9. The Rebellion of Gilneas (Part 2)---For the Brave Amo Brothers [6/20]
"Hmm"
At midnight, in the quiet palace of Gilneas, King Zeon, who had rested for the day, suddenly opened his eyes. He sat up from the bed and quietly looked around. Beside him was his beloved queen.
Mia, although the king also has his own lover, the relationship between him and the queen is worthy of recognition.
The queen gave birth to his son Liam and daughter Tess, and almost devoted the best years of her life to Jean. This was a feeling that even the hot-tempered king could not let go of.
He carefully walked out of bed without disturbing the queen. The king felt very thirsty. He needed some water to moisten his burning throat, which was almost smoking. This was an abnormal situation, but walking in the bedroom, Jean moved.
I touched my arm, and my body, which had been a little groggy due to the flu these days, seemed to have completely regained its energy.
"Wolf really has two skills."
The middle-aged king smiled. He walked through the corridor of the bedroom without alerting the attendants. He poured himself a glass of wine. In the dark, he drank the cold wine in one gulp, but the thirst in his throat did not get anything.
On the contrary, the wine poured into his body was like adding fuel to the fire, making the heat in his body more obvious.
There was even weird itching on the skin.
"What's going on?"
The king put his hands on the table and suddenly felt dizzy. Then, the calm emotions in his heart suddenly erupted. Like a pent-up volcano, the burning emotions spewed out from his heart.
"Clang"
The bottles and cups containing wine were swept to the ground by him. The sound of breaking glass alarmed people inside and outside the bedroom. Outside the door, the footsteps of the guards walking were so clear that King Jean staggered a step forward until this moment.
Only then did he discover his abnormality. In the bedroom that should have been dark, he could see everything clearly in the darkness. This was not normal!
This is not the vision that humans should have... and the anger rolling in his heart soon made him unable to think about these issues anymore. The moment the guard opened the door, he struggled to stand up. In the full-length mirror in front of him,
Gene saw himself... saw his yellow, wolf-like eyes, his silver mane all over his body, and his wolf-like head.
He was stunned, and he looked down at his hands... which were clearly a pair of claws with claws and fleshy pads.
"Protect the King!"
The captain of the guard's frightened and angry roar sounded in the king's bedroom at this moment, followed closely by the sound of hot muskets. Those projectiles streaked through the dark air, causing wounds on Jean's body, and
Amidst the screams of the queen and the stimulation of pain, His Majesty Jean, who could no longer control himself, turned back and roared at the loyal guards. His eyes were full of wild madness, but he retained the last trace of reason.
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The silver-haired wolf looked back at the queen who was tightly protected by the guards. He saw the frightened light in his wife's eyes. Jean trembled and stretched out his claws towards the queen, but the captain of the guard waved his long sword and struck her with a blow.
The sword was forced back, and in the increasingly noisy hail of bullets, more blood splashed on Jean's body. Finally, he roared and knocked several guards away. In the air filled with the smell of blood, he turned around and broke
The windows burst into the darkness outside the palace.
Sad wolf howls echoed one after another in the moonlit night. The gunfight in the king's bedroom seemed to be a signal. In less than 10 minutes, the werewolves hiding in Gilneas City all tore off their disguises.
Under the dark city, on the roofs shrouded in night gauze, werewolves were running past in groups.
They didn't seem to be thinking of hurting anyone. They were like a group of cursed people, venting their dissatisfaction with their fate with howls on this moonlit night.
The timid citizens hugged their wives and children tremblingly, hiding under the bed and shivering, fearing that werewolves would burst into the room at the next moment and kill them all, but no...these werewolves did not
To harm innocent people, on the contrary, they marched towards the military zone formed by Gilneas under the command of wolf howls.
In that city area, there were many patients infected with the werewolf plague who were about to be exiled, and many captured werewolves who were about to be sentenced to death. They were going to rescue their compatriots, and before the defenders responded and returned,
Take control of this city in your own hands.
But Wolfe and the werewolves of Silverpine Forest have been planning an offensive for several years. Is that just that? Is it just to terrorize the nobles in Gilneas?
Of course not!
In the same late night, in the area far away from the junction of northern Gilneas and Silverpine Forest, under the nearly 20-meter-high Greymane Wall that bisected the entire Gilneas, people living in Silver
The werewolves in the pine forest area set off a terrible riot that night. Under the command of several leaders, they walked out of the dark forest.
The eyes of those tall, bestial humanoid creatures shone in the darkness. They roared at the top of their lungs at the defenders on Greymane Wall. There were hundreds of thousands of them who were guarding the wall.
The defenders were very nervous. Dozens of cannons were already aimed at the roaring werewolves below the city. They were just waiting for an order from the northern lord guarding the city wall, and the scorching cannons would send these monsters to hell completely.
"They can't hold it anymore?"
Guarding the city wall is the Northern Duke of Gilneas, Lord Darius Crowley. As the Duke of a kingdom, he originally ruled the vast lord north of Greymane Wall, half of Silverpine Forest.
Within his territory, but when the werewolf disaster broke out, the Northern Grand Duke lost most of his territory in a short period of time. For the safety of the entire country, the Grand Duke had to give up his ancestral land.
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But he did not give up his responsibility. From the time the Greymane Wall was built to the present, the Duke has been guarding the northern border of the country for King Zeon. He has dealt with werewolves countless times.
, but he had never seen these beasts as violent as tonight.
"There is a reason for this. There must be a reason. Werewolves are not simple beasts. They have their own intelligence. Something must have happened that we don't know about, forcing these werewolves to start migrating south."
The Duke wearing armor stood on the tall city wall. He looked towards the dark land below. The roars of those werewolves made people very irritated, but this did not affect the Duke's thinking. The wall guard behind him whispered softly.
explain:
"Duke, could it be the smoke from the past few days? Do you still remember? The smoke escaping from the sky in the Tirisfal area. It is said that there is a large-scale undead activity there. Could it be that they disturbed it?
These werewolves?"
"It's possible."
Duke Darius stroked his beard, and after a moment, he said in a deep voice:
"Please come Master Laraire!"
The guards behind the Duke immediately turned around and left. A moment later, amidst the howls of werewolves, an old druid wearing animal skins was escorted by the guards onto the city wall. He looked like a night elf.
He appeared in Gilneas a year ago and helped the defenders of Greymane Wall to disperse the werewolf siege several times. He is very respected in this area.
But he has a weird temper and is not very willing to interact with humans.
"Master Laraire, the werewolves are going crazy. Can you drive them away like before?"
Duke Darius said to the old druid:
"Scatter them back into the Silver Pines, where we need them to stay."
"It's hard."
The old Druid Laraire closed his eyes and listened to the howls of the werewolves. After a moment, he said to Duke Darius: "The werewolves noticed the darkness escaping in the northern air, and they were alarmed.
They don't want to go back to the forest because it's no longer safe."
As he spoke, the old Druid's nose twitched, as if he was sniffing something in the air.
"Even standing here, I can smell the smell of demons... Around 9,000 years ago, they came back, and their spies have integrated into your world. Humans and werewolves are no longer problems you need to worry about.
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"What did you say?"
The Duke of the North is an out-and-out warrior. He hates such nagging prophecies. He said directly:
"The undead are breeding in the north of Silverpine Forest. Gilneas needs the werewolves to stand in front of our country and drive them back into the forest, Master Ralaire, otherwise they will die under our gunfire."
"Um?"
The Duke's straightforward speech made the old Druid narrow his eyes. The latter looked at the Duke's tall figure and asked in a deep voice:
"You regard werewolves as victims? Duke, do you need me to remind me that they were once your people!"
"But they have turned into monsters, Master. I don't have time to discuss these human problems with you. If you can't solve this problem, then I will do it in my own way!"
The Duke of the North raised his arm, and the fire doors of dozens of cannons on the city wall were opened. The werewolves seemed to sense the approaching danger, and their roars became even crazier.
And at this moment, a strange light lit up behind the Duke. The Grand Duke of the North turned around and saw the light of transformation wrapped around the old Druid Lalaire. In the blink of an eye, a man taller than him appeared.
A huge black shadow that was two heads taller appeared behind him, and Laral turned into a werewolf. Yahuo stared at the Grand Duke of the North.
"You remind me of my stupid compatriots 9,000 years ago..."
The old night elf druid bared his teeth and said in a hoarse voice:
"9,000 years ago, the devil's henchmen, those half-demon satyrs, ravaged my hometown. My compatriots were helpless against their attacks. It was me... I saw new power from the ancient books, and was robbed by the wolf.
The wild power granted by Ringgoldrin, I accepted that power with the sacrifices of those who were willing to sacrifice everything for their hometown!"
"Click"
The long sword in the Duke of the North's hand was broken by the tall werewolf, and his body was strangled by the powerful wolf's neck and caught in the air. On the city wall, a black shadow appeared strangely on the unsuspecting ground.
Behind the soldiers, the Grand Duke of the North saw with his own eyes that his most trusted lieutenant also transformed from a handsome human young man into a ferocious werewolf.
This made him feel a kind of despair. How many weird guys were there on his city wall who could freely switch between humans and werewolves?
Laraire Yahuo caught the struggling Northern Archduke in front of him, and the ferocious alpha wolf roared in a low voice:
"It was we who protected our homeland and people, but the stupid Malfurion exiled us... But after a thousand years, when I returned to this world, I was very pleased to see that my heir,
Creatures that received the same power as me live and multiply on this land, and they also found a way to truly control the power of the wild, and I was saved..."
"But you are too stupid. The nobles and demons of mankind are coming. After tens of millions of years, they will return to this world in a stalemate. They will fulfill their unfinished mission thousands of years ago and kill this world and all life.
..You are so stupid, you can only see a limited future, but you cannot see what kind of sacrifices the victims have made for the future of this world."
“Where can there be victory without sacrifice?”
The alpha wolf moved its neck. During the Satyr War 9,000 years ago, the night elf druid who voluntarily accepted the power of the wolf spirit and transformed into the world's first werewolf looked up to the sky and roared. The light of the moonlit night shone on him, below.
At a moment, amid the Duke's angry roar, his body was thrown from the 20-meter-high city wall by Laraire.
"Become one of us, warrior, and soon you will be on the battlefield with your fellow Talons."
As he spoke, the alpha wolf waved his arms downwards fiercely. A moment later, the heavy grating of Greymane Wall was slowly opened with a difficult sound, and the werewolves who had been waiting for a long time rushed into the tall wall with cheers.
The city walls rushed into their original home.
"Go, werewolves, and give the wild power of the wolf spirit to everyone who needs it!"
Laral stood at the top of the Greymane Wall. Under the light of the moon, his figure looked even more ferocious:
"When the demons set foot on this land, they will face thousands of wild defenders with claws and fangs!"
