, the Secret Intelligence Agency's cells were quite empty.
After Milhouse left with Lyral and several Secret Intelligence Agency agents, Velinde finally lost her grip on the moon god scythe, and the artifact fell to the ground.
The Priestess's legs went weak, and Tulani quickly supported her. Velinde took a breath, then said with a heavy voice, "The mental link... it's broken. Those Worgen are about to riot."
Liam and Rona's expressions immediately became incredibly tense. If all the Worgen surged towards Gilneas, the city walls couldn't stop these beasts that moved as easily on rooftops and mountains as on flat ground!
And this was exactly as Arthas had expected. Lyral was merely the prelude to this Worgen disaster. The true threat was the countless wild creatures slumbering in the dream, and the terrible curse they carried.