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

Jean Greymayne 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 safety. ”

Master Dramy nodded.

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

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

"Absolutely, Your Majesty. Even the kingdom of Lordaeron is not impossible to cover the sky with one hand. The High Elves of Quel'Thallas are very concerned about the growth of the human kingdom, and if His Majesty asks them for political asylum, I am sure 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 Greymayne said pessimistically.

"Maybe you'll be back that day, Your Majesty...... I know several High Elf mages of Quel'Thalas, and they are all very sensitive to the political interference of the Kingdom of Lordaeron in Dalaran; 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 highlighted their incompetence. ”

"As a result, these High Elf mages are working hard to lobby the Silvermoon Council to hold the High Elf Ranger accountable for seeking political asylum in the Kingdom of Lordaeron; Once the differences between the two sides on this matter further widen, the war ...... It's just a matter of touching. ”

Master Dramy seems to have studied politics quite a bit, and his words convince Jean Greymane even as well.

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

Jean Greymane asked with a frown—he was weighing the pros and cons of the matter.

Of course, there's really nothing to weigh – stay. but to die, to be captive; And fleeing to Quel'Thalas, although he is in a foreign country, may not have a chance to turn over.

"Absolutely.

My Majesty, the teleportation circle in our palace can still be used, 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 Greymayne commanded.

"Yes, my majesty."

Master Dramy bowed slightly, then left Jean Greymane's room.

"Father's ......"

Liam stood beside Jean Greymane, hesitating to say something.

"Go, my child."

Jean Greymaine patted Liam on the shoulder and said encouragingly.

When his son had left the room, Jean Greymane sat down at his desk, took a quill from the pen holder, took out some more pieces of stationery, and began to write.

Of course. Jean Greymane wasn't writing a suicide note, and he didn't have any intention of dying here, but there were just some things that needed to be arranged.

After all, the Greymans ruled Gilneth for thousands of years, even if ...... Even if he fails now, Jean Greymane will not give up the wealth that his ancestors have accumulated over the course of thousands of years.

Although there was no way to take away the treasures in the royal palace, there were still many unknown possessions of the Greymane family in Gilneth and even elsewhere in the kingdom; 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 felt that he had really sucked today—first showing his dirtiest side in front of Rhona Croré, a guest from the Kingdom of Gilness—that he was almost about to put his lower body in the small hole between Frost Sorrow's legs in front of this noble girl.

finally left this unbearable scene behind him under the tacit understanding with Rhona Crolley. He was in a hurry to save his father, the hateful Lord Vincent Godfrey of the Kingdom of Gilneis, who was about to take his father away from him forever with a simple and crazy plan.

Thankfully, there was Frost's Sorrow - even though Little Magic Sword had never figured out why the barrel had turned into a pile of slag in the Twisted Void, she had managed to stop Lord Vincent Goldfrey's crazy plans.

After imprisoning the daring Gilneth vassal and Assassin in a prison in the camp, Arthas said goodbye to his father, Aurelia Windrunner, and Rona Crolley. With Frost's sorrow, he 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. Little Magic Sword was a little worried about whether her other treasures would be in danger as well—she wanted to transfer all her treasures, but she didn't know where to go.

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

Lord Vincent Goldfrey had 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......

Arthas 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 had made him forget about it. (To be continued.) )

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

Jean Greymayne 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 safety. ”

Master Dramy nodded.

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

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

"Absolutely, Your Majesty. Even the kingdom of Lordaeron is not impossible to cover the sky with one hand. The High Elves of Quel'Thallas are very concerned about the growth of the human kingdom, and if His Majesty asks them for political asylum, I am sure 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 Greymayne said pessimistically.

"Maybe you'll be back that day, Your Majesty...... I know several High Elf mages of Quel'Thalas, and they are all very sensitive to the political interference of the Kingdom of Lordaeron in Dalaran; 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 highlighted their incompetence. ”

"As a result, these High Elf mages are working hard to lobby the Silvermoon Council to hold the High Elf Ranger accountable for seeking political asylum in the Kingdom of Lordaeron; Once the differences between the two sides on this matter further widen, the war ...... It's just a matter of touching. ”

Master Dramy seems to have studied politics quite a bit, and his words convince Jean Greymane even as well.

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

Jean Greymane asked with a frown—he was weighing the pros and cons of the matter.

Of course, there's really nothing to weigh – stay. but to die, to be captive; And fleeing to Quel'Thalas, although he is in a foreign country, may not have a chance to turn over.

"Absolutely.

My Majesty, the teleportation circle in our palace can still be used, 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 Greymayne commanded.

"Yes, my majesty."

Master Dramy bowed slightly, then left Jean Greymane's room.

"Father's ......"

Liam stood beside Jean Greymane, hesitating to say something.

"Go, my child."

Jean Greymaine patted Liam on the shoulder and said encouragingly.

When his son had left the room, Jean Greymane sat down at his desk, took a quill from the pen holder, took out some more pieces of stationery, and began to write.

Of course. Jean Greymane wasn't writing a suicide note, and he didn't have any intention of dying here, but there were just some things that needed to be arranged.

After all, the Greymans ruled Gilneth for thousands of years, even if ...... Even if he fails now, Jean Greymane will not give up the wealth that his ancestors have accumulated over the course of thousands of years.

Although there was no way to take away the treasures in the royal palace, there were still many unknown possessions of the Greymane family in Gilneth and even elsewhere in the kingdom; 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 felt that he had really sucked today—first showing his dirtiest side in front of Rhona Croré, a guest from the Kingdom of Gilness—that he was almost about to put his lower body in the small hole between Frost Sorrow's legs in front of this noble girl.

finally left this unbearable scene behind him under the tacit understanding with Rhona Crolley. He was in a hurry to save his father, the hateful Lord Vincent Godfrey of the Kingdom of Gilneis, who was about to take his father away from him forever with a simple and crazy plan.

Thankfully, there was Frost's Sorrow - even though Little Magic Sword had never figured out why the barrel had turned into a pile of slag in the Twisted Void, she had managed to stop Lord Vincent Goldfrey's crazy plans.

After imprisoning the daring Gilneth vassal and Assassin in a prison in the camp, Arthas said goodbye to his father, Aurelia Windrunner, and Rona Crolley. With Frost's sorrow, he 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. Little Magic Sword was a little worried about whether her other treasures would be in danger as well—she wanted to transfer all her treasures, but she didn't know where to go.

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

Lord Vincent Goldfrey had 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......

Arthas 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 had made him forget about it. (To be continued.) )

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