Rise of the blood elves

Gilneas's northern border.

Night enveloped the earth, and there was silence everywhere. All living creatures had moved away from this land that was suffering from natural disasters.

The darkness before dawn was pitch black, and under the dim moonlight, only the outlines of the diseased pine trees in the northern silver pine forest remained, which was not clear and made it even more eerie and terrifying.

In the lonely land, only a few fires lit up near the tall Greymane Wall.

This epic wall named after the royal family straddles the southern border of Silverpine Forest and the northern border of the Kingdom of Gilneas, filling the gap in the mountain passes. Together with the unreachable mountains on the east and west sides, it forms an insurmountable barrier. The natural moat perfectly isolates all threats from the outside world.

But now it is riddled with holes. The outer walls are covered with scars caused by large siege weapons. There are still unexploded canisters of natural disasters and plagues embedded in many places. Most of the crenellations on the wall used to provide cover for archers are also intact. Very damaged.

Several watchtowers collapsed, and the catapults and ballistae built on the walls to counter enemy siege weapons were all reduced to debris under the swarm attacks of the Scourge Gargoyles.

This was all caused by the Scourge that attacked the Kingdom of Gilneas three days ago.

The craftsmen stayed up all night, repairing the defense facilities non-stop. The sound of hammering, sawing and pulling spread far in the silent night.

Night patrol soldiers armed with crossbows nervously patrolled the wide trail with a huge wall large enough to accommodate five carriages traveling side by side. Their sharp eyes scanned the dark night sky over and over again, wary of possible aerial attacks from the undead.

"Are we really going to do nothing to save them? If it weren't for them, the Greymane Wall would have fallen to the undead attack long ago."

"Don't think about it. There's an order from the top not to open the door. There's nothing we can do."

"Fuck Shangfeng, those high-ranking big shots are all bastards who are greedy for life and afraid of death. Our brothers are helping us resist the undead outside the wall, but we are strictly ordered not to open the door to support. How can there be such a reason in this world?"

"Keep your voice down."

From time to time, some people cast sympathetic glances at the defensive positions facing the torches on the side of the Silver Pine Forest outside the giant wall, venting a few words of indignation to each other, and every conversation ended in helpless sighs.

In the defensive position outside the wall, there are more than 1 coalition soldiers who are rushing to support the Kingdom of Gilneas.There are many trenches inside, and low earth walls made of rammed earth are connected one after another. The soldiers are busy in the large-scale position, hoping to consolidate the existing simple defense as much as possible before the next wave of undead attacks.

All the defenders of the Great Wall knew very well that if they had not launched a surprise attack from behind and eliminated the living force of the undead, Greymane Wall would have fallen to the terrifying enemy offensive.

Among these coalition soldiers were many northern Gilneans who had been betrayed once by the king they swore allegiance to.

Nearly a month ago, the Scourge mobilized all its forces in the Lordaeron region in order to attack Dalaran, where all the coalition forces gathered.Millions of resurrected people are coming fiercely, intending to rush to Dalaran through the Ambermere Pass.

The subjects of High Lord Darius Crowley had completed the evacuation and were about to enter the giant wall, but King Greymane was afraid that millions of undead would follow suit and ordered the gate to be closed.Although this move saved millions of people in the country, it also directly exposed hundreds of thousands of innocent civilians outside the wall to the attacks of the undead. This was a controversial move and caused great controversy within the kingdom.Some people denounced King Greymane's cold-bloodedness, while others praised him for his bravery like a strong man breaking his wrist. Others said that he had no choice but to make such a decision.

In short, this king who implemented his father's "closed door" policy of governing the country has become a controversial ruler.This is true within the kingdom, not to mention the people of Lordaeron and northern Gilneas who were abandoned by him in cold blood.

I'm afraid they have already despised Genn Greymane.

Now Lord Darius Crowley heard that Gilneas was in trouble, and regardless of past grievances, he led his troops to return to the rescue with the coalition forces, relieving the biggest crisis in Gilneas' history.

What did King Greymane do to them?

No doors should be opened to prevent the spread of the plague into the country.

There is some truth to this move. After all, the main army of the undead is watching in the nearby Silver Pine Forest. It would take at least ten minutes to open and close the gate of the giant wall, plus the passage of tens of thousands of troops. The time required may give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage.

If the wall breaks down, what will millions of people in the country do?

But "strictly prevent the plague from being introduced into the country"

Can a giant wall alone resist the all-pervasive natural disaster and plague? This is clearly impossible.Because just a few days ago when the undead attacked the giant wall, a plague crisis broke out within the Kingdom of Gilneas. Hundreds of thousands of civilians were tragically infected, causing great chaos in the capital. Fortunately, the defenders responded well and quickly attacked. Kill the leader of the undead, otherwise once the infection spreads, the entire capital will turn into a dead zone.

"Greymane, I didn't know until now that you were responsible for those monsters. What on earth are you doing?"

At this time, in the center of the widest city wall above the city gate, a strong one-eyed man wearing a heavily damaged plate armor with messy hair and a unilateral eyepatch was pointing at the hair in front of him angrily. The middle-aged man in gray uniform asked something loudly.

The questioner came here to support the Lord Darius Crowley, but was "ungrateful". Perhaps he did not recognize his identity as the "High Lord of Gilneas" when he was abandoned by his king.

The person who was severely criticized was the King of Gilneas, Genn Greymane.

Behind King Greymane stood a group of personal entourage, including nobles in rich costumes, aides and the like, and most of them were royal guards armed to the teeth.

Someone was angered by the disrespect in Darius's words and took two steps forward to reprimand him: "Watch your words, Darius is your king."

Darius waved his hand and interrupted angrily: "When he abandoned my 10,000+ subjects, abandoned all the former allies in the north, and abandoned me, he was no longer my king."

"you"

The noble wanted to refute when he heard an angry shout from beside him.

"Enough." It's hard to imagine that the tall and thin King Greymane has such a powerful voice.

He turned to Darius, who was glaring at him, and said in a deep voice: "This is indeed my mistake. I took the advice of the chief mage Arugao and instructed him to summon werewolves to help us resist the invasion of the undead. But I never thought that , things eventually got out of my control, and Arugal betrayed me. He occupied Baron Silvaline's castle and Burning Wood Village, and ran them as his base camp."

King Greymane paused and said, "But at least they played their due role and slowed down the advance of the natural disaster, didn't they?"

"Delay" Darius gritted his teeth and pointed outside the wall, "These beasts that regard the southern Silver Pine Forest as their territory simply do not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, and will attack all living creatures within their territory. In a few days, do you know how many coalition forces there are? Did the soldiers die from the wolf's mouth?"

King Greymane looked towards the deep forest in the north, with no expression on his tense face.

In the darkness, in the gaps between the trees not far from the coalition's defensive positions, countless dim lights were flickering, floating like terrifying will-o'-the-wisps.

It's those werewolf eyes.

Like the most patient hunters, they hide quietly in the forest, ready to attack their prey at any time.

A one-hit kill attack.