10 years ago, Gilneth City, which was a world-class big city, was known as the brightest pearl of Gilneth, and 5 years ago, Gilnes City, like a dying old gentleman, although there was already a trace of gloom shrouded in the body, but the whole body exuded a cold majesty, which still made Xiaoxiao dare not get close.

Two years ago, on the night of the rebellion at the North Gate, soldiers loyal to Lord Darius Crowley and soldiers loyal to the royal family fought fiercely in a quarter of the city, and in one night, the fire almost destroyed a third of the city, like a strong old soldier, like this country that has sunk in the twilight, terminally ill and incurable.

Tonight in Gilneth City, the last fig leaf has been completely torn off, and half of the city has become a battlefield between humans and blood-toothed werewolves, the last human force in this country, is struggling to fight the blood-toothed werewolves who continue to pour into the city.

Yes, this may be the sorrow of a country, in just 6 years, from a whole country to an exile who is about to lose everything, but it is also a tragic war.

The old king was dressed in strong armor and armed with a sword, and led the tired soldiers to stand in the front line, and the real nobles never shirked their responsibilities, so even the nobles like GoldFrey, who hated werewolves to the extreme, led their troops to defend the defense line of every street battle, and every moment, there were soldiers who were bitten by werewolves and killed fell to the ground, and every moment, there were new soldiers to fill their gaps.

In front of them, under the black clouds, there was a black oppressive werewolf surge, and there were green points of light among them, which were the eyes of the werewolves, like the craziest phantom in a nightmare, and in the half of the city that had been completely lost, the skyrocketing fire had been ignited, which was the last resort used by the people who knew that they could not escape to stop the raging werewolves.

Smoke and screams set the twilight city on fire, turning it into the craziest battlefield in the world since the end of the Scourge.

But even under this blazing sky, the warriors who resisted the invaders with their last strength did not flinch, because behind them were their relatives, and the civilians were being evacuated as fast as they could, and they, like this country, had no way back.

"Child, my child!"

A miserable wail came from the front of the battle line, and Lord Godfrey kicked away the werewolf who was rushing towards him, and the two bayonet swords in his hand swung into a silver rain of night, and everywhere the blade went, blood and death flowed, and he looked up sharply, where a child of only 7 or 8 years old was sitting helplessly on the ground crying, surrounded by the corpses of soldiers and werewolves killed in battle, and his mother, a lady in a long dress, tried to rush back from the evacuation crowd to save her scattered child, but was stopped by the soldiers。

Rushing back will inevitably kill both, and one can survive if you stop it... This is the brutal war.

The little boy had blond hair and wore a little black waistcoat, and he was a cute little one, but now, he could only reach out to his mother on the ground, trying to get her mother to take him back from this hell of blood and death roars.

A corporal rushed out of the battle line, but before he could get close to the child, he was blocked in the middle by two blood-toothed werewolves jumping down from the wall, he waved the axe in his hand angrily, but he couldn't break through the defense of the werewolf who suddenly appeared, and there were more soldiers who wanted to rush up to help, but they couldn't go, once they left the line, this street battle defense line that could not be supported with great difficulty, would collapse in an instant.

A bloodtoothed werewolf with its left leg severed seemed to smell the food, and it struggled to crawl on the ground, its sharp, black, bloody claws clasping the ground and crawling towards the crying little boy.

Yes, food.

"Get out of here!"

At the moment when the dirty claws were about to touch the neck of the stunned boy, a silver aura with a roar rushed from the front of the next line of defense, and the bayonet sword in Lord Godfrey's left hand was like a foraging viper, piercing the werewolf's head with a whistling sound, but in the werewolf's dying throes, the stabbing sword was also snatched from his hand.

The moment Gofrey jumped out of the defensive line, three black shadows jumped out of the bloody fangs, forming a triangle, encircling Gofrey and the boy he was holding in his arms.

Judging by the cruel glint in their green eyes, it was clear that they were wise hunters, werewolves in the blood-toothed elite, a trap... A trap for all officers, but a real big fish was caught.

With the boy in his arms and the bayonet sword in his other hand in front of him, he looked warily at the three werewolves around him, who were obviously not good, he took a deep breath and whispered to the child in his arms,

"Close your eyes, kid!"

The little boy looked at the werewolves around him with some fear, and grabbed the Lord's clothes, his voice was still very childish, and he asked,

"Uncle, we... Are we going to die?"

Death, which should have been a word far away from children, but now, a 7-year-old child has also understood the meaning of death.

A wry smile appeared on Gofrey's face, "No. ”

But the next moment, he looked up at the defense line that was already crumbling under the impact of the blood-toothed werewolf, and he clenched the hilt of his sword bitterly,

"Gilneth... It's true... There's no hope!"

"Whew!"

The three werewolves pounced on Gao Frey at the same time, the heroic lord drew his musket from his waist, shot the werewolf on the left hand side to the head with one shot, and raised his bayonet sword to block the werewolf in front of him, but the bayonet sword was not suitable for parrying, so the werewolf's other paw grazed his face, but what was more dangerous was from behind, in the blind spot behind him, the last werewolf smirked and pounced, the claws in his hand shining with a deadly light.

No one can stop him!

"Ahh

The little boy who grabbed Gao Frey's clothes couldn't help but open his eyes, and saw the werewolf rushing from behind, the hideous teeth, the hideous claws, the crazy eyes, and he couldn't help but let out a scream.

Gofrey was ready to greet the pain coming from behind with his body, but no!

There was no pain, only the sound of a sword, the sound of a sharp blade slashing through his body, and as a veteran, he was extremely familiar with this sound.

"I'm sorry, betrayer, I'm late. ”

Liam shook the long sword in his hand and fell to his knees with one kick, the headless werewolf corpse kicked to the ground, his voice was cold, obviously because of Godfrey's previous betrayal of his father, but he stood back to back on the battlefield with Godfrey as a comrade, handing each other's backs to each other.

True, he was a traitor, but before the betrayer, he had another name, Gilneth.

"Your Highness Liam, why are you coming back at this time?"

Golfrey, who had dealt with the last werewolf, shook the blood from his sword and placed the frightened child on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice, "You shouldn't have come back at this time, if we fail, you will be the last hope for this country." ”

"Do you want me to give up my father and my country?"

Liam stabbed his sword into the ground, his left hand tightened the armor of his right hand, and he took a deep breath, "No, I can't... I've brought reinforcements, but you probably won't like them too much. ”

"In the name of Gilneth!

The next moment, under the surprised gaze of Gao Frey, in the frightened cries of those civilians, one by one, the werewolves who were no different from the bloodtooth werewolves in front of them, but wearing the uniforms of the Northern Legion, jumped into the battlefield from all around them, they roared, like the executioners who returned for revenge, like the wolves of the wilderness who really fought with anger and killing intent, they were like real blades, but the moment they appeared, the bloodfangs who had never been afraid began to retreat.

They... These beasts, these poor creatures controlled by power, they are afraid.

Violence and ferocity may be able to scare some people, but they can never scare everyone, especially in the face of real iron-blooded power, those who don't know the so-called ferocity can only be a joke to be slaughtered.

And just when the bloody battle of Gilneth was in full swing, the three forces were fighting desperately around the city of Gilness, at this time, off the coast of Gilness, on the sea where the fog was so thick that it was almost impossible to see, two huge fleets were quietly approaching the area of the biting reef that all those who begged for a living at sea were unwilling to approach, that is, the sea off Gilnis.

At least hundreds of ships have sunk here over the past few decades, and the horror of the Bite Reef is definitely not just among pirates, in fact, it is also known far and wide among navies.

But today, a new conqueror is coming, will they really be in the chest, or will they just try their luck like the unlucky ghosts before them?

"Haven't you received a signal from Lord Godfrey yet?"

Admiral Matthew, commander of the Third Fleet in Kurtiras, folded up the telescope in front of him, placed it on the table, and with his left hand with white gloves, lifted the command knife that was set aside, and said without looking back, "How late are they?"

The adjutant looked at his pocket watch and replied loudly,

"Report to your Excellency, there has been a 43-minute delay from the scheduled signal time!"

"Well, it looks like Goldfrey's adventure has failed. ”

Matthew rubbed his chin, the brutality of the War of the Dead brought not only combat experience and a rise in position to this commander, but also a wound that almost tore his neck, and every time he shook his head, the hideous wound would be exposed from the neckline of his delicate white shirt, adding a touch of ferocity to the original elegant temperament of the youngest admiral of Kul Tiras.

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but then he looked at the still foggy waters off Gilneys, and that confusion quickly turned to indifference.

"Contact General Taylor, I have decided to start the first round of landing operations!"

The Colonel standing behind him paused for a moment, then lowered his voice and asked, "My lord, but there is no news from Gilneth yet, in case King Jean is ready to defend, Kurtilas may have diplomatic trouble, and our landing soldiers may also... Lots of damage!"

"Huh"

Matthew sneered, his left hand clenched into a fist, showing the unrest in his heart, "King Jean's betrayal makes His Majesty Daleen still unable to let go, His Majesty can't tolerate Gilneth being ruled by a coward, this is also what King Varian of the Stormwind Kingdom means, not to mention the queen of Lordaeron, Gilneth's betrayal stabbed Lordaeron, who was on the verge of extinction, and almost made that country collapse... There will be no diplomatic disputes, Gilneth has already betrayed his relatives!"

"As for the damage you said..."

The admiral held the command knife in front of him, "Well, what you said also makes sense, then let the gnomes' flying machine formation rise into the air... Throw all the bombs into the sea and on land and blow up the biting reef for me!"

"From today onwards, the sea route of Gilneth will be completely opened! All the seas of the world are the territory of Kurtilas, and here, no exception!"