On the fifth day of the Prince's disappearance, the city of Gilneth was already in turmoil.

In the past three days, all kinds of unreliable rumors have spread rapidly throughout the city, and the news of Prince Liam's disappearance has somehow spread almost all over the city of Gilneth overnight, and the common people have spread rumors that it was King Jean who sent the prince out of the country for refuge.

They thought that the king was no longer going to hold on to the city, and that sending the prince away was only the first step!

The royal family immediately refuted the rumors, and King Jean, who had been in poor health recently, even appeared in the city square in person, telling the panicked people that he would never evacuate the city, and then the guards guarding the palace were distributed in various areas of the city, which barely suppressed the panic atmosphere that almost caused a riot.

You know, in the past 5 years, the sudden change in the situation in the whole Gilneth has completely frightened these poor people, and any slightest wind and grass will tug at their fragile heartstrings, although there is still order on the surface, but after 3 days of brewing in the dark, an inevitable storm has begun to surge in the city of Gilneys.

The rats hiding in the darkness reached out their paws, as if intending to snatch a piece of bread of their own from the ruins after the storm had passed.

But even though there has been a lot of noise in the city, the court of Gilneth in the easternmost part of the city is still as stable as a mountain, like the last pillar that suppresses the earth between heaven and earth, which is about to be silenced, as long as it is not chaotic, the whole city will still be stable.

"Lord Godfrey has arrived!"

"Lord Walden has arrived!"

With the loud reminder of the court attendant, King Jean, who was being treated by the royal physician Crennan, struggled to hold the scepter and straightened up from his chair, his wrinkled face showed a hint of heaviness, stretched out his hand to refuse Crennan's support, and relied on his own strength to move to the throne step by step.

As he sat down, he couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, and only then did he suppress the pain flowing through his body, like an old lion entrenched in his own territory, sharpening his teeth for the last time, to face the impending provocation.

The king is now in his 50s, and he has experienced so many magnificent things in his life, from the invasion of the orcs to the fall of Lordaeron, Jean has been a witness to almost all the major events in these ten years, but time is always so cruel, he is old.

The brave warrior who used to be able to win and lose on the battlefield with the bravest orcs is old, his shoulders are no longer high, but slowly have a hunchback, coupled with the bad situation of Gilneth in recent years, his original gray hair has completely turned gray, and he looks like an old man who is about to die.

Of course, it wasn't just time that made him so weak, but also that he had been in a bad mood after his most trusted comrade-in-arms and brother, Lord Darius Crowley, had mutinied against him, and he was assassinated by a mob in the middle of winter when he was hunting at the Greymane, the royal estate of the Greymane family, southwest of Gilnes.

It is said that after that battle, the old king almost lost half of his blood, and the prince who rushed to support him almost died under the dagger of the assassins, which shows the tragedy of the battle, and since then, the old king's health has deteriorated day by day, and now he even needs to be treated daily by Dr. Crennan to ensure his survival.

But even so, the old king's attitude towards the blood-toothed werewolf and the head wolf Lelar who invaded the country is still firm, like an old and strong blade, and he will never admit defeat unless he is completely broken.

"Ahem, Gao Frey, Walden, have you finished repairing the city walls?"

The old king looked at the two nobles who walked into the throne hall on the red carpet under the guidance of his attendants, and asked in a low voice.

"Yes, Your Majesty! The North City Gate, which was burned down due to the North Gate Rebellion two years ago, has been repaired for the most part, and it will be completely completed in three days at most, but our secret conversation has found something unpleasant, so I came to report!"

Lord Goldfrey took two steps forward, put his left hand on his chest very respectfully, and bowed to King Jean, although the title is a lord, but in fact, Vincent Goldfrey is one of the few remaining great lords in Gilneth at present, in the war against the invasion of the bloodtooth werewolves, almost all the big names of the Goldfrey family died on the battlefield, and Lord Goldfrey, who took over as the patriarch, is not inferior to those pioneers.

He led his family's private soldiers to guard the vicinity of Gilneth City for many years, and stubbornly confronted and killed the raging blood-toothed werewolves on the front lines of the war, and it is said that the 40-year-old lord was one of the most hated Gilnes of the first wolf, and Golfrey happily took it as a compliment.

But today, probably because he wanted to meet the king, he took off his military uniform and wore the traditional aristocratic dress of Gilness, the black top hat was in his hand, a decorative bayonet sword hung from his waist, his black hair and beard were neatly groomed, and his gray eyes shone with real firmness and courage, and he looked like a real Gilnesian nobleman, with a hint of Gilnessian arrogance in his elegance.

"Oh, what's the news?"

Jean couldn't help but be curious, although he had known through some channels that Goffrey was plotting to overthrow his rule, but as a ruler, he was not disgusted with the nobles in front of him, Jean knew that the wrong decision he made would make him completely nailed to the pillar of shame in Gilnis, and even the entire human history, and he never had the luxury of being redeemed.

But at least, the country should be put in Liam's hands, he is innocent, and the Gofrey in front of him is the best minister to trust after Liam succeeds to the throne, but alas...

"It's about the Bloodtooth Werewolves, Your Majesty, they've been acting strangely for the past two days... Walden and I went to the Northern Forest to scout and came to a conclusion. ”

Gao Frey took a few steps forward, probably because the news was too important, he lowered his voice,

"The Bloodfang Werewolves are likely to have a decisive battle with those mysterious Moonfury Werewolves in the near future, and my spies in Burning Wood Village saw Lylar climb over the Greymane Wall with the elite werewolves of Shadowfang Castle, and they also saw..."

"What?"

Gaufrey's voice lowered, and he was about to say something more important, and Jean's body couldn't help but lean forward, and at that moment, a cold dagger was attached to the old king's neck.

Jean looked up, still in disbelief, but what he saw was the indifferent face of Godfrey,

"Your Majesty, for the sake of Gilneis, please abdicate!"

“... Ridiculous!"

The first person to stand up with a slap on the table was the royal physician Crennan, who had been serving the king all along, and the most prestigious physician in Gilneth shouted,

"What do you want to do? Gofrey, you're in rebellion!"

"Shut him up! Walden!"

Lord Godfrey threw a cold word without looking back, and Lord Walden, who had been standing in place, strode forward, knocked over Crenan with two punches, and whined his sobs back into his throat, and the most terrifying thing was that all this happened under the gaze of the royal guards guarding the throne room, and the royal guards, who should have been the most loyal to the king, seemed to be turning a blind eye to everything about this rebellion.

Jean's guards were bought! This is simply impossible in a country like Gilneth where the monarchy has been inherited for hundreds of years, but it just happened.

"Hehe, Gofrey, I was told you were going to rebel, but I didn't want to believe it, but alas, you did it anyway..."

In the face of Jean's deep voice, there was no expression on Gofrey's indifferent face, but the palm of his hand holding the dagger turned pale, which showed that the great lord's heart was still not at peace.

After a few seconds, he spoke, his voice hoarse,

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I betrayed your trust, but I did it all for Gilneth..."

"Who is it?"

Jean didn't want to listen to these frivolous words, as a king who had ruled the country for more than ten years, he asked the heart of the question directly,

"Who promised you that they would help us solve these problems? You are not an ignorant man, and you know how much strength it takes to pacify Gilneth now... So, let me guess, to earn your trust, to make such a sacrifice against the glory of the Goffrey family, and to have the ability to put it all down... Well, the M7 in Urien, or the royal agent in Minethiel, or the Naval Operations Department in Kul Tiras?"

The old king closed his eyes and told all the possible powers, but Goffrey was silent, and finally, when Jean opened his eyes again, he sighed,

"All! Kurtilas and the Stormwind Kingdom's fleets are anchored in Minethir Harbor and ready to go, and as for Lordaeron's legions... They had assembled in the Hillsbrad Hills two months earlier. ”

Jean's gaze sharpened at this moment, "All?"

After receiving confirmation from Gofrey, the old king sat down on his throne as if he had lost all his strength, and he closed his eyes tightly,

"It looks like everyone wants me to die, it looks like I did make a really damn decision 6 years ago, who would have thought that the alliance of countries that had been scattered back then would unite again one day, and the most ironic thing is that they joined forces to kill me? Shouldn't I be honored? ”

"No, Your Majesty, they have long been united. ”

The Great Lord withdrew his dagger and took a step back, "When we closed off the country, the whole world changed, the undead scourge that you once thought was unstoppable has been completely defeated, and all the forces in the whole world participated in that battle, except for us... I have no intention of commenting on whether the creation of the Wall of Greymane was a mistake or not, but for now, at least, think for the whole country!"

Gofrey didn't press the palace again, but Jean didn't resist again, even though his sword was on the edge of the throne, he just whispered like a dying old man,

"And what is the price? Guffrey, I don't believe it, just because of hatred, or the feelings of fellow human beings, everything is an exchange of interests, so what do you pay?"

"Gilneth rejoins the Union..."

Goldfrey gritted his teeth, "The north of the Wall of Greymane belongs to Lordaeron, and the Isle of Atonement belongs to Kurtilas, and the Stormwind Kingdom is exempt from taxes for 10 years..."

"Stupid!"

Hearing this, Jean opened his eyes suddenly, like an angry lion, and roared at Godfrey, "You gave the land of the kingdom to the others so easily! Just to quell the werewolf plague? Do you know that if everything is as you planned, even if the werewolves are gone, our country will be completely reduced to the vassals of these three countries! You are so stupid, Godfrey!"

"But at least Gilneth can be saved!"

Guffrey stiffened his neck, stripped of all etiquette, and shouted at Jean like a rude soldier, "At least we can protect the rest of our people! instead of watching them be killed by werewolves, so that they don't become that kind of monster! Your Majesty, think of your people! I will guarantee that Prince Liam will succeed to the throne safely, and I will ensure that the blood of Greymane will pass on!"

"For Gilneth's sake, please die!"

As he spoke, Gofrey lunged at Jean, and the old king could not dodge the blow except to let the closed dagger plunge into his abdomen, causing blood to flow.

But before Gofrey could rejoice or grieve, a steady and powerful hand grabbed his wrist fiercely, and the great lord looked up in disbelief, and saw that it was the angry Jean, who was no longer the weak old king, but a warrior who seemed to have been given a new life and new strength.

His face turned into an angry wolf head in the writhing of muscles, his palm turned into a claw full of sharp blades, and the white mane sprang up on the surface of his body, and when the sharp wolf kiss opened in front of Godfrey's eyes, the crazy savage power almost made the Great Lord faint at this moment.

He's not afraid of werewolves, but Jean... The supreme king of Gilneth turned out to be... It's also...

"I don't blame you, Godfrey!"

An eerie and hoarse voice came from Gin's wolf kiss, his claws gripped Gofrey's wrist inch by inch, pulling out the dagger that had pierced him in the abdomen, his eyes that had not turned green proved that he was still sensible, and with a flick he flicked Gofrey and the stunned Lord Walden to the ground.

Jean, who was completely werewolf, moved his shoulders and said loudly,

"I don't blame you, Goffrey, but I'm not going to let my country be divided up like that! I will still give everything for my country. ”

"Whoa!"

The howl of wolves rising from almost the entire city of Gilneth made Lord Godfrey unable to help but look back, in the far northern sky, a lightning bolt tore through the gloomy clouds, and beneath that sky was an even more crazy howl.

King Gilneth reached out and took off his tattered robes, and more elite werewolves rushed in from all corners of the palace to disarm the mutinous guards, while Jean crossed the same bound Goldfrey and Walden, and he walked to the gate, his gray wolf eyes looking into the distance,

"Look, the war has begun!"