Lord Goldfrey sat on the steps of the Gilneth court quarter, which had calmed down, and beside him were Lord Walden and the other nobles, who were also sluggish.

The soldiers who survived the brutal street fighting had the same doubts on their faces, gathering the bodies of their comrades while still talking to each other.

Even among the civilians who helped clean up the battlefield, there was some panic for the rest of their lives, and there were some excited guys yelling, no one was trying to stop them, and no one wanted to stop them.

The cause of all this was the special reinforcement that had joined the battlefield 20 minutes earlier, the Northern Army of Gilneys, a once-powerful force that had been nearly completely wiped out in the battle where the Bloodtooth Werewolves had captured the Wall of Greymane, but they reappeared today, in a different capacity!

Werewolf!

And it was the werewolf who appeared with Prince Liam, the prince who almost represented the will of the state of Gilneis, and the appearance of the werewolves with the werewolves caused a shocking result for the people and soldiers.

The plague of werewolves destroyed Gilneth, but now, it is no exaggeration to say that if it were not for the Northern Legion joining the battlefield at a critical moment, I am afraid that the last line of defense of the Gilneth street battle would have been ruthlessly attacked, in a sense, these werewolves wearing the uniforms of the Northern Legion saved the lives of the entire Gilneth City and more than 10 civilians at the most critical moment.

This kind of thing can't be hidden even if the official wants to hide it, and the survivors of the bloody battle between the Northern Legion and the Bloodtooth Werewolf almost all see it, which makes the people, who were originally full of disgust with the werewolves, rarely remain silent when discussing this issue.

After all, even if a person is cold, he will have a little gratitude in the face of the benefactor who has just saved him, even if they are an outlier.

But this feeling is fragile, and if civilians have loved ones who have died in this werewolf invasion, even when they look at the werewolves who are still protecting their northern legion, there will be a trace of hatred in their eyes that cannot be concealed.

All this was seen by King Jean, who was also sitting on the steps to rest, the old king sighed a little helplessly, as a ruler, his way of thinking about problems is different from that of civilians, the appearance of the Moon Fury Werewolf is not a bad thing for Gilnes, who has won to the extreme, their appearance gave Gilness hope to defeat the Bloodtooth Werewolf, but the whole process is too far away, and the time left for Gilnis.

It took the old king two years to get some of his trusted ministers to accept the existence of the Moon Fury, but it also divided the aristocratic class, and Lord Godfrey's rebellion is the best example.

It wasn't until today, at the moment when the city of Gilneth was about to fall, that Jean really made up his mind.

Gilneth can't just be ruined, Blood Fang is the real henchman, and it's imperative to accept the Moon Fury Werewolf, if anyone wants to interrupt the process...

Jean's gaze crossed over the backs of Lord Godfrey and his henchmen, and he shook his head, sat up from the ground, and prepared to head to the northern gates of Gilness, where Liam was leading the Northern Legion to expel the blood-fanged werewolves, who were undoubtedly in need of assistance, and if the others were unwilling to go, then he was the only one to go.

While he still has prestige, pave the way for Liam early, his son is the real future of Gilneth.

But just as King Jean walked past Gofrey's side, the sound transmission stone in the lord's arms jumped up quickly at this moment, Gao Frey's face changed, and he held the sound transmission stone in his hand, this is the sound transmission stone for him to communicate with the Kurtilas anchored in the sea off Gilneth and the combined fleet of the Stormwind Kingdom, and now that his forced palace has failed, is that the combined fleet ready to forcibly attack Gilness?

Are they going to start another war on this continent?

Goldfrey's face became gloomy, even if he wanted to oppose Jean, it was out of Gilness's overall considerations, for the love of this country, he would not be a little worse than Jean, if Kurtilas and the fleet of the Storm Kingdom were to force an attack, Goldfrey was not afraid to fight them to the last drop of blood, but the current situation...

Gao Frey opened the sound transmission stone, and before he could ask, a sharp voice jumped into his ears,

"Lord Goldfrey, I'm Nomorigen Air Force Commander Fitzrank, the Naga have invaded your coast, they are very numerous, and they are rapidly advancing inland, ready for battle!"

"What?!"

Gofrey slumped up from the steps, his voice becoming quicker, "What about the fleet? Didn't the combined fleet stop them?

"Fleet... The fleet is gone, we are all gone! 8,000 soldiers... All... Oops!

"Boom!"

There was a scream and an explosion from the sound transmission stone, and immediately after, the sound transmission stone in his hand turned into gray-white powder and fell from the palm of his hand.

Lord Godfrey's face turned extremely pale at this moment, until Walden woke him up, and Goldfrey pushed everyone in front of him and rushed towards Jean, who was already on his horse.

"Wait, Your Majesty, wait!"

Jean heard this shout, he reined in the reins of his horse, and looked back at Goldfrey, the great lord didn't care about the coldness in Jean's eyes, he rushed to Jean's side quickly, his whole body trembled, and lowered his voice,

"Naga... Naga landed from the southern coast and invaded in a big way... The combined fleet of Kurtilas and the Storm Kingdom... Annihilation!"

"What?"

Hearing the bad news, Jean's body shook on his horse, and even though the old king's will was as strong as steel, at this moment, he almost felt despair.

In front is the unstoppable blood-toothed werewolf, and in the back is the deep sea naga who is robbing while the fire is burning, and the whole country has completely turned into a pot of porridge... Gilneth, is it really about to die?

"Look... You've done a great job!"

Jean was helped down from his horse by his squire, and he said it almost through gritted teeth, it wasn't that he had lost his mind and blamed Gofrey for all his bad luck, both of them knew what Gene meant.

In order to force the palace smoothly this time, Goffrey took the risk of pulling out part of the army that was originally guarding the last civilian gathering place in the southwest of Gilneth and entering Gilneth City, this act was originally nothing, when the Bloodfang Werewolf attacked the city, Gofrey was still a little glad that he had prepared in advance, but now, Naga is advancing from the southern coastline to the interior of Gilnis, without these soldiers who originally guarded the south, the Gilnis civilian gathering area has become precarious.

That's more than 120 civilians!

If one is not done well, Gilneth will be completely wiped out! This terrible consequence made Goffrey's whole body break out in a cold sweat, and before Jean issued an order, Goffrey turned around and walked towards his soldiers, he wanted to take the army back to the southern defense line as soon as possible, but was pulled by Jean,

"Bastard!

The old king was like a truly angry lion at this time, and the strength in his hand was amazing, and Lord Gofrey turned his head, and he heard Jean lower his voice,

"Go and contact Lordaeron's army for me, and let them enter Gilneth as quickly as possible, and go to Liam, the Moonfury Werewolf is hiding explosives in the flint mines, and go and blow up the Wall of Greymane for me! Make it clear to the bastards of Lordaeron, help Gilneth survive this catastrophe, even if it means for me to die! That was my mistake, don't let my country be destroyed! Go to the elves of Quel'Thalas, find the dwarves, I don't care what you do! Before I die in battle, drive the bloodfang werewolves into the Silverpine Forest!"

Goldfrey looked at Jean and stammered,

"Then you... Are you going to..."

"I'm going to the Southern Line!"

Jean turned over on his horse again, he held the reins of the horse, his face was full of determination and determination, "Gofrey, think for yourself, the current situation, do you still have to stick to that foolish set and continue to persevere? Before I die, I will not let a Naga cross the line, I will buy you the maximum time, Gofrey! Listen to me, this is your last chance, I order you, as King Gilneis, you must drive the blood-toothed werewolves out of Gilness, and leave a last habitat for the people!"

"Gilneth can perish, but not in our hands!"

Jean took the sword from the squire, and he gave Gofrey one last look, "Do what you have to do." ”

The next moment, the king's voice spread throughout the battlefield, sonorous and powerful, like a real unsheathed blade,

"Warriors of Gilneth, I know you're tired, I know you need to rest, and so do I... But we can't rest anymore, the enemy in the south is closing in on the last gathering ground, and our defenses may collapse at any moment, so those who are willing to follow me to defend our beloved country, please come with me. ”

Jean paused,

"I can't guarantee that we will win, but at least until I die on the front lines, I will not let any enemy hurt my people, and if I do, I will be the first!"

"Today, I, Gene Greymane, I will feast with you in hell!"

After speaking, Jean no longer cared about the stunned nobles and soldiers, he took the last soldiers of the Guards Legion, and quickly rushed to the south gate of Gilnes, from there to the battlefield, everyone was taken aback by Jean's speech, from the founding of Gilneth to the present, hundreds of years, there is really no king who died on the battlefield, but everyone has seen today's battle... Your Majesty, maybe not joking.

When the king of a country has made up his mind to defend his country and his territory in battle, who will spare his life?

The first soldier stepped forward, his face covered in blood, and his exhaustion could be seen only from the way he stood, but when he limped in the direction the king had left, all the men present knew what they had to do.

The second, the third, and soon all the soldiers who could still move joined the silent ranks, and an indescribable tragedy and bravery made everyone who watched it all feel like they wanted to cry, and the husbands, fathers, and even dying grandfathers among the rescued civilians, who reached out to hug their wives, kissed their children, waved goodbye to their loved ones, picked up weapons from the ground, and even carried sticks, and bravely entered after the soldiers.

Goffrey and Walden, as well as the nobles who were already extremely dissatisfied with Jean's rule, stood at the back of the crowd, their expressions not as determined as before, and some of them looked at their hands in a daze, as if they only now realized what they had done.

"Click"

Lord Walden loaded his musket, gritted his teeth, and was the first to step out of the group of nobles and walk in the direction where Jean had left.

"Walden, you..."

Godfrey's voice made the former companion pause for a moment, and he looked back at Lord Godfrey and grinned, showing a relaxed smile,

"Gofrey, I've figured it out... We have done nothing wrong, but neither has His Majesty Jean, but when the most terrible war comes, right and wrong no longer make sense, goodbye, my friends, I am going to fulfill the promise made by the Walden family to this land, if we are lucky... See you after the war!"

After speaking, the old soldier, who was always silent, gave a standard military salute to everyone, then turned his head and strode forward,

"Gray Wolf Hunter Battalion, assemble, we will fight for Gilneth!

Walden's actions were like the last straw that crushed the nobles on Guffrey's side, the nobles who were willing to follow Goffrey to force the palace were all deeply in love with the country, and those speculators had already fled the city as early as the beginning of the street fighting, and only the true devotees would stay in this hell.

The second nobleman saluted them and left with his own private soldiers, the third, the fourth... In the end, only Gofrey was left.

The Great Lord, who had once hated werewolves the most, reached out and saw the wound on his arm that had been cut by the blood-toothed werewolf, and he knew that he was soon going to become the creature he once hated the most.

At this moment, Gao Frey felt that fate had played a big joke on him, and there were only two paths left in front of him, to the left, to pursue self-salvation, and to the right, to fall into darkness for everything he was willing to give.

Finally he smiled bitterly, threw the poison he had been holding in his hand far into the sewer, got down on one knee in the direction Jean had left, then raised his head, took two new swords from his squire, turned on his horse, and galloped away in the exact opposite direction to them, not fleeing, not afraid, he had more important things to do.

Put aside all pride and unite with those opponents you have always despised, and pray for a ruler who hates Gilneth to the extreme, leaving the last glimmer of hope for Gilneth who is on the verge of death.

Frankly, it's a lot harder than suicide.