In the 20th year of the Dark Gate, the fallen prince of Lordaeron, Arthas, set off an undead catastrophe in his own country that shook the whole world, and the most powerful Lordaeron of the Seven Kingdoms of mankind came to the brink of destruction overnight, and even the magic kingdom of Dalaran experienced a demise.

At the height of the Scourge of the Dead, two-thirds of the vast northern frontier had fallen, but the remnants of Lordaeron, led by their leader, the last descendant of the royal family of Minethir, Kalia Minethir, had not succumbed to the terrible darkness, and after five long years, they had finally removed the deep darkness from this ancient land, and the ancient nation of Lordaeron had once again regained its former luster.

But not all northern kingdoms are as lucky as Lordaeron.

Dalaran aside, the Great Plains of Dalaran, where this miniature country is located, has been completely destroyed, except for the reconstructed Dalaran City, which is currently suspended on the Northrend continent and composed of a research magic net over the Crystal Song Forest, this country has existed in name only, but the other country bordering it is not much better.

Gilneth, the country that chose to completely separate itself from the outside world with a hard wall in the Scourge of the Dead, one of the only three remaining three countries in the Seven Nations Alliance of Mankind, and the Northland Nation called "traitors" by the citizens of the rebuilt Lordaeron Kingdom, was on the verge of extinction when the entire continent fought back against the Scourge of the Dead.

The rulers of this kingdom thought they had made the right choice, but after 6 years, it seems that they did not escape the threat of annihilation, but that threat did not come from the undead Scourge... Rather, it comes from another creature that is more difficult and dangerous than the undead.

The Wall of Greymane established by King Jean Greymane blocked the attack of the undead, but also completely sealed the people of Gilneys in this unknown land of violent plagues, and the most terrible thing is that when the control of the Wall of Greymane was taken away, the entire Gilmyne has completely become a blockaded country, and no one can leave here until the three forces are separated, leaving this land that has gradually been shrouded in despair.

"Whew"

A dark shadow flashed over the city of Gilneth in the rainy night, and in this weather when there would be no city guards to patrol, some creatures that had long been known to the city residents began to operate unscrupulously.

But in the sturdy mansions, the daily life went on, and in the warm room roasted by the fireplace, Miss Rona was reading a book in her hand, and this beautiful young lady with a little red flower for decoration at the edge of her black hair gave her a delicate temperament, and it was evident from the splendid nightgown and the intricate pendants that only noble ladies wore that she was a nobleman.

Well, the great nobleman in all senses, Rona Crowley, the only daughter of Darius Crowley, the Great Lord of the Northern Realm of Gilness, will inevitably inherit the Duke of Darius in the future, and is the real ruling class of Gilness, but 2 years ago, Lord Darius set off a mutiny at the North Gate and failed, and then disappeared, Miss Rhona's position in the entire Gilness became delicate.

There are very few real deaths among the nobles, and after the North Gate Mutiny, King Jean has publicly stated more than once that he will not hold Lorna responsible, after all, it was her father's insistent rebellion, and Miss Lorna didn't know about it at all, of course, the more important reason is that Rona, who grew up with Prince Liam, is almost the same as his own daughter in King Jean's opinion.

But the mutiny has happened after all, so from 2 years ago to now, the Crowley Manor in the church district of Gilneth has also changed from a crowd to the current door, although Rhona is not dissatisfied with this experience, but in fact, both she and the servants in this manor know that Miss Rhona has actually been under house arrest, and this disguised house arrest has lasted for 2 whole years.

The rain crashing against the windows, coupled with the occasional crackling of firewood in the fireplace, made the whole mansion so quiet that it was almost eerie, and some of the panicked servants returned to their rooms early on the butler's orders, and it was better not to go out alone at night, which was a lesson that the people of the city had exchanged their lives for in the past few years.

"Who are you? No entry in! This is the Crowley family... Ugh!"

A sudden commotion came from outside the hall, which disturbed the nature of Rhona's reading, and the delicate young lady closed the book in her hand and set it aside, and then heard a cry of pain from her loyal old butler, and approached, and the door of the hall was violently pushed open.

"Bang"

The icy wind mixed with the raindrops, blowing into the hall through the open door, watching the few guys in black hunting suits with cold expressions stepping on the gorgeous carpet, Rhona's body trembled, I don't know if it was because of the cold wind, or because of the fear in my heart.

The rude fellows left one wet footprint after another on the stall, and they completely disdained the lavish decoration of the hall, but walked straight up to Miss Rona, and the guy at the head coughed and whispered to Rhona in front of him in an indifferent tone,

"Miss Rhona Crorey, come with us!"

"Who are you?knight of the Inner Court?or... Assassin to kill me?"

The delicate noble lady was not at the mercy of these fellows of unknown origin, and she asked loudly, "The knighthood of the Crowley family has not been abolished!

But her questioning and her pajamas really didn't have the slightest deterrent effect, and the man in black standing in front of her groaned for a moment, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth,

"Don't try to get the attention of your servants, Miss Rhona, and don't force us to use violence, as for who we are... You can think of us as knights of the Inner Court or you can think of us as assassins, depending on how you choose!"

Rhona seemed to be enraged by this threat, she took two steps back, and stood in front of the fireplace, her delicate face showing an angry expression, "Enough! I didn't know about my father's mutiny, it's been 2 years, why can't you spare me, the poor prisoner? ”

"I'm gone! What more do you want from me?"

In the end, Miss Rona probably remembered the tragic experience of her family, and grief and indignation filled her voice, but this expression did not bring her even the slightest preferential treatment, and the indifferent black-clothed people scattered in a circle in front of her eyes, blocking her to death, and the gloomy middle-aged man led by him moved his fingers, and his already low voice was lowered again,

"All right, Miss Rhona, your father is to blame for everything he did, but we didn't come to hear you say these meaningless things, do you go with us yourself, or do I "take" you away?"

"Whew... Whew"

Miss Rhona's face turned pale, she breathed hard, and finally as if she had given up resistance completely, she lowered her head and looked at the flickering fire under her feet, and her voice became weak,

"I only have one question, tell me, I'll go with you!"

"Say!"

"Uncle Jean has promised not to continue to hold the Crowley family accountable, and if I believe him, then you are certainly not the knights of the inner court of Greyman... Who the hell are you?"

Hearing this question, the middle-aged man in the gloom paused for a moment, and then let out a mocking laugh,

"Sure enough, it's a pampered aristocratic lady, and at this time, she still cares about this kind of meaningless question, but if this can make you make up your mind... We are not knights of the Inner Court, and we are not under the management of His Majesty the "great" Jean, in fact, from a personal point of view, I admire Lord Darius's choice, the reason for his failure is that he still has a slight illusion about the royal family, but we will not!"

The middle-aged man probably felt that the scene in front of him was already in his hands, so he did not hesitate to tell his purpose to the delicate noble lady in front of him, "Miss Rona, frankly speaking, you really don't have the slightest idea of avenging your father? But you are under house arrest by the hypocritical Jean, come with me, raise the banner of revenge in your father's name, those warriors who are still loyal to the Crowley family will really see hope!"

But he did not see in Miss Rona's raised face the hope or fear he wanted to see, on the contrary, all fear and anger had been wiped away from that delicate face, and in its place was a thoughtful little fox that had found its true secret.

"Oh, so, you're a third party in this damn city? Let me guess, Gofrey, right?"

This question made the middle-aged man realize that something was wrong, and he immediately pounced on Rhona who was less than 2 meters in front of him, and the entourage he brought also took out weapons from his pockets, but the next moment, more than a dozen swift black shadows jumped down from the hall surrounded them, and Miss Rhona dodged the middle-aged man's pounce with an agility that was completely inconsistent with the posture of a noble lady, and her left hand swiped on the edge of the pajamas, and a silver cold light bloomed from her palm.

An intricately decorated bayonet sword, which, judging by its sharp blade, is not an ornament.

"Ahh

The middle-aged man smashed his arm that had been pierced by a sharp blade to the ground, and he looked desperately at the dozen monsters in black leather armor behind him... The furious monsters, covered in manes and with a hideous wolf head, had already torn their retinue to shreds in an instant, and the poor young men could not even let out a wail.

The ornate carpet had been completely stained red with the blood of the stumps, and the sight before me was like a real slaughterhouse, disgusting and terrifying.

And the delicate aristocratic girl shook the bayonet sword in her hand, throwing the blood on it on the carpet that had become more bright red because of the blood stains, she looked at the middle-aged man indifferently, as if she was not afraid of the hellish killing field at all, and when the werewolf who had finished the murder stood respectfully behind the noble lady in pajamas, the middle-aged man immediately realized that he had made a fatal mistake!

He underestimated the power of the Crowley family too much... Or rather, Rhona Crowley, the aristocratic lady who has been under house arrest for 2 years, must still have some connection to her missing father, and about the Grand Lord Darius Crowley, who is said to have died in the battlefield, the middle-aged man already knew that things were getting more complicated when he saw those werewolves in fine leather armor and metal steel claws on their claws, although they were violent but sane.

In other words, things have never been simple, whether it is him, or the conspirators behind him, they have been deceived!

"Miss, the old master has given an order, you must leave Gilneth City immediately with us this time!"

A tall werewolf with a black blindfold bowed his head to Rhona and said, "Moon Fury and Bloodfang are about to go to war, and the whole of Gilneth will become a battlefield, and this place is no longer safe!"

"My father was always like this, and he thought I was a little girl who didn't know anything. ”

Rona shook the bayonet sword in her hand and waved her hand nonchalantly, "Gilneth City has never been safe, but I'll go with you, but before I go, I have to go see an old friend." ”

At this time, Rona still has the slightest bit of delicateness, that look, that expression, it is very similar to the great lord of Darius who dared to confront King Jean Greymane back then.

A real tiger father without a dog girl!

Rhona turned and walked into the inner room, and before leaving, she took pity on the middle-aged man who was surrounded by werewolves.

"The old fox who only hides in the dark and calculates will not succeed, Uncle Jean is old, but not old enough that anyone can come forward and tear off a piece of flesh, but when Bloodfang and Moon Fury really decide the winner, he will also completely lose his country and everything he has, and neither will you!"

"It's sad to look at this chaotic country and not even a glimmer of hope..."

Rhona's distant voice was completely muffled by the carnage, but we have to admit that she was right.

A small Gilneis, the land area is only one-third of Lordaeron, but there are three large and small forces, right now, the weakest Gilneys royal family is about to have a rebellion, the two werewolf clans are about to divide the victory and defeat, who wins and who loses is not easy to say, but the only thing that is certain is that after that decisive battle, this country and the Greymane royal family, there is no relationship at all.

It's sad for a king...