The last rays of light of the day faded in the dark gray sky.

Jean Greymane retracted the hand that was reaching for his father.

Fighting back from his disappointment, Jean sat cross-legged on the cold stone wall that had recently been built with an undisguised grievance on his face—a testament to the awe-inspiring power of the nation—but for Jean, it was the man standing in front of him who was most in awe.

"Never accept a helping hand, son......"

Ignoring his son's complaining eyes, Archibald still stood there like a straight javelin, looking at the pride in front of him with a kind of encouragement and tenderness. Patting the sturdy and heavy arrow towers on the stone wall, Archibald Greymane, who stood on the barrier like a mountain, slowly opened his hands, as if to embrace the qiē in front of him:

"Do you think this qiē was built by asking other kingdoms for help?"

The towers of Gilneth City stretch out beneath the high walls, and look truly spectacular: large expanses of elaborate houses are scattered in a patchwork of neat, spacious cobbled streets; In every city, bustling shops, stately churches, overtime factories, and smoking chimneys can be found almost everywhere; The smiling and wistful faces of the city show the people and the malleability of this great country – a city full of brilliant prospects and endless possibilities!

"Never accept help from others, son......" King Archibald Greymane continues to elaborate on the idea he wants to emphasize, the original distinct features. In the twilight, it became a blurred outline. "It's better to stand on your feet. This is exactly the difference between a great man and an ordinary person. ”

"When I was a young prince like you are now. My father would never have dreamed of this! But I have such a dream. And dare to put my dreams into practice. Look at the ...... we have now I did that, not expecting Stormwind's help, or begging for Lordaeron's help. There was no groveling at all to the arrogant elves with long ears of Quel'Thalas. ”

King Gilneth's words are full of pride and self-esteem, and his body at the height of his life is like a mountain that is difficult to climb.

Young Jean had heard the story of Gilneth before he took the throne in Archibald. Originally, this was a country that was completely incomparable to what it is now. And bring a qiē change

"Get up now, kid. Arise and call me to help you again. Because this qiē will be yours, and when you get it. You have to be ready. ”

"It's yours, Father. Gilneth will always be yours. ”

"No, future king."

Archibald smiled, his tone becoming generous and gentle.

"One day will turn to night, and the prince will grow into a king. This is how everything works...... And as you stand where I am now, son, remember the most sincere words of a father - it is better to ask for others than for yourself! ”

"Father? Father! ”

Confusion was mixed with eagerness, and the call in his ears finally pulled Jean Greymane back to reality from his trance-like memories.

Time flies.

The once ignorant prince has become the king of a country, and the immature face of the past has been deeply engraved with the footsteps of the years, and even the powerful kingdom that everyone thought would thrive at his feet has now become gloomy and cold, and it seems that only the high walls and barriers that still stand are still standing.

"I'm listening."

Shake your head slightly to sober yourself up. King Jean Greymane of Gilneys slowly turned his gaze to the young figure behind him, it was his eldest son, Liam Greymane, the crown prince of Gilneys and the future king.

Strong physique, strong nerves, unyielding will, and love for the kingdom and its people, "Liam would be a good king." More than once Jean Greymane said to himself in his mind, "It would be better if I could grow up a little more steadily." ”

"Stormwind's envoy is still stationed in the city waiting for you to receive you, and he hasn't changed his mind?"

Perhaps it is the peculiar open-mindedness of young people, or perhaps the state of the Kingdom of Gilneth has become more worrying in recent years, and the young Liam Greymane, unlike his father, has always been haunted by the seclusion of Gilneys, for which the father and son who lead the country have quarreled more than once.

"It's better to ask for others than for yourself!" Jean Greymane gently stroked the turret of the rampart, as his father had done, "My father, the most decorated monarch in the history of the kingdom of Gilneis, was here - right here he left a message to me at that time, and this is also the family motto that I want to relay or pass on to you now-"

"Never accept a helping hand, son...... Stand your own ground. This is exactly the difference between a great man and an ordinary man! ”

A qiē seems to be reincarnated, and the repertoire of the past is once again staged on the former barrier.

It's a pity that the young Liam has his own insistence as his father commented on him, and will not give in lightly.

"There will also be a day when the rivers and seas will become deserts, and the dangerous peaks will turn into dust and disappear without a trace, and everything is not static!"

"Grandfather's philosophy may or may not be suitable for today's Gilneth"

As if to cheer himself up, Prince Liam Greymane's voice gradually became high-pitched and intense:

"Father, think of what this kingdom was like all those years ago! Think about how this story continues! ”

"Once Gilneth was a nation of noble faith, she had a strong will, honed over time, and weathered the years of war. But look at it now, and look at what has become of Gilneth - isolated, independent, troubled and troubled! ”

"The wall is there to protect this country, to stop the troubles of other countries from becoming our own. But here's what's interesting: the walls do a great job of keeping some monsters out, but they also ruthlessly trap some monsters inside, right among our people! ”

"More importantly, we, all the people of Gilneis, are becoming selfish, cold, old-fashioned, and stubborn under the blockade of this high wall"

"The country needs to change!" Clenching his fists tightly, the young prince finally raised his head and looked at his father, without flinching: "When the alliance needs help, we lend a hand; When we face difficulties, we will eventually have their support. Such an alliance is more reliable than any impregnable barrier! ”

"Father!"

Staring at the scarred but still tenacious Wall of Greymane at his feet, Liam Greymane's eyes were only resolute and no longer confused.

"Perhaps, it's time to break out of this cage we have set with our own hands!"

On the city wall, there was a long silence.

"You know what, my son." Finally, the expression of the ruler of Gilneth was no longer stern and angry, and a gentle smile bloomed on the corner of his mouth: "One day, the prince will take up the scepter and be crowned king!" ”

"This time, if you insist," gently patted his son's shoulder, which was already shouldering the responsibility, Jean Greymane said softly: "We may try to take the first step"

"His Majesty the future king."

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The ice and snow are like the tip of a knife, flickering and freezing to the bone.

The trees on the keel wilderness are shaped like ice crystals, and the cold forest is erected. The cold wind cut through the woodland, with the faint sound of heaving breathing.

On the battlefield on the edge of the forest, the remaining yak warriors of less than a thousand people in the midst of countless undead natural disasters were stunned one by one at this moment, and their eyes mixed with fear and trembling were gathered in the air of the wind and snow.

They weren't surprised.

Because what appeared under the clouds was a terrible creature covered in strange cold, white bones, and tattered wings stretched out in the wind and snow.

It was a dragon that had risen from the dead, to be exact.

A mighty frost dragon.

"Sindagosa!"

For a moment, the Minotaur Overseer, whose body tensed for a moment, gently recited the forbidden name, his slightly narrowed eyes flashing with a sharp mang he had never seen since coming to the Northlands. The sword-like eyes made the old Tang at this moment dazzling and dangerous in the eyes of others

After frosting, Sindagosa.

The wife of the weaver Malygos, a blue dragon who fell in the Battle of the Ancients but could not rest in peace. The last pain and reluctance of her life eventually transformed over time into the hatred and hatred of the unresting soul for all things in the world, and finally succumbed to the power of frost grief and turned into a symbol of revenge and death.

Without a doubt, she is the most dangerous weapon under the Lich Throne

The dilapidated wings fanned the icy cold wind, and the rolling wind and snow made people unable to open their eyes.

Slowly descending, Sindagossa perched atop an ice mound on the battlefield, condescendingly looking down at the ants in her eyes.

Her massive body was about the size of a four-story building, and the hill-like mounds of ice were like funny toys under her claws, and the barbed dragon power swayed gently. swept away all the undead behind him;

The spurious neck of the bone spurs was slightly curved, supporting a hideous skeletal dragon head with four horns, and the frosty death chill replaced the fine dragon scales that were once proud; The flame of the soul intertwined with cold and frost is like a lighthouse representing death, and the original white sky is reflected by it like a curtain that has been heavily rendered after splashing ink, and the entire sky is covered with crimson blue

And those ice eyes full of death, coldness and bitter hatred, at this moment, are firmly locked on the old Tang in the stand! (To be continued......) T