Midnight, Gilnes Palace Council Chamber.

On the throne sat Jean Greymane, who had reigned for decades, and was nearly seventy years old, the most advanced man of his age, but still growing strong. His beard and hair are all white, his waist is straight, and his eyes are like that of a treacherous and cunning wolf.

What he has done in the past ten years is also in line with the words treacherous and cunning.

The isolationist approach he inherited from his father led him to keep the kingdom of Gilneth out of the kingdoms.

During the Second War, he did not send a single soldier against the Orcs – the forces sent by Grand Lord Darius Crowley, who stood firmly on the side of the Alliance, did not count - but only provided some symbolic assistance.

After the war, Ayden Pirenod, the king of the kingdom of Alterac, was stripped of his rule for betraying the Alliance.

King Jean Greymane took in his nephew, Isidon Pirenod, who was second in line to the throne of Alterac, and tried to establish him as king of Alterac in the belief that he would have sufficient political gain......

After this failed, he resolutely withdrew from the alliance, refusing to bear the cost of running the orc shelter, and hanging on his own business.

Among the nations of mankind, this king has a very bad reputation.

Selfish, when other countries shed blood and sacrificed themselves against the orcs, this king could not be found, and after everything was settled, he came out to divide the benefits......

This is understandable, but when it comes to one catastrophe after another that threatens to lead to the destruction of all mankind, he still has nothing to do with himself, which is somewhat repugnant. In the minds of many, he was only slightly better than the coward Aiden Pirenod, who betrayed all of humanity.

In its original history, the king had watched Lordaeron be destroyed by a plague that was rampant.

It can only be said that history is always full of coincidences, and every time the Scourge wants to conquer this remote kingdom without much effort, there will always be problems of one kind or another, either the Icecrown Glacier is bombarded by a devastating spell dominated by the Eye of Sargeras, or civil strife breaks out...... Otherwise, this kingdom would not have survived until the cataclysm, and would have been destroyed millions of times.

The Wall of Greymane? It's just a joke.

"That's the resolution, let's implement it." He patted the armrest and whispered to the ministers below.

These staring ministers were still in the shock of the king's decision just now, and still did not recover.

Last Date!

The king went so far as to come up with a final date!

All nationals of the North are allowed to return to the Greyman's Wall under construction within 10 days, and they are strictly prohibited from entering the country after the deadline and will not be accepted.

How is this possible, O Holy Light?

Not to mention ten days, even one or two months, the northern citizens will not be able to evacuate. This decree is tantamount to abandoning hundreds of thousands of people from the country, and it will have an incomparably bad effect!

"Your Majesty, at present, all the resources in the country have been concentrated to build a huge wall, and according to the construction period, the initial construction of a city wall with simple defense capability is only a matter of a few months, and it will continue to expand in the next two years. The people of the North could have withdrawn to the border before then, this is ...... It's best to think long-term. One of the ministers took a deep breath and objected.

Some people started, others followed, and the remaining ministers spoke out to dissuade them.

"Your Majesty, do you want to inform the Great Lord of Darius Crowley in the north in advance of this matter? His fiefdoms were all outside the walls, and this decree ...... It could cause him serious displeasure. ”

Gene Greymane repeated: "This is my decision, go for it." The decree will be delivered to the whole country tomorrow morning. ”

The ministers could not be dissuaded, so they had to take orders to leave.

Only a middle-aged man dressed as a mage and a young man in rich clothes were left in the council hall.

"Your Majesty, according to Dalaran's recent research on the Scourge Legion, the terrible plague that can kill the living and bring the dead back to life is pervasive and completely difficult to guess. In fact, ten days is already the most grace period, and if it were not for the negative effects, I would even hope that you would close the country immediately to prevent all possibilities of the introduction of the plague. ”

The middle-aged mage sighed.

The mage, Arugau, was a native of Gilneys, and like most mages loyal to the royal families, he was sent to Dalaran to study in order to learn the best knowledge and better serve his kingdom.

During this time, Dalaran exhausted his elite and traveled to Northrend to study and observe the Scourge Legion with the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and obtained a large amount of valuable data. Arugao's proposal is based on Dalaran's research and comprehensive considerations.

"Alas......" King Greymane on the throne sighed deeply, as if he had aged by more than ten years in an instant. It can be seen that he is also quite helpless about this matter.

He leaned back in his chair, braced his eyebrows with his tired hands, and said, "Tell me about your plan again." ”

Arugao nodded and replied, "The necromantic magic mastered by the Scourgeon Legion is completely unfamiliar to Dalaran. In other words, the northern nations are confronting an enemy like never before. They couldn't find any trace of the Cursed Sect, and it was impossible for them to take care of every settlement, and the plague infection was impossible to prevent...... According to my infection model, once the Cursed Sect fails, in just one month, I am afraid that hundreds of thousands of people will die and become undead walking corpses. The hardest hit areas must be the East Wilds and Silver Pine Forests in Lordaeron......

Such an undead legion is completely incapable of fighting in a conventional way. No matter how many regular troops are invested, they will fight less and less, and the opponent's army can be replenished at all times, and there will be no chance of victory. Even if the prophet had warned in advance, and even Dalaran had begun a close search, the northern kingdoms would never have survived this catastrophe unharmed, and the difference was only complete destruction, or great loss of vitality—the shackles of the times, beyond the power of man.

Compared to the vast and unsafe Lordaeron, Gilneth can hold on to the upcoming Wall of Greymane, and as long as there is no plague in the country, Gilney will never fall!

To compensate for the lack of numbers in the regular army, I found a way. ”

"How?" Jean Greymane asked, looking up.

Arugao glanced meaningfully at the young man standing next to him. The latter understood, knowing that he shouldn't have heard what was behind, so he bowed very knowingly and withdrew.

It wasn't until the young man left that Arugao walked up to the throne, took out a Shadow Crystal, a magical artifact that could record images, from his bosom, and activated it.

The magical mist poured out, weaving into an image in midair.

The image appears to be a magic laboratory, with Arugao holding a staff and standing in front of an iron cage.

Inside the cage was a terrifying monster with a wolf's head, scarlet eyes, and arm-thick chains, struggling and roaring, trying to get out of the trap and tear the humans in front of them apart.

Arugao stepped into the cage and placed a pair of magical shackles on the werewolf's wrists, then cast some kind of spell.

After only a few seconds, this terrible monster actually became tame, no longer struggling, and after being unchained, it even bent down towards Arugao, as if taking it for its master.

The image dissipated.

Jean Greymane looked solemn, "What kind of monster is this?" ”

Arugao replied softly, "Your Majesty, its name is Werewolf, a powerful creature from some mysterious realm. I can summon a hundred of these beasts every day, and in ten days, I can muster a terrible army—an army that obeys all your commands! Rest assured, I've developed special magic devices, and they're completely controllable. ”

Jean Greymane took a deep look at Arugao and pondered for a long time.

"Then ...... Go for it. ”

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