Robbie secretly admired her; she truly lived up to her title as the Dark Lady Sylvanas, possessing an unparalleled understanding of the darkness within people's hearts.
For a King, nothing is more important than securing his throne; morality, conscience, and the suffering of the people must all give way before the supreme authority of the throne.
Robbie put away the replica of the Scythe of Elune, waved his hand, and said, "Go back and forget about this conversation."
Avel's eyes immediately cleared, and he looked around in confusion, seeing the headless "Lyral" below the Altar. He muttered apologetically to himself:
"I'm sorry, my old friend, may the Moon Goddess always be with you."
Avel bowed to the corpse of "Lyral" and transformed into Ghost Wolf before leaving the Cathedral of the Dawn of the Holy Light.
Robbie knew that he had to dissuade King Greymane from cooperating with the Forsaken, nip the idea in the bud, and learn from his mistake, lest the consequences be dire.
Arriving at the burial ground of the Forsaken army, Robbie began to cast Undead magic. Robbie's mastery of Undead magic was no less than Arthas's, and in some areas even surpassed it.
Countless Restless Souls were comforted and returned to the reconstituted skeletons. Huge hordes of Undead creatures rose again, picked up the armor and weapons of the Forsaken, and silently advanced into the night.
King Greymane personally led his army to the capital, his confidence stemming from the towering siege weapons. The army quietly halted at the foot of the mountain near the north gate of the capital, and Greymane anxiously awaited news.
Not long after, a Ghost Wolf appeared beside Greymane and whispered, "The mission is complete. Lyral is dead."
Greymane smiled smugly, "Lord Avel, thank you for your hard work. Please give my regards to Lord Malfurion."
The Ghost Wolf lowered its head and muttered to itself, "So this is what it feels like to kill an old friend. I don't like it at all."
Greymane remained silent. Compared to the sentimentality of the Night Elf race, he, as King, had long lost the ability to befriend others and could not understand Avel's feelings at this moment.
It wasn't until three or four in the morning, when people were sleeping the most, that King Greymane gave the order, the Charge call sounded, and the soldiers pushed the huge siege engines, slowly approaching the city wall of the north gate.
Greymane watched from the rear, and for some reason, the royal city seemed unusually Anjing tonight, which made him feel a chill run down his spine.
As the siege engines approached the royal city, a sudden burst of light shone from the city walls, and countless torches were lit at the same time.
King Greymane looked around and saw the city walls teeming with Undead soldiers, the banners of the Forsaken fluttering in the wind.
A richly dressed Undead Mage shouted, "Foolish King Greymane, you have walked right into our trap! You have traded Lyral's life for the destruction of Gilneas. What a bargain! Lyral will soon become Her Majesty's most loyal dark warrior."
Greymane was shocked, and the thought quickly flashed through his mind.
The Bloodfang Worgen are colluding with the Forsaken, and Lyral is working with Sylvanas to lure Gilneas' elite forces out of the fortified Greymane Manor.
Arrows rained down from the city walls, Undead soldiers hurled large amounts of oil, igniting the siege engines. Greymane shouted, "Retreat! Run!"
Behind Greymane's army, an army of Forsaken surrounded them. Greymane had no choice but to lead his troops to break through the encirclement.
The battle did not result in heavy losses, but morale was severely damaged. King Greymane was particularly depressed, secretly congratulating himself on his decisiveness and bravery.
More importantly, Greymane no longer wanted to trust Sylvanas.
The Undead soldiers pursued him relentlessly, but Greymane fled back to the manor, where the city gates remained tightly shut.
Upon seeing his father's crushing defeat, Prince Liam asked anxiously, "Father, what happened? How could this be?"
Greymane stroked his son's head and sighed, "The Bloodfang Worgen colluded with the Forsaken, deliberately setting a trap. If I hadn't acted decisively, I probably would have died in the royal city long ago."
Prince Liam's eyes widened in disbelief. "How is this possible? They just finished a tough battle."
Greymane said seriously:
"Child, there are no eternal friends or eternal enemies in this world. Sylvanas is too dangerous, and I don't know how to persuade the alpha wolf Lyral. Remember, never trust this woman under any circumstances."
With the Bloodfang Worgen collaborating with the Forsaken, Greymane knew that the fall of the manor was only a matter of time.
The Greymane Family has ruled the Kingdom of Gilneas for many years and has made many arrangements in secret. For example, they have built a Secret Passage in the Greymane Manor that leads to a dock secretly built below the cliff, where a large number of ships are prepared.
Holding Greymane Manor to the death is pointless; preserving strength is the wiser course of action. However, the retreat of over ten thousand soldiers will take time, and someone must take on the task of covering the rear.
Greymane thought of General Darius Crowley, who was imprisoned.
Darius smiled and looked at the King's gloomy face, teasingly saying, "Look at your disheveled appearance, let me guess, you must have just suffered a crushing defeat."
Greymane shrugged. "It's not too bad, but it feels awful to be outmaneuvered. The Bloodfang Worgen are in league with the Forsaken. If I had been any slower, you wouldn't be here today."
Darius was quite surprised, then laughed and said, "That's a real pity. It seems you intend to withdraw from Gilneas, my King."
Greymane nodded. "I need a general to cover our retreat."
Darius feigned nonchalance and laughed:
"Yes, no one is more suited to cover the retreat than me, a traitor, and my poor soldiers. If only I had given away all my wealth in Theramore, the soldiers could have had their fill of fun."
Greymane asked curiously, "Can you find women in Theramore?"
Darius Anjing for a moment before replying, "The Orcs women from Orgrimmar are quite nice; I often patronize their business."
Greymane was utterly astonished, and at the same time made no attempt to hide his suspicion.
Darius said, feigning nonchalance:
"What's so strange about that? Do you know how many widows there are in Orgrimmar? Nothing grows in a place like Durotar, and Orcs need to support their families too."
Theramore.
After escaping Stormwind City, Thrall entered Outland under the pretext of learning the Shaman path.
Jaina naturally guessed that Thrall must have been communicating with the Blackhand behind the scenes, and that he chose Outland to prevent Elune, from spying on him.
Just as Jaina had predicted, not long after, Jaina received a letter from Thrall in his own handwriting:
"A great being is about to descend upon Azeroth to personally oversee the restoration of Outland. He needs a Vessel; the Vessel's strength is not important, but its status must be noble, and it can only be a Prince."
"After much deliberation, I believe only Prince Anduin Stormwind City is the most suitable vessel for this Vessel. I am confident that Prince Anduin would be more than willing to receive this great honor. Jaina, although this is a small matter, for the sake of Azeroth, you must be cautious and ensure that nothing goes wrong."