In the twenty-ninth year of the Dark Portal, the Worgen Curse spiraled out of control within the Kingdom of Gilneas, and the Gilneas City fell to the Worgen.
This is a major event that is clearly recorded in history.
Robbie witnessed firsthand how, thanks to the efforts of the alpha wolf Lailar Yanya, most of the Worgen in the Kingdom of Gilneas had joined the Wolf Worship Cult and were living peacefully.
They cultivate crops, forge weapons and armor, conduct daily training, and learn the Druid's Path. Apart from being able to transform into Worgen, they are no different from humans.
Through several days of contact, Robbie gradually came to understand Lailar Yanya. Like most Night Elf race, he had no ambition and no reason to attack Gilneas City.
Moreover, Vanessa is the true leader of the Wolf Worship Cult, and everything is under control.
Robbie became increasingly skeptical of the authenticity of this history. After discussing it with Vanessa, he secretly bribed a spy to infiltrate Gilneas City and investigate.
Gilneas City was peaceful. After Archmage Arugal left, Genn Greymane felt increasingly powerless and could only accept the status quo.
The city's tall and sturdy walls, along with its well-trained elite soldiers, were perfectly capable of protecting the King from Worgen.
Robbie could only instruct the Wolf Worship Cult to increase its vigilance, sending elite Bloodfang Worgen to secretly garrison near the capital, paying particular attention to the movements of the Forsaken in the north.
One night, a large number of unidentified ships suddenly appeared in Shipwreck Bay outside the royal city. These ships did not approach the royal city, but stopped at a distance.
Robbie sensed a strong magical fluctuation and hurriedly rushed to the skies above the royal city.
Hundreds of teleportation beacons appeared within the royal city, and large numbers of Worgen entered Gilneas City through the Portals.
The attack happened in an instant. These Worgen were unleashed, letting out piercing roars and their eyes blazing with madness as they tore apart everything in sight.
Gilneas's capital city descended into chaos almost instantly. Enemies attacked from all directions, and the guards within the city were at a loss for how to resist, resulting in utter disarray.
King Greymane was awakened from his sleep and hurriedly led his guards to investigate. As soon as they stepped out of the Royal Palace, they heard countless wolf howls.
"King Majesty, the Worgen have overrun the capital. They outnumber us and have occupied every district," a guard reported.
"Damn it, how could this happen?" Greymane sensed something was wrong. The royal city had fallen in an instant; this was definitely the work of some extraordinary power, and there was likely an Archmage behind it.
"Quickly, find my son Liam, and retreat." Greymane knew the situation was beyond his control and wisely chose to evacuate.
Greymane assembled his most elite palace guards and broke out towards the north gate.
The alpha wolf, Lyral, entered the royal city. Gazing at the deafening battle cries, he calmly felled a Worgen, observed it carefully for a while, then shook his head and said:
"Something's not right. These Worgen aren't Bloodfang Worgen. And their clothes don't look like Gilneas style; they look more like Kingdom of Stormwind attire."
Robbie's mind raced, and he quickly came to a conclusion:
"There aren't many Archmages capable of casting large-scale teleportation spells. Jaina sacrificed 20,000 civilians as offerings to rescue Thrall and Garrosh a few days ago."
Lyral sighed, "The people in the royal city are pitiful; we must think of a solution."
Robbie for a moment, then instructed, "I will take you to the cathedral in the center of the royal city. Use the Scythe of Elune to lure the Worgen in the city, hoping to reduce some casualties."
Lyral said with a mournful face, "The Scythe of Elune has a limited range and cannot cover the entire royal city. Well, we'll save as many as we can."
Robbie hardened his heart. "Order the Bloodfang Worgen to enter the royal city from the city walls and spread the Worgen Plague among the people, turning all the residents into Bloodfang Worgen."
Lyral's eyes widened, and he shook his head, saying, "No, no, this is too cruel."
Robbie said coldly, "There's no time left. Gilneas will face internal strife and the Forsaken's attack. The people will either turn into Worgen or be torn apart by Worgen."
Lyral stamped his foot, having no choice but to do as Robbie instructed.
King Greymane transformed into Worgen, but unlike ordinary gray-haired Worgen, the King's Worgen had thick white fur.
The King led his palace guards in a breakout attempt, but there were simply too many Worgen. Whenever a guard was bitten, he would lose control and turn into Worgen.
Seeing his soldiers dwindling and the Worgen swarming in seemingly endlessly, King Greymane was almost in despair. Looking at his beloved son beside him, he was determined to fight to the death.
He was determined to keep his son alive, no matter what.
Just then, the Worgen who had surrounded them seemed to be inspired. They all showed piety and walked in one direction.
Greymane was bewildered, but thankful for his good fortune, and led his soldiers to continue their escape.
When they reached the edge of the city, they encountered another large Worgen.
Greymane secretly made up his mind to fight to the death.
Suddenly, a loud wolf howl rang in my ears, and another group of Worgen charged over. They were clearly different from the previous Worgen; they were tall, wore thick armor, moved nimbly and powerfully, and knew how to fight in coordination, just like a group of well-trained soldiers.
The Worgen surrounding King Greymane were easily subdued by the later Worgen, who respectfully bowed to His King and voluntarily cleared the way to the city gate.
Greymane had thought he was the only rational Worgen in Gilneas, but when he saw these Worgen, he knew he was wrong and felt uneasy.
Prince Liam exclaimed in surprise, "Father, these Worgen are completely different from the others. Look, their teeth are red!"
The shrewd and calculating King Greymane pondered for a long time, then shook his head and said, "Liam, remember, only a group of Worgen are attacking the royal city. Do not utter a word; this is extremely important."
Prince Liam asked, bewildered, "Why?"
King Greymane sighed, "We must maintain awe for the unknown. Even your grandfather knew that the Orcs invasion was no simple matter; a terrible conspiracy lurked behind it. Kingdom of Gilneas has always tried to avoid getting involved, but unfortunately, it was not its own choice."
Along the way, King Greymane saw more Bloodfang Worgen. They subdued the previous Worgen and stormed into the homes of the residents, but instead of killing the civilians, they turned them into Bloodfang Worgen.
Greymane seized the opportunity to rally the remaining troops, and by the time he reached the north gate, his army numbered over three thousand.
Jaina was unaware of the commotion in the royal city. Seeing the chaos from afar, Jaina chuckled softly:
"The effect is even better than expected, which shows how incompetent King Greymane is. My magic is about to take effect. In ten minutes, all the Worgen will be weakened. General Darius, it's your turn to save this country."
Darius felt a pang of sadness, grieving for the innocent people who had perished so tragically, but he knew he was powerless to change anything. He could only whisper, "Your Majesty, as you wish, when the sun rises tomorrow, you will be the Queen of Gilneas."
"I await your good news." Jaina smiled radiantly, then opened Portal and departed.