"Won't Sylvanas take the opportunity to attack the Kingdom of Gilneas?"
As a sworn enemy who has fought fiercely with the Forsaken for a long time and knows Sylvanas both physically and mentally, King Genn Greymane will never believe such nonsense.
Even if Sylvanas assured him in front of him, patting her rotten chest, Greymane would never believe it.
What credibility do you have with the leader of the Forsaken? Has his head been stepped on by a Kodo? Greymane can't think of anyone in Azeroth who would be so stupid.
Even so, Greymane still maintained restraint and said politely to Tyrande:
"Dear Priestess, I know Sylvanas very well. When she was a ranger general, she was very cunning, but not sinister enough. When she became the Queen of Darkness, she no longer had the word faith.
She only has interests in her eyes, the interests of the Forgotten, and she needs frequent wars and deaths to increase the strength of the Forgotten."
Taking a deep breath, Greymane expressed his thoughts: "I do not recommend going to war with the Kingdom of Stormwind. This matter can be resolved peacefully. I suggest that all tribes in the alliance send representatives to negotiate with the Black Dragon Princess."
"Negotiation? What a ridiculous proposition."
Tyrande responded, with a tough attitude that made Greymane frown: "We Kaldorei are peace-loving and would not be willing to get involved in the disputes in Azeroth. If the goddess Elune hadn't warned me personally,
The terrible truth."
Greymane was stunned, frowned, and asked: "What's the 'terrible truth', Priestess?"
"It's all about saving Azeroth."
Tyrande showed a pious look and said to the moonlight:
"You probably also know the role of King Varian in the Alliance and the Horde. Without him, the Kingdom of Stormwind, which has great hatred for the orcs, would have gone to war with the Horde. If the Alliance and the Horde went to war, they would not be able to unite to fight against the Burning
Legion, you should know what the consequences will be."
Greymane lowered his head and said secretly: "Of course I know the consequences. In fact, humans have several opportunities to deal with the orcs once and for all, including the asylum in Lordaeron and Admiral Daelin Proudmoore's fleet. It's a pity."
When Gilneas left the Alliance, it was because King Terenas built an orc shelter, which required high taxes. The Kingdom of Gilneas was unwilling to bear the cost, so it built the Greymane Wall to enclose itself.
Tyrande raised her voice, stood up, and waved her arms fiercely:
"Without King Varian, a wise human leader, the Kingdom of Stormwind will definitely go to war with Orgrimmar. At that time, all life will be in ruins, and both the Alliance and the Horde will suffer losses. If the Burning Legion takes the opportunity to launch an attack, who can resist it and save the world?
King Varian is all about saving Azeroth, don’t you understand this truth? Greymane."
"Save Azeroth?"
Greymane was secretly surprised in his heart. He knew that the leaders of the tribe, such as Thrall, Sylvanas, Vol'jin, etc., liked to say similar words.
He also understands the meaning. Salvation means destruction, and destruction is salvation. It must be understood in the opposite direction.
Now Tyrande said similar words, making Greymane feel a sense of familiarity, as if he was facing a tribal leader, which made him wary and made up his mind.
"Dear Priestess, I'm sorry that the Kingdom of Gilneas refuses to send troops to the Kingdom of Stormwind." Greymane did not mince words and expressed his wishes directly.
Negotiations broke down.
Tyrande glanced at the corner of her mouth, and a pair of green eyes showed a mocking smile. The smile at the corner of her mouth gradually turned into a deep mockery. Finally, it turned into an evil and dangerous smile. She slowed down her speech and spoke in a dangerous tone.
road:
"Greymane, don't you understand? This is not a request, this is an order. The Kingdom of Gilneas has no choice. From the day you choose the power of werewolves, you must surrender to the goddess Elune, and I am the goddess in this world.
The only spokesperson, that is to say, you must surrender to me."
Tyrande's right hand reached forward and seemed to be grabbing Greymane's throat from afar.
Greymane fell to his knees on the ground with a plop. He clutched his throat tightly, feeling that he could not breathe smoothly. A sense of madness was raging in his body. His consciousness seemed to have sunk into an infinite abyss, and endless darkness enveloped him.
"Help, help, help me, please."
Greymane was like a drowning man, struggling and pleading in vain for his life.
Tyrande smiled proudly and slowly released her right hand.
Greymane exhaled sharply and panted violently. All the strength had left him, and he was like a piece of paralyzed mud lying on the ground. He looked at Tyrande in fear, as if he was seeing a devil.
"Who helped you suppress the madness in your body is the goddess Elune. Without the power of the goddess, you would be a group of irrational beasts. King Greymane, are you willing to let your people turn into beasts?"
Tyrande chuckled, like a witch whispering.
Greymane broke out in a cold sweat and almost collapsed. He originally thought that the Malfurion couple were just stupid, too simple and naive, and that was why they were fooled.
Unexpectedly, they are the real conspirators.
So the people of the Kingdom of Gilneas turned into werewolves, it was all a conspiracy of the night elves.
Yes, after the conquest of Northrend, the Kingdom of Stormwind suffered heavy losses, and the Alliance was in urgent need of new blood.
The Kingdom of Gilneas, which originally wanted to stay out of the conflict, was attacked by the Forsaken, and received unexpected help from the night elves.
Greymane was shocked. Could it be that all of this was planned?
"Tyrand Whisperwind, Sylvanas Windrunner, one is the leader of the night elves, and the other is a ranger general who was a high elf. Aren't the elves all one family? I thought I was one
Smart diplomat, actually I am the fool, why didn’t I discover the connection behind this earlier.”
Greymane closed his eyes. He knew that the fate of the kingdom was in Tyrande's hands, and he had no choice.
"The Kingdom of Gilneas is willing to serve the Priestess and do whatever you want."
This was a helpless choice, and Greymane's heart was bleeding.
"Haha, hahaha!"
Tyrande laughed proudly, nodded and said:
"Don't forget, Greymane, you are just a dog. Now, go back and prepare. The night elves will divide their troops into three groups to attack Stormwind City, Western Wilds, and Draenor's Shadowmoon Valley. The Kingdom of Gilneas will dispatch
All werewolves, cross the Saldo Bridge, enter Ironforge from the wetlands, and take the subway directly to Stormwind City."
Why should the troops be divided into three groups? This is obviously a taboo in using troops.
Greymane shook his head, expressing that he could not understand, but he did not dare to ask any more questions.
The dejected King Greymane had no choice but to rush back to the Kingdom of Gilneas to prepare for the upcoming war, mobilizing the station, deploying personnel, food, grass and weapons and equipment. All these preparations took time.
Boarding the ship bound for Southsea Town from Rutheran Village, Greymane hoped that the ship would go as slowly as possible, and that it would be best to sink to the bottom of the sea and bury himself together.
In a daze, Greymane finally figured out why Tyrande divided his forces into three groups. His heart felt cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and he secretly worried about the fate of the alliance. (To be continued)