Galen's visit to Gilneas was all about stirring things up.
As the leader of the Alliance, Galen harbored resentment towards Gene's staunch isolationist policies and his passive-aggressive behavior regarding various Alliance initiatives.
If he could use this opportunity to annoy Gene, Galen would gladly do it.
He retrieved three vials of serum from his pack, forcibly pried open the mouths of the three werewolves, and poured the serum down their throats.
Eight seconds later, three naked humans stood before Galen, one of whom was a woman.
Being a good Samaritan, the Windrunner sisters produced a cloak to cover her exposed body.
"Tell me, where do you come from?"
Galen looked at the three Gilneans who had regained their senses and began the interrogation.
"As far as I know, while werewolves run rampant on the Gilnean peninsula, they are mostly in Silverpine Forest and outside the city walls. The defenses of the royal city are still quite robust."
If Galen and his companions didn't have Liam's royal insignia as proof, they would likely have been subjected to a thorough investigation by the city guard. Considering the strict security on the city walls, he didn't believe these three werewolves could have sneaked in from outside. That would be an insult to Gilneas's military might.
That leaves only one possibility: they were infected within the city!
"…"
With no one speaking, Galen had no choice but to take out Liam's insignia and pin it to his chest.
Liam's name still carried weight.
After a moment of silence, the strongest of the men spoke up: "Where is the prince? We recently received news that he was assassinated by a wolf in Silverpine Forest!"
"The assassination attempt was real, but the prince is not dead. He has already entered the high walls and will soon return to the royal city," Galen said, not hesitating to tell them the truth.
The man breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing that the prince was safe seemed to give him a sense of reassurance. He then began to relay their information: "My name is Walden. I am a lieutenant in the Gilnean Royal Guard. This is my subordinate, Rem, and she…"
Walden sighed. "She is a palace maid. Rem, in his madness, attacked her, and I was scratched while trying to stop him."
Hearing this, Galen turned his gaze to the Royal Guard named Rem: "And you, where were you scratched by a werewolf, or rather, how did you contract the curse?"
Not only Galen, but also the Windrunner sisters and Lieutenant Walden were curious about this question.
"It was His Majesty!"
Rem began to recall, a look of terror appearing on his face!
"When I was delivering medicine to His Majesty, I discovered that his curse had erupted, and he attacked me!"
Hiss!
Walden gasped!
Gilneas is finished!
"Hehehehe, hahahaha…"
A suppressed laugh could be heard. Walden felt a surge of anger, but when he turned and saw it was Galen, the back of his head throbbed again, and his anger dissipated.
It took Galen quite some time to suppress his laughter.
Good heavens, the werewolf curse is blooming from within Gilneas! How is this any different from the Raccoon City zombie virus leak?
Tsk, tsk, tsk, old Gene, your day has come!
"You should leave the city immediately. Prince Liam is to the north. Heading north will be safer."
Galen waved his hand, dismissing the three recovered individuals. Whether they could leave the city tonight was their own problem.
Galen then contacted Liam and Liral remotely, instructing them to gather their forces and enter the royal city as soon as possible. Although Galen seemed to be enjoying the spectacle, his animosity was directed solely at Gene. The common people were innocent, and he would save as many as he could.
Galen led the Windrunner sisters towards the Gilnean Royal Palace. By this time, the sky had completely darkened, and even raindrops had begun to fall. Not a single person could be seen on the streets. The common people dared not venture out alone at night, making the entire grand city of Gilneas seem like an abandoned ghost town.
This was actually a good thing. After all, when the curse erupted, locking the doors at home would at least increase safety.
After all, if ordinary people were scratched by a werewolf's claws, they would be unable to resist the infection and would quickly become new werewolves. The speed at which the werewolf curse spread was far more terrifying than a biohazard like the undead.
Soon, Galen and his companions entered the church district of Gilneas, where the Holy Light Church had established the Holy Light Dawn Cathedral.
Furthermore, Galen was surprised to find the banner of the Knights of the Silver Hand in the cathedral, indicating that a contingent of Holy Knights from the Arathi diocese was stationed here!
This surprised Galen. If they were truly Holy Knights under his command, then in these turbulent times, the church district would be the safest place in all of Gilneas.
Galen climbed over the wall and entered the cathedral. After revealing his identity, he met with the person in charge of the Holy Knights and learned from him that this small team had been sent by Gavinrad to serve as a guidance group for selecting and training Paladin apprentices in the Gilneas diocese.
This guidance was secured by Prince Liam three years ago, but the person in charge stated that the Gilneans were quite xenophobic, and his work had not progressed smoothly. The instructors' activities were limited to the church district.
It was only in the last two years, with the werewolf crisis causing panic among the people of Gilneas, that the number of people coming to the church to pray and seek blessings for their loved ones surged, which led to an increase in the number of Paladin apprentice candidates.
Galen glanced at this unfortunate fellow. He was definitely one who was not valued in the Arathi diocese. However, Galen did not care about interpersonal relationships or worldly affairs among his subordinates, as long as there was no vicious competition.
He ordered the person in charge to immediately organize all armed forces and rely on the high walls and river to block the werewolf packs outside the church district, while protecting the safety of the church and, when necessary, taking in refugees.
Following which, Galen and his companions passed through the church district and continued along the main road towards the Gilneas Palace.
When they reached the north gate of the palace, the scene of devastation shocked Galen. The palace walls were covered in blood and severed limbs, and the ground was about to be stained red with blood.
Alleria and Sylvanas stepped forward and carefully examined the cut marks on these limbs before informing Galen: "These corpses all have signs of being mauled by beasts. The cuts on the severed limbs are uneven, likely severed by the claws of werewolves!"
The Windrunner sisters were both elites among the rangers and often operated in Eversong Woods. They could not be fooled by such signs of beast attacks.
"Alright, switch to stealth mode and continue forward. Let's take a look inside the palace." A great battle had occurred at the north gate of the palace, indicating that the curse had completely spread within the palace.
Galen activated Shadow Veil and led the Windrunner sisters deeper. Soon, they saw more than a dozen black shadows on the palace walls and palace rooftops, howling fiercely at the full moon!
High-ranking!
More than a dozen high-ranking!
From this, one can see the enhancement of the werewolf curse on the human body. Werewolves transformed from elite warriors, whether in strength or combat skills, far surpass ordinary people. However, it doesn't matter; in the end, these hundreds of thousands of werewolves will become the source of soldiers for the War Wolf Legion.
Thinking of this, Galen was faintly excited. However, he didn't continue to pay attention to those werewolves. Instead, he continued searching for the main hall of Gilneas's royal court, needing to determine Genn's location.
At this moment, within the inner court of Gilneas, Genn, who had recovered from the werewolf's berserk state, was leading the last of the royal guards to defend the final palace courtyard!
Because his transformation into a werewolf had caused his clothes to explode, King Genn was currently bare-chested, barefoot, and only had a pair of trousers on his lower body.
Although Genn Greymane was nearly sixty years old, his physique was still as strong as a bear. He was not handsome in appearance, with a meticulously trimmed short beard on his chin. A long career as king had given him a dignified appearance and a pair of sharp eyes.
When the first werewolf appeared in the courtyard, Genn even took the lead, rushing forward with a speed rare for someone of his age, and piercing the werewolf's chest with his rapier.
Although werewolves can be considered extraordinary creatures, severing their heads or hitting their heart will still cause immediate death.
The werewolf's heart was pierced, and hot blood splattered all over Genn.
Like Thoras and Llane, old Genn was not a pampered king. He began practicing combat skills when he was young, and he was also quite skilled in using Gilneas's traditional firearms.
Furthermore, being able to adhere to an isolationist policy, believing that his own country was fully capable of resolving all crises, showed he was a very capable king.
He also cared deeply for the people of Gilneas and worked hard to develop the country. It was just a pity that his political vision was limited to the country of Gilneas.
"You should break through, King of Gilneas!"
A night elf woman with violet skin was advising Genn from behind. She was Belissa, a priestess of the night elves.
It was she who had successfully helped King Greymane suppress the wild, feral power of the werewolf, allowing him to return to human form.
"King of Gilneas…"
Genn muttered to himself with a gloomy expression, "I'm afraid I won't be for long, Priestess! We are cursed and will continue to live under the curse in the future!"
"There is still a chance!"
Belissa blurted out, "I know that Ralaar Fangfire is also within Gilneas. He was the first druid in Azeroth to transform into a werewolf. I have seen him. He has successfully suppressed the wildness within him and can freely control that wild power of nature!"
"But!"
Genn interrupted the priestess, a flash of anger in his eyes.
"He was also the one who kidnapped Krennan and made the situation deteriorate to what it is now!"
Krennan had been dedicated to researching a serum to suppress the werewolf's wild power. He had also successfully used the serum to temporarily suppress the negative effects of the curse within Genn's body.
As a result, that night elf unreasonably infiltrated the palace and took Krennan away. This led to Genn no longer having the new serum, and Krennan's apprentice was too clumsy, the serum they made was not effective enough, which led to Genn miscalculating the time he would remain conscious!
"…" Belissa was speechless. She knew the reason why Ralaar did this. He was resentful, resentful of Malfurion, resentful of the Cenarion Circle.
Regarding this, the priestess was also helpless. Eternal life made the night elves slow to do everything. As long as there was no threat to the survival of the race, a high-level policy could be delayed for hundreds or thousands of years before being passed.
And the main reason was that those druids were always sleeping in their barrows.
The proposal to suppress the wild power within the Scythe Druids had been delayed for over eight thousand years.
Perhaps Malfurion, Tyrande, and a group of high-ranking officials believed that Ralaar and the others were responsible for their own actions and that sealing them in the Emerald Dream was also a punishment for them.
But for Ralaar and the others, it was not like this. They felt abandoned!
This was why he was unwilling to see Belissa, an old acquaintance. He wanted to do it himself, find a way to suppress the werewolf's rampage, and slap the Cenarion Circle in the face.
In the interval between Genn and Belissa's conversation, the remaining royal guards had been suppressed at the gate, and countless werewolves surrounded the palace they were defending!
"Father, break through!"
A young woman wearing tight leather armor ran over with a dozen masked secret agents.
"Those werewolves don't have much reason. I'll lead people here to attract them. You take Mother to break through and hold the church district, waiting for Brother to return with the army!"
"No, Tess!"
Genn looked pained. At this moment, the safety of his family and the survival of the kingdom weighed heavily on his heart!
Genn looked at his young daughter. At this moment, he deeply regretted why he had stubbornly adhered to the so-called isolationist policy!
He knew that the one who now controlled the Alliance was Galen Thollbane, a magical man, upright and never using dirty political tricks like Terenas.
Moreover, this High King also strongly supported the development of the Alliance countries!
Quel'Thalas faced the disaster of national extinction, and it was Galen who led troops to aid and save the high elves from danger.
The divided dwarf race achieved the union of the three hammers under Galen's mediation. The gnomes successfully protected their main city of Gnomeregan with Galen's help.
He treated the alien races of the Alliance in the same way, not to mention the humans of Kul Tiras, Lordaeron, Stormwind, Alterac, and Dalaran.
Lordaeron and Dalaran, which were nearly destroyed, were rebuilt under the leadership of Stromgarde. Kul Tiras received a large number of ship orders. Although Alterac was willing to be Stromgarde's little brother, the rewards for those mountain people were also generous.
Even his secret agents told him that an underground high-speed railway running north and south through the Eastern Kingdoms was being planned and built. Currently, it runs south through the royal city of Stromgarde and Stormwind, passing through Ironforge, Gnomeregan, and Blackrock Depths.
The northern route of Alterac City is nearing completion, and the next stage is about to be excavated towards Lordaeron!
Genn knew what that meant!
That was an extremely important lifeline!
If there was such a lifeline connecting Stromgarde in Gilneas City at this moment!
Then he would not face such a difficult decision at all, and he could directly ask Stromgarde for help!
Genn understood!
He was wrong!
Completely wrong!
While Gilneas was isolated, the whole world had changed.
The sudden strength of the Alliance allowed them to completely defeat the Scourge in their base camp.
The Scourge plague on Lordaeron was completely purified.
The only thing that made Genn happy was that he had a good son.
For so many years, he had been withstanding his pressure and interacting with the princes of the Alliance, and strongly criticized his own policies, leading Gilneas to rejoin the Alliance, and even divided a share of the pie in Northrend!
Otherwise, Gilneas, which withdrew from the Alliance, would not have any capital to bargain with the Alliance now!
"Tess! I order you to take your mother and break through from the south! Go find your brother and tell him that he is the next King of Gilneas!"
Genn decided to leave a spark for Gilneas with his own life.
Under his orders, the secret agents guarding Princess Tess took her away by force.
"Priestess Belissa, you should leave too, take your people to find my Royal Apothecary, the hope of Gilneas depends on you, the next king will listen to your opinion!"
Belissa took a painful look at this resolute King of Gilneas, blew the whistle on her lips, and then dozens of cheetahs, giant bears, and storm crows gathered from all directions towards the palace gate where Belissa was!
The night elves left, and his daughter and wife also left under the guard of the secret agents.
Only a few dozen Royal Guards were left by Genn's side.
He looked at more and more werewolves, without fear in his eyes, only determination!
The palace walls were already full of black werewolves, all of whom had been cursed and transformed not long ago.
From the current situation, all the thousands of guards and servants in the entire royal court have been transformed!
"For... Gilneas!"
Genn roared to the sky, his face began to deform in a burst of muscle twisting, and soon his face changed from a human face to a wolf's head.
The hair on the back of his hand was overgrown, his fingers turned into sharp claws, and gray-white mane quickly sprang up on his naked upper body.
Not only him, but also the Royal Guards who followed him also completed the transformation with the King!
Unlike the werewolves outside with scarlet eyes, the eyes of Genn and his guards were still their original colors, which proved that they retained normal sanity.
It turned out that these Royal Guards were also cursed like the King in that werewolf hunting operation, but with Krennan's potion, they were able to maintain their sanity.
"Awoo!"
Genn let out a crazy wolf howl, resounding throughout the palace.
This provocation made the besieging werewolves also go crazy, and they responded with even more crazy wolf howls.
"Come on!"
The total number of mindless werewolves was ten times that of Genn and the others, but Genn's side was high in morale!
"For Gilneas!"
With a roar, Genn took the lead to eject, and under the moonlight, he waved his sharp claws, descending from the sky with tremendous force, tearing apart the frantically surrounded werewolves!
One!
Two!
Three!
Genn, who was originally only a high-level powerhouse, already possessed the strength of a legendary rank after transforming into a werewolf.
Those werewolves were no match for him under his claws!
The werewolf guards closely followed their King, trying to maintain the most basic cone formation, helping each other, and cooperating to kill the enemy!
The entire courtyard was filled with the smell of blood.
The death of their own kind made the mindless werewolves completely enter a state of crazy rage, and they swarmed up regardless of casualties!
The sky!
Galen and the others, hidden in the dark clouds, rode on starlight dragons, quietly watching the Fight below.
"Tsk tsk, suicide charge, it's really tragic."
"He is paying for his mistakes!"
"He may not be a good king, but he is a good father and a good husband!"
The three people have different views on this battle, but this does not prevent Genn from abdicating after this redemption battle.
His own wrong decision will make him completely nailed to the pillar of shame in Gilneas.
No matter what his original intention of building the Greymane Wall was, it cannot change the tragedy brought about by the werewolf curse.
Soon, the werewolf guards behind Genn were almost dead and wounded, leaving only him, a lone wolf, to resist stubbornly!
His body was covered with wounds, and blood stained the hair on his body red, making him look like a butcher who came out of hell.
"He wants to die!"
The claws of those werewolves were covered with the power of curse.
After they grabbed Genn, the new power of curse gathered to his heart along the blood.
This made the remaining inhibitory factors in Genn's body unable to suppress the wild power!
"Not that easy!"
Genn is Galen's scheduled bloodthirsty successor, the raging beast of Gilneas, how can he let him die so easily?
"Sylvanas, Olea and I will go to control those werewolves, you go to subdue Genn!"
Galen handed a potion to Sylvanas, and then the three jumped down from the back of the starlight dragon!
Galen took out a staff in the air, and then recharged Gandalf's ice magic that he hadn't used for a long time, and a blue torrent of magic shot out from the top of the staff!
"Lingering Winter!"
The outer periphery of the royal courtyard was instantly covered with ice and snow, and the gathered werewolves were instantly frozen into ice sculptures!
Olea then pulled Sasdora in the air, and after a burst of random shooting, cleared the werewolves in the courtyard, and then she wanted to subdue the already berserk Genn with Sylvanas, but was stopped by Galen.
In the courtyard, the white werewolf Genn was already fighting Sylvanas!
Genn waved his claws that could tear steel plates, and kept grabbing at Sylvanas!
Sylvanas is an old legendary powerhouse, facing Genn, a new legend who relies on the werewolf curse to amplify his strength, she is not afraid at all, relying on her own agility to constantly dodge Genn's claws!
"Is that all you've got? Old wolf!"
After dodging a few times, Sylvanas had already figured out the attack speed of the white wolf.
In terms of agility, werewolves are far behind her, a ranger!
"Roar... !"
The white wolf seemed to be enraged, his speed increased again, and his legs kicked back towards Sylvanas!
Sylvanas held the Wrath of the Stars in her hand, and also used a back jump.
At the same time, after quickly opening the distance, she took out a special arrow from the quiver behind her: a hollow arrow!
This is a special arrow used to inject anesthetics to capture certain creatures alive, and Sylvanas had already injected the werewolf's serum into the arrow!
"It's over, old wolf!"
Sylvanas bent her bow, aimed and shot an arrow in mid-air during the back jump, all in one go!
Whoosh!
The arrow turned into a black shadow and hit Genn's right shoulder, and the serum quickly injected into his body from the arrow!
The berserk old wolf didn't notice. He reached out with his sharp claws and snapped off the tail of the arrow. He didn't care about the remaining half of the arrow that had entered his body and continued to charge towards Sylvanas!
"Eight!"
"Seven!"
"..."
"One!"
Genn's wolf feet began to stagger, and the white fur on his back began to recede, revealing his human spine!
"Bang!"
As the wild natural power in his body was suppressed by the serum, he collapsed exhaustedly on the lawn of the courtyard!
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
Galen clapped for Sylvanas from the side, with a meaningful smile on his face.
"Just a Legendary-rank relying on external forces, what's there to praise?"
Sylvanas put away Stars' Fury, expressing her incomprehension of Galen's strange behavior.
Galen smiled and didn't explain too much about this battle of fate.
He stepped forward and grabbed the unconscious Genn, taking Sylvanas and Alleria away from the Gilneas City in a burst of white light.
Far away at the Greymane Wall, Liam, after receiving Galen's notification, no longer felt the pain from his recently healed wounds, and ignored the tenderness of his little girlfriend, immediately starting to gather the army.
Fortunately, to guard against the Bloodfang worgen in Shadowfang Keep, half of Gilneas' army was stationed under the high wall. Darius and a group of lords also gathered their private soldiers as soon as they heard about the changes in the royal city!
It's just that these nobles were anxious, after all, it was more than 400 kilometers in a straight line from the Greymane Wall to Gilneas City in the center of the peninsula. If they rushed over, who knows what the royal city would become!
Gilneas Peninsula The Gilneas Peninsula is an irregular circle. It doesn't look big, but in fact, its area is not smaller than the Iberian Peninsula of Blue Star in his previous life. Except for the northern part connected to Silverpine Forest, the entire territory is surrounded by the sea.
Originally, such a good geographical environment should have allowed them to vigorously develop the navy like Kul Tiras, and they would most likely be able to form an invincible fleet.
Unfortunately, a special kind of reef, "Biting Reef," grows around this long coastline, which restricts the development of maritime trade in the Kingdom of Gilneas. However, these reefs also protect the coastline of Gilneas, preventing not only their own country's ships from going out, but also other navies from entering.
With such a geographical environment, as long as the passage between the peninsula and Silverpine Forest is sealed, it would be a safe house!
The Greymane family did just that. Starting with Genn's father, the planning of this high wall had already begun, and it was completed in this generation.
The 30,000 troops on the Gilneas border quickly completed their assembly. They probably wouldn't have been so efficient even when facing an orc invasion or a Scourge invasion.
Just as they were about to start a forced march, their prince, Liam, stepped forward and stopped Darius' order.
Just as all the soldiers were puzzled, Liam ordered the entire army to be arranged in dense formations, unit by unit.
Although everyone was confused, Prince Liam had accumulated enough prestige over the years, so the Gilneas army obediently followed the order.
Once everything was ready, Liam waved his hand, and members of his guard each carried a white scroll into each army formation and tore it open!
After a burst of white light, the 30,000 troops disappeared from the northern border of the kingdom. When they opened their eyes again, they saw the walls of Gilneas City in front of them!
At this moment, Gilneas City was burning, smoke slid through the alleys, and the sound of artillery fire echoed in the sky.
Liam stood in the forest north of the city, looking at the city walls from afar. When he was a child, he stood there with his father, admiring the orange sunset, and he also stood there, admiring this magnificent city.
And now, this city was in crisis.
Worgen were rampaging in the city, but judging from the density of the smoke, there was still resistance in the city. After all, according to the news from Galen, this crisis occurred in the royal palace.
The fall of the royal palace does not represent the paralysis of the entire country. The bloodline of the Greymane family still has Liam, and Lord Vincent Godfrey, who commands the city guard, is a capable minister, and he will make the right response!
What really worried Liam was his father, mother, and sister!
The anxious prince led the army through the city gate one after another, which calmed the panicked people in the city a little. After all, they originally thought that the royal city was the safest place in the entire Gilneas, but the chaos first occurred in the royal palace, which completely frightened these poor people!
Liam also felt the atmosphere in the city. He asked the nobles to lead the soldiers of each legion to various areas of the city for defense, which barely suppressed the panicky atmosphere in the city.
Then Liam and High Lord Darius led the most elite troops along the central Kingdom Avenue, and soon saw Lord Godfrey and a large number of city guards at the end of the street!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The dense sound of gunfire resounded throughout the street. Gilneas' traditional huntsmen were the best in the Alliance at using firearms, only slightly inferior to naval Kul Tiras.
The charging worgen fell to the ground in rows, but there were many of them, and new worgen quickly filled the gap.
Moreover, the worgen ran very fast, and the city guards had to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the worgen using bayonet-equipped muskets!
Seeing that the number of city guards was getting smaller and smaller, sweat had appeared on Godfrey's forehead. Fortunately, Darius led the new force to the top, pushing the worgen back into the royal palace again!
"Lord Godfrey, what is the situation in the royal palace? Where are my father and the others?" Liam dismounted and quickly came to Lord Godfrey, asking eagerly!
"The princess and queen are in the Cathedral of the Holy Light, the cathedral district is currently the safest area in the entire Gilneas City, please rest assured, Your Highness!"
Godfrey wiped the sweat from his forehead and continued: "It was because Her Royal Highness sent someone to notify the city guard in time that we were able to deploy defenses here in time, firmly suppressing the worgen in the inner city!"
"Most people in the city were able to survive, but there are still worgen appearing in this area. After you arrive, we can continue to advance south!"
After Liam finished listening, his expression did not ease. He stared at Godfrey: "Lord, you don't seem to have said anything about my father's news!"
"The King, he..."
"What happened to my father!"
"The King is still in the royal court!
King Genn, whom Liam was so concerned about, had been brought to Windbreak Village by Galen.
Although the Worgen curse had amplified his strength, it only did so in Worgen form. Now in human form, the massive blood loss had plunged the elderly king into a deep coma.
"Is he alright?"
Galen asked Royal Apothecary Krennan.
As Genn's Royal Apothecary, Krennan was very familiar with his physical condition. "He's fine. The Worgen curse has already healed all His Majesty's wounds. The reason he's unconscious now is simply due to blood loss, coupled with the weakness brought on by old age!"
"He seems to be dreaming!"
Galen noticed Genn's eyes moving under his eyelids and raised a new concern.
"It's normal for old people to dream a lot. His Majesty will recover most of his strength after he wakes up."
Krennan put away his bottles and jars. He already knew who the great man was who had rescued King Genn, so he was very comfortable leaving his king here.
"High King, I need to continue improving the Worgen serum. Recently, I discovered that moonglow herb has a strong amplifying effect on the potency, but unfortunately, my stock is running low."
"Moonglow herb?" At this point, the Windrunner sisters interjected, "We happen to have some knowledge of this herb. We'll go help you find some."
The Windrunner sisters didn't want to face an old human man with Galen, so they found something to do.
"Go, go!"
Galen watched the Windrunner sisters and Krennan leave, then his eyes darted around, and he sat cross-legged next to the comatose Genn.
His mind sank into his sea of consciousness, searching for the dream authority that Ysera had bestowed upon him.
This thing allowed Galen to enter the Emerald Dream anytime, anywhere within Azeroth. He wondered if he could invade Genn's dream.
Let's try it!
Galen's mental power began to emanate outward, enveloping Genn.
Then Galen felt a surrounding darkness, with only a faint glimmer of light in the distance.
He tried to approach the light, and after passing through a thin barrier, his vision became wide open. Before him was a city wall, exactly like the Gilnean city wall he had seen not long ago!
He made it!
This was Genn's dream world!
Galen scanned the entire city with his mental power and quickly saw a group of fully armed soldiers guarding two people, one large and one small, on the Northgate city wall.
The tall figure was wearing traditional Gilnean noble attire, with a rapier and a hand cannon hanging on either side of his waist. He wore a black top hat, and his black hair and beard were neatly groomed, with a monocle clipped to his eye.
So Genn was so flamboyant when he was young, a complete gentleman king.
But soon he learned from their conversation that he had guessed wrong. This king was not Genn, but his father, the previous King Archibald Greymane of Gilneas. The child was Genn.
"Never accept help from others, son…"
King Archibald Greymane said, stroking his son's head, "It's best to stand on your own two feet. That is the difference between a great man and an ordinary person."
The seven-year-old Genn felt the warmth of his father's hand and reached out to touch the newly built city wall.
These walls were a testament to the nation's formidable power, but for Genn, the man standing before him was the most awe-inspiring.
"Do you think all this was built by reaching out to other kingdoms for help?" Archibald continued to instill his ideals into his heir.
Hearing this, Galen turned around and looked out. The densely packed towers of Gilneas City under the high walls were a bustling urban area. Large rooftops were spread out on both sides of the street. The shops, factories, and chimneys emitting plumes of smoke all told Galen about the city's vitality.
This was indeed a promising city, full of potential residents. Who would have imagined that this was Gilneas more than thirty years before the Dark Portal? It could be considered a world-class city in Azeroth.
As the saying goes, things are unpredictable. Who would have imagined that fifty years later, this city would be in crisis and precarious?
"When I was a young prince like you, my father wouldn't have dreamed of seeing such a sight! But I had such a dream, and I worked hard and created it with my own hands. Now look here… all of this has been achieved, without accepting Stormwind's aid, nor begging for Lordaeron's help. Nor did I bow down to the arrogant elves of Quel'Thalas."
Archibald continued to recount his efforts after succeeding to the throne, which had a great impact on the young Genn's heart, and etched the image of his father's unparalleled power in his mind.
"Now get up, child. Get up, and don't ask me to help you anymore, because all of this will be yours, and when you get it, you must be ready."
"It's yours, Father. Gilneas will always be yours."
Archibald smiled, his tone becoming gentle.
"No, child. A prince will grow into a king, and day will turn into night. That is the way of all things. Come, I dare say it's getting cold. Let's go have dinner. I believe we'll have roast boar tonight."
Genn quickly stood up.
Juicy and delicious boar meat, Genn believed, was cooked by Gilneas's most outstanding court chef.
That was the most delicious taste in young Genn's heart.
"Can I have two servings of boar meat for dinner? Father?"
"If you want to, son, you can have it. This is the lifestyle of royalty and kings."
The two walked down the city wall as they spoke. The last few rays of daylight whistled across the dark gray sky.
And Galen's eyes returned to darkness again.
Is that it?
Your dream is a little short.
Galen opened his eyes and found that the sky was already slightly white. The dream blurred Galen's sense of time. Although it was only a few minutes, it was almost dawn in reality.
However, Genn was still unconscious, his eyes still moving, indicating that he had entered the next dream.
So Galen once again easily peered into Genn's dream.
It was still Gilneas City, but this time the center of the dream was in the Royal Courtyard, and the time it took place was very close to the present, because Galen saw a familiar figure: Liam.
"Bang!"
Liam slammed his hand heavily on the table, on which a letter was spread out.
"Father, rejoin the Alliance! Fighting alone will ruin Gilneas!"
Liam tried hard to express his point of view. He was still a teenager, but he wasn't a coward who didn't dare to speak his mind. Although young, he had been on the battlefield and seen blood. His combat skills were no worse than those of the elite Gilnean warriors!
At this moment, Liam was very angry. He completely disagreed with his father's decision to close the Greymane Wall.
"You can step down, Liam. I have already heard your opinion on this matter. I am very pleased that you have grown up and have your own ideas, but I don't really like your way of expressing them," Genn said, raising the goblet on the table and taking a sip of the wine inside.
"What if the Scourge's plague spreads to us? What should we do then?" Liam continued to retort.
The Scourge's plague!
So this is the time when Arthas, wielding Frostmourne, stabbed his father, and then the entire Lordaeron Royal City became the base camp of the Scourge, and refugees from Tirisfal Glades and Silverpine Forest fled everywhere, some of whom ran to the bottom of the Greymane Wall, trying to enter the high wall for refuge.
If this were Stromgarde, they would have opened the Wall of Thoradin long ago to accept refugees. What is most important in troubled times?
Food and population!
That represents the source of troops!
However, we must also take protective measures, at least when accepting refugees, we must strictly screen them to prevent spies from the Cult of the Damned and plague-ridden food from entering our country.
"Plague?"
Genn took another sip of wine: "That's why the wall separates our great empire from other kingdoms."
Genn recalled his father's words, sternly educating his child, but he was already beginning to feel a little drunk, and this conversation was giving him a headache.
"What if these guys scale your wall? What then, Father? And what if we could have taken measures in advance to prevent such things from happening?"
Faced with Liam's stiff-necked confrontation, Genn stood up abruptly and slammed the goblet, still full of wine, hard on the stone floor: "How dare you question your father, boy? Step down!"
The goblet rolled on the ground with a clatter, and the wine spilled all over the floor, like flowing blood.
Liam was stunned, staring at the goblet for a long time before speaking.
"No, Father! You have to let me finish, otherwise I won't leave."
Liam was still making a final attempt: "Please truly listen to me, truly listen once. They are begging, Father. The people of Lordaeron are proud. They will only ask us for help in the most critical moment. At this moment, they are dying…"
"That's a weak request! Do you want to go there? Do you want to face those deformed monsters? Is that so?"
Genn's gray eyes were full of determination: "No, I won't let my son or anyone in Gilneas risk their lives. My father wouldn't do that, and neither will his son!"
"Always imitating grandfather. Always like this. It's as if you're not the king, just a caretaker warming his chair until he comes back."
"How dare you say such a thing, boy?!"
"There are other ways to think about it…" Prince Liam made a completely different choice from his father.
"When I was your age, all I wanted was to become a man like my father. This is the duty of a prince," Genn said sternly.
"And the duty of a prince is to one day become a great monarch."
Liam turned around and left with a look of unwillingness, as if there were 199 pounds of rebellious bones hidden in his 200-pound body.
"Alas!"
Genn in the study sighed heavily: "Go away, go away, get out of my sight! Get away! Child, you don't understand, the Greymane Wall will protect us."
Genn murmured to himself silently, and then staggered back into his chair.
"It will keep all outsiders out. The Kingdom of Gilneas will always be strong… forever!"
His voice slowly grew louder, as if he had strengthened his belief.
Then the light around him darkened again. This time, Galen didn't leave immediately. He was sure that Genn wouldn't wake up so quickly and had prepared for a dream within a dream, a chain of dreams.
Sure enough, the next scene started quickly.
In a dim Blackwald, a group of corpses lay scattered, including Gilnean Royal Guards and a large number of worgen with black sideburns.
Most of the worgen died from gunshot wounds. They had large and small trumpet-shaped wounds on their chests, which were wounds caused by muzzle-loading guns.
This time, the timeline was closer to the present. The worgen curse had already broken out in Gilneas.
Galen remembered that from then on, every full moon night, Genn would launch a hunting operation. It was a secret that only existed among the nobles and could not be told to ordinary citizens.
The Gilnean nobles who joined the operation would each lead fully armed private soldiers into the Blackwald, searching for creatures that most people thought were legendary, and then eliminate the scourge.
The hunting battle had been going on for an unknown amount of time, the heat in the corpses had dissipated, and the pools of blood on the ground had begun to congeal.
At this moment, a figure crawled out of a group of corpses. Galen zoomed in and saw that it was the master of the dream, Genn.
He reached out and stroked the warm, moist place on his shoulder, where the skin was throbbing and stinging.
Looking at the thick, scarlet blood on his hand, Genn felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!
He was injured, and bitten by a worgen!
Who would have thought that these worgen, who had never had much reason and only knew how to bite people regardless of life and death, would ambush his team under the leadership of a higher-level worgen!
Fortunately, the guards protected him to the death, and the last worgen was killed by Genn's musket, but before he pulled the trigger, this high-level worgen bit him on the shoulder.
A sense of fear ran through his body, which made the King of Gilneas feel sick. He was afraid that he would become those worgen monsters that he hated!
And he knew that once Godfrey and his other ministers saw that he had been bitten, they would definitely do what he expected them to do.
If he were in their position, he would do the same.
They would shoot him to prevent the curse from spreading further.
Thinking of this, Genn immediately wiped the blood from his shoulder and pulled up his collar.
"Your Majesty, are you alright?"
Soon, Lord Godfrey's shouts came from outside the dense forest!
Genn's heart tightened, and he immediately rummaged through the backpack behind him and took out a roll of gauze, hurriedly stuffing it under the shoulder pad of his clothes to prevent new blood from continuing to flow out!
"King, Your Majesty! Where are you?"
The shouts echoed through the forest, getting closer and closer!