The mysterious voice could not be identified as male or female. The only thing Greymane could confirm was that the voice came from the depths of the ocean.
"Who are you?" Greymane asked anxiously, holding on to the railing.
The Forsaken fleet pursued them in the wind, and Archmage Antonidas blessed the ships with magic. It was only a matter of time before dozens of Gilneas troop transports were overtaken.
"Humble human, you have no choice." The voice said calmly: "Without my help, the history of Gilneas would have ended."
The fleet of the Forsaken is getting closer and closer, but Greymane's gaze becomes more determined:
"We Gilneans have dignity. We would rather die than become someone else's slave. Put away your wishful thinking, and we will overcome difficulties on our own."
The mysterious voice stopped. Greymane's face was serious and he clenched his fists tightly.
Darius rushed over in a hurry: "Your Majesty the King, what should we do? Do we want to surrender?"
Greymane glanced at Darius with his sharp eyes and said angrily:
"Damn it, no surrender is allowed. Do you want to become a rotting living dead? We Gilneans would rather die standing than live on our knees."
Darius lowered his head. He knew the consequences of surrendering to the Forgotten, but becoming a living dead was better than sinking to the bottom of the sea and being eaten by fish and shrimps.
What's more, Sylvanas created the Forsaken without asking for their opinions.
Greymane looked solemn: "We must make up our minds now. Only by cutting off the arms of a strong man can more people be saved. Darius, the future of Gilneas lies with you."
Darius felt the king's determination and asked tremblingly: "Your Majesty, do you really want to do this?"
Greymane said impassionedly: "Darius, there is no time, so I will leave the troop transport to your command. This is your responsibility, and I will take care of it."
Darius sighed, glanced at His Majesty the King reluctantly, bowed deeply, his eyes filled with tears, and left without looking back.
On the largest troop carrier, Darius stared at Greymane's flagship "Gilneas", which was also the only warship in the fleet.
This warship specially built by the Gilnean royal family is full of mystery. Legend has it that it was made from a piece of Y'shaarj's carapace and possesses various magical powers.
Greymane stood on the bow of the ship, his robe blown by seafly, and his gray hair fluttering in the wind, smiling and waving goodbye to Darius.
"I am Gilneas, and Gilneas is me. As long as I live, Gilneas will not perish, for the sake of Gilneas."
The Gilneas was shrouded in a gray-white bubble, and the entire ship was like a greased pig, flying into the distance at an incredible speed, and soon disappeared without a trace.
This speed could not be maintained for long. Darius knew his responsibility and ordered the troop transport fleet to turn around and face the Forsaken fleet.
More time must be bought for the Gilneas. As long as King Greymane is still alive, the Kingdom of Gilneas will not be destroyed. The price is worth it.
Darius looked at death with a look on his face and calmly commanded the fleet. He quietly touched his arms, where there was a precious teleportation scroll.
The Forsaken fleet was getting closer, and Sylvanas could already see Darius' struggling expression.
In front of the elite Forsaken warships, the troop transport was helpless, like a fish in a net.
Sylvanas decided to tease the Gilneans, but unfortunately Greymane's Gilneas escaped.
At this moment, a gray-white mist rose from the sea, covering the entire Gilneas fleet. Sylvanas felt an unusual power and hurriedly ordered the fleet to change direction to avoid touching the mysterious mist.
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After a short time, the fog dissipated and Gilneas's fleet disappeared without a trace. Sylvanas's chest rose and fell violently and she whispered:
"Antonidas, perhaps this is an unusual trip."
Antonidas held the staff tightly and suggested in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, maybe we don't have to obey Garrosh's orders."
Sylvanas seemed to be shaken, her eyes wandering.
For some reason, Sylvanas entered a state of trance, as if she was listening to something. After a while, Sylvanas regained her clarity and ordered with confidence:
"There's nothing to be afraid of, just keep going."
Cajaro Crater.
The morning fog had just dissipated, and Wrathion stepped out of the tent to breathe in the fresh air.
The Earthen Ring Shaman's work is coming to an end, and Wrathion can make Ca'aro volcano erupt at any time if he wishes.
The bait has been spread out, and they are just waiting for the time to close the net. Wrathion believes that Titan City will be able to attract really big fish.
The noisy noise reached my ears from afar, as if countless people were whispering in my ears, disturbing Wrathion's good mood.
Wrathion tilted his head in confusion. The dragon's spiritual sense allowed him to hear sounds from far away. The source of the chaos and noise was the virgin forest covering the entire volcano. There were also trivial friction sounds, which should be from clothes and leaves.
touch.
"What's going on?"
Wrathion looked up at the bottom of the mountain. There was nothing unusual about the dense primeval forest, and the lush bushes were as peaceful as ever.
"What did I seem to have overlooked?"
Wrathion thought carefully and even suspected that it was contaminated by some unknown existence.
The noisy sound got closer and closer, the nearest bush moved, and a goblin emerged from it, followed by a second, third...
Thousands of goblins filled the crater. Wrathion looked at it all in stunned silence and realized what he had overlooked.
The goblins are short in stature. In order to avoid the pursuit of forest trolls, they are accustomed to walking silently among the trees. Their green skin can provide good protection.
"Titan cities belong to the goblins."
A goblin took the lead in shouting, and countless goblins flooded the camp in the Earth Ring.
A scream rang out, and Jaina ran out of the tent, barefoot and with disheveled hair.
As a great mage, everything Jaina wears is of high quality. The eyes of the goblins who know the goods shine as if they have seen a walking treasure.
"Don't come here, you dirty goblins."
Goblins were everywhere in the mountains and plains. Jaina ignored others and opened the portal to escape. Many greedy goblins also got in, and screams came from the portal.
"No, please help me, please spare me!"
Thrall, the savior, ran out of the tent in embarrassment, knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, but was quickly overwhelmed by the goblins, and Wrathion only had time to snatch Thrall's head.
The goblins' madness shocked even Wrathion. They collected everything they could see. The shamans of the Ring of Earth were cut into pieces before they could even cry out. Their clothes were well preserved, and the spellcasting items they carried with them
It was carefully maintained, and no bones or flesh was wasted, making it into the hard meat jerky that the orcs loved most.
The magic circle carefully built by Wrathion was completely dismantled. Not to mention the precious magic gems, not even a brick was left.
"Sir, save me, don't leave me."
The chubby Gallywix ran towards Wrathion aggrievedly. The cunning Gallywix knew that Wrathion was his only hope for survival.
The evidence was very clear, Wrathion was standing there, thousands of goblins passed by him, turning a blind eye to him.
Wrathion noticed something unusual and gritted his teeth and asked: "Gallywix, tell me what you think."