American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

Chapter 605 Selection of the Force Spokesperson

Upon hearing Goldling mention Rune's name, Constantine immediately relaxed, lying back on the sofa, looking even more comfortable and at ease than before.

Logan also put away his claws and took another swig of wine.

"Why didn't you say so earlier! Since you were invited by Rune," Zha Kang adjusted his posture, trying to find a comfortable position in the chair whose springs were half-broken, but it was all in vain; the chair was simply too dilapidated. "So, what's the matter?"

Goldling was very dissatisfied with Chalcedon's attitude, but what he really cared about was Logan. "Hmph, you degenerate bastard, just as glib as those damned sorcerers, utterly disgusting!"

But when the god of the wilderness turned his gaze to Logan, the disgust in his tone vanished instantly, replaced by admiration and recognition. "I came here specifically to find you—"

Wolverine could feel the aggressive gaze of this beautiful giant wolf. From his face to the muscles on his body, even—Logan felt that the wolf could see through his flesh and blood, and sense the metal skeleton within him.

"But you haven't introduced yourself yet," Logan trusted Rune even more than Zacon, but he was still a little puzzled as to why Rune would allow a talking wolf to come to his residence.

"I am Goldrinn, God of the Wilds, Lord of the Wolves." Goldrinn's voice deepened and became majestic. "I come from another universe, a world called Azeroth. I have traversed endless space to come here, seeking only a warrior who can become the alpha wolf of my pack."

"So—you came to me?" Logan raised an eyebrow, pointed to himself, and Goldrinn nodded.

"Rune promised to find me a strong and fierce alpha wolf," Goldrinn said, his voice filled with anticipation. "And you, Rune, you are the one I've been looking for. Your wildness, your resilience, your indomitable will—all meet my requirements for an alpha wolf."

More importantly, as a creation of the Force of Life, Goldrinn had a great liking for Logan, whose life force was also extremely strong.

Zack blinked, and after hearing Goldrinn's words, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

He looked at Logan, then at Goldrinn, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. Finally, he managed to stammer, "How could such a powerful god like you take a liking to Logan, this simple-minded, muscle-bound fellow?"

Constantine's magical skills were actually quite high, and he had seen many good things. Whether it was magical artifacts or good or evil gods, he could tell the general idea at a glance.

In Chakhom’s eyes, Goldrinn was a very primitive but extremely powerful deity. His existence was like—like the thing that the Native Americans worshipped, only much stronger than those beings who were already teetering on the brink of death.

If these factors were strong enough, the Native Americans wouldn't have ended up in their current predicament.

Goldling glanced at Connor and sneered. He understood Connor's unspoken message: this degenerate was questioning why he hadn't chosen the smarter version of himself.

But is that even a question? He is mortal with evil, while Chauvin clearly associates with evil all the time.

Moreover, Rune has already revealed his intentions: he wants to introduce the six Forces into this new universe, so each Force naturally needs a representative.

Both the Force of Life and the Force of Darkness favor Runes, the Force of Light has placed its bet on the otherworldly visitor named Steve, and the Force of Order will most likely choose the group of mages in this universe as its chosen ones. So what about the Force of Chaos and the Force of Death?

Constantine is clearly better suited to be a warlock who uses fel magic than a druid; otherwise, he would have made the druid class a complete disaster.

"You shouldn't ask me that," Goldrinn replied, and Chalcedon could even see the mockery in the wolf's face. "You should ask Rune."

Logan understood Constantine's disparaging remarks about him and punched the scumbag hard. Constantine's body had been enhanced by the symbiote, but he still cried out in pain.

Goldrinn took a step forward, his massive figure casting a long shadow in the room. "My pack is the fiercest beast of Azeroth, mad, bloodthirsty, yet powerful. They have defeated countless evil enemies, but could not protect the peace of the wilderness—"

During the Satyr War, the druids led by Larel Flamefang absorbed the power of Goldrinn into their own bodies. However, Goldrinn was still asleep at the time, and these druids were not prepared to withstand his wild power. Instead, they sought help from an artifact called the Moon Scythe.

But this artifact ultimately failed to help Larel Flamefang; they eventually became slaves to his rage, indiscriminately slaughtering friend and foe on the battlefield. Even more terrifying, any night elf bitten by a werewolf would also transform into a werewolf.

Ultimately, most of the werewolves were driven into the Emerald Dream.

But this was not the end. In order to fight against the undead legion, the Gilneans set their sights on the Emerald Dream. Archmage Arugal discovered the slumbering werewolves in the Emerald Dream. These werewolves were powerful and ferocious, and at the same time, they longed to regain their freedom.

So he gave King Genn Greymane of Gilneas an idea: summon these werewolves and let them fight against the Scourge.

The werewolves' power comes from Goldrinn; the life force is the essence of their power. Currently, the werewolves are indeed directing their rage at the Scourge, whose power is essentially the death force.

But Goldrinn knew that once the undead retreated, the werewolves would turn their attacks on other humans. That's why Goldrinn was looking for the alpha wolf.

After finishing his story, Goldrinn tried to seduce Logan, "Imagine that you will have infinite power, be able to fight alongside me, ride thousands of wolves, and roam the wilderness of another world."

"You will become the embodiment of justice, the nightmare of all dark creatures, the guardian of the wilderness—your name will be remembered forever!"

"I'm not interested in power and glory!" Logan shook his head. "I have my own life, and I have things to protect."

Wolverine is very satisfied with his current life—he is doing something to save others.

London is a huge city with a huge population, too many desires, and countless demons. Some of the things that happen here every day can drive people crazy.

Logan was willing to protect these vulnerable people. If he hadn't followed Constantine and witnessed these human tragedies, he might now be like Rune's adoptive parents, running a farm and farming.

Wolverine has been through too many wars; he needs a good night's sleep.

Logan, on the other hand, preferred to enjoy a moment of ordinariness and tranquility.