8 "Can't defeat the coalition forces outside the city? ”

Jean? Greymane smiled wryly—yes...... If Master Dramie could do this, he would have done it a long time ago, so why wait until the situation is irreparable?

"Can't beat them...... However, I can still use my own spells to send Your Majesty and His Royal Highness the Prince to a safe place. ”

Master Dramy nodded.

"Safety? What other safe place is there on this continent? ”

Jean? Greymane smiled wryly - any country he could think of was an ally of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and even if he escaped from the royal city of Gilneys, he would only be able to live incognito and live in fear.

"Of course there is, Your Majesty. Even the kingdom of Lordaeron is not impossible to cover the sky with one hand. The High Elves of Quel'Thalas are very worried about the growth of the human kingdom, and if His Majesty asks them for political protection, I believe they would love to see the enemies of the kingdom of Lordaeron survive. ”

Master Dramy said confidently.

"Quel'Salas? But...... Even if it's in the use of getting there...... Although those High Elves don't like the Lordaeron Kingdom, they will definitely not go to war with the Lordaeron Kingdom for us. ”

Jean? Greymane said pessimistically.

"Maybe I'll come back that day, Your Majesty the King...... I know a few High Elf mages of Quel'Thalas, and they all have a lot of complaints about the Lordaeron Kingdom's interference in Dalaran's politics; And the Lordaeron Kingdom's crusade against and complete destruction of the Amani Empire also angered these High Elves who had been fighting trolls for thousands of years - the victory of humanity. Their incompetence is highlighted even more. ”

"Therefore, these High Elf mages are working hard to lobby the Silvermoon Council to hold the High Elf Ranger accountable for temporarily hiding in the Kingdom of Lordaeron to seek political refuge; Once the differences between the two sides on this matter further widen. War...... It's just a matter of touching. ”

Master Drami seems to have studied politics quite a bit, and his words make Jean? Greymane also had to be convinced.

"So...... Dramy, you mean, you can send me and Liam to Quel'Thalas? ”

Jean? Greymane asked, frowning—he was weighing the pros and cons of the matter.

Of course, there is really nothing to weigh - to stay, except to die, is to be captured; And fled to Quel'Thalas. Although you are in a foreign country, you may not have a chance to turn over.

"Absolutely, my majesty. The teleportation circle in our palace will still work, and as I said before...... I have a few High Elf mage friends in Quel'Thalas, and I can call on the teleportation circle at their residence. ”

Master Dramy nodded.

"Then ...... Let's go, you and Liam go first. I...... There are also a few things to arrange. ”

Jean? Greymane commanded.

"Yes. My Majesty. ”

Mage Dramy bowed slightly, and then left Jean? Greyman's room.

"Father's ......"

Liam standing in Jean? Greymane's side, hesitating to say something.

"Go, my child."

Jean? Greymane patted Liam on the shoulder and said encouragingly.

When his son left the room, Jean? Greymane sat back at his desk, took a quill from the pen stand, and pulled out a few more pieces of stationery. Brushed and wrote.

Of course, Jean? Greymane wasn't writing a suicide note. There's no desire to die here, it's just that there are things that need to be arranged.

After all, the Greymans ruled Gilneth for thousands of years, even if ...... Even if it fails now, Jean? Greymane still doesn't give up the wealth that his ancestors have accumulated over the millennia.

Despite those treasures in the royal palace, Jean? There was no way for Greymane to take it with him, but there were quite a few unknown Greymane family possessions in Gilneth and even elsewhere in the other kingdoms; He needs to make a list of this, if ...... If in the future he or his son or grandson ...... There is also an opportunity to use this wealth to re-establish a country called Gilneth.

……

Arthas thinks he's terrible today - first Rhona, a guest from the Kingdom of Gilneth? Crowley showed his most filthy side in front of him - he was actually in front of this aristocratic girl, and he was just a little bit close to putting his lower body/high Ben/up/up into the small hole between Frost Sorrow's legs.

Finally in and Lorna? Crowley's tacit understanding put this unbearable scene behind him, and he was in a hurry to save his father, the hateful Vincent of the Kingdom of Gilneth? Lord Goldfrey used a simple and crazy plan to take his father almost forever.

Thankfully, there was Frost's Sorrow - even though the Little Magic Sword hadn't figured out why the barrel had turned into a pile of slag in the Twisted Void, she had managed to stop Vincent anyway? Lord Godfrey's crazy plans.

After imprisoning the daring Gilneth Kingdom and the Assassin in a prison in the camp, Arthas said goodbye to his father, Aurelia? Windranger and Rhona? Crowley, with Frost Grief, returned to his tent.

Just when the young Prince Lordaeron thought that he could finally sleep beautifully with the cool, soft body of Frost Sorrow, he realized that he was indeed a little too young.

"Boom!"

"Bang bang!"

Just as Arthas's upper and lower eyelids were fighting, he heard a loud thunderous noise.

"What happened?"

Arthas snapped his eyes open and sat up from the bed/sitting, asking Frost Sorrow beside him as he dressed.

"I don't know!"

Frost Sorrow replied with some distress - she was still thinking about the barrel, and Little Magic Sword was a little worried about whether her other treasures would be in danger - she wanted to transfer all her treasures, but she didn't know where it would be better to go.

Arthas quickly got dressed, and beckoned Frost Sorrow to leave his tent with him—he felt he had to go to his father's tent.

Before Vincent? Lord Gofrey used explosives to attack his father; It's unlikely, but there's no guarantee that there is still plenty of gunpowder in King Gilneth in case a new Assassin infiltrates the coalition camp......

Alsace urged Frost Sorrow to quicken his steps as he hurried towards his father's tent - tired as he was, but his fear of his father made him forget about it. (To be continued......)