Rebellion is no easy thing, especially rebelling against a loving father; Prince Liam will find it difficult to overcome this hurdle in his heart.
But when he thought of the tragic Destiny that awaited him, Prince Liam had no choice but to make up his mind.
The rebellion broke out in the dead of night when Godfrey, along with two other lords, led their respective soldiers to surround the camps of Greymane and Darius.
Liam did not want to harm innocent soldiers, so he did not launch an immediate attack, which gave the soldiers in the encirclement time to prepare. They put on their armor and picked up their weapons.
A major war could break out at any moment.
Liam sent negotiators to demand that Greymane relinquish the throne.
Greymane awoke with a start to see Darius rushing towards him, shouting, "King Majesty, something terrible has happened! Liam has rebelled!"
"What?"
Greymane was taken aback, but quickly regained his composure and smiled reassuringly, "It seems Liam already knows. Good, I'm pleased that he's willing to raise an army to resist!"
Darius, seeing the King's expression, knew something was wrong.
If Greymane surrenders, Prince Liam will likely consider their father-son relationship and won't do anything to King Greymane.
But Darius would be in danger, and would most likely be executed.
Greymane can surrender, but Darius absolutely cannot.
Darius's eyes darted around, and he whispered a word of advice:
"King Majesty, the Prince's actions are tantamount to destroying Gilneas. Even if he were to win by chance, Jaina and Thrall would not let it go. The Alliance and the Horde will surely raise an army to punish us, and Gilneas will be destroyed."
Greymane lowered his head and thought about it. It made sense. For the sake of Gilneas's royal lineage, Greymane had to persevere and never surrender.
Donning his armor and taking up his weapon, Greymane arrived outside the tent. Seeing the rebel army encircled like an iron barrel, Greymane's expression turned grave. He turned to the flustered Darius beside him and said:
"Don't worry, Belysra is coming back soon. She will bring us hope. There's nothing we can do now but wait."
Darius knew of Belysra; when King Greymane was driven mad by the Worgen Curse, a Night Elf woman suddenly appeared and healed Greymane with magical herbs.
The mysterious woman was none other than Belysra, who claimed to have been sent by Malfurion to represent the friendship of the Night Elf race.
Looking at the bustling rebel army outside, Darius felt a wave of despair. He didn't believe Belysra could bring reinforcements.
Unfortunately, Darius had no choice but to negotiate with Prince Liam, trying to buy time and wait for a miracle to happen.
Gilneas City, the Cathedral of the Dawn of the Holy Light.
Under the cover of night, a Night Elf woman sneaked in, followed by a Ghost Wolf. The church was empty and Anjing, and the doorman slept like a log.
The woman immediately spotted the Scythe of Elune on the Altar. Overjoyed, she quietly approached, pulled out the Scythe of Elune, and held it in her hand before quickly leaving with the Ghost Wolf.
Having escaped to safety, the woman breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled, "Everyone says the Bloodfang Worgen are brutal, Wolf Worship Cult Guards heavily guarded, yet we stole the Scythe of Elune with ease."
The Ghost Wolf replied softly, "They're a bunch of savage Worgen after all. I killed Lyral here last time."
The woman brandished the Scythe of Elune, a hint of smugness in her eyes, and said, "With this treasure, we can also have a large number of Worgen Warriors. Let's go back; Greymane is waiting for us."
The Ghost Wolf muttered under its breath, "I wonder what Malfurion's purpose is. Are a bunch of lowly humans worth all this effort?"
The two figures disappeared into the night. Robbie looked at the alpha wolf, Lyral, whose expression was complicated, and asked curiously, "Are you really willing to let them go?"
The Night Elf woman was none other than Belysra Starwind. Lyral watched her retreating figure with reluctance, nodded, and said, "After all, they are old friends. Although they have been unkind to me, I cannot be unjust to them."
The woman stole a replica of the Scythe of Elune. While it could keep the Worgen conscious, its combat power was no match for the Bloodfang Worgen of Gilneas.
Robbie's tacit approval of Belysra stealing the Scythe of Elune has another layer of meaning: to investigate Malfurion and Tyrande's true motives.
Robbie had a feeling that the Night Elf to take in the fleeing Gilneas was not as simple as it seemed.
From the outset of negotiations, Prince Liam, who did not want to escalate the situation, found himself at a disadvantage.
The cunning Darius first touched the Prince's heart with the bond between father and son, recounting how King Greymane cared for the Prince, which deeply moved Prince Liam.
At Lord Godfrey's prompting, Prince Liam finally realized his purpose and forced the other side to surrender immediately.
Darius readily agreed, but then became obsessed with the minor details.
The negotiations between the two sides lasted for three whole days without any progress.
Darius would talk about family ties one minute, then say that His King was acting out of necessity the next, and then try to reason with Prince Liam.
Lord Godfrey saw the problem and privately said to the Prince:
"Prince Highness, please launch an attack immediately. Darius is clearly stalling for time."
Prince Liam lowered his head and thought for a moment, "Impossible. Our spies in Darnassus report that the Night Elf race have not launched any military operations. Besides the Night Elf race, who else could be my father's ally? Lord Godfrey, you must be overthinking it."
Godfrey said earnestly, "Prince Highness, this matter is of utmost importance and cannot be delayed. Unexpected changes may occur at any time. I urge Your Highness to make a decision immediately."
Prince Liam waved his arms and roared in anguish:
"Do you want to see me raise a knife against my father? I'm not that vicious woman, Jaina. Lord, don't try to persuade me. I insist on resolving this peacefully."
Godfrey shook his head in disappointment. "Prince Highness, you will regret this."
Belysra brought back the Scythe of Elune. Greymane gazed at the artifact, sensing its extraordinary power. The surging Worgen within him gradually subsided, and he felt a sense of peace and joy.
"What a fine treasure!" King Greymane said with a hint of regret, "Why didn't I acquire this treasure sooner? Belysra, you've worked hard."
Belysra remained calm and said, "Your King, although I have brought back the Scythe of Elune, it will not affect your decision. How you use it is entirely up to you."
Greymane stroked his gray beard and said without hesitation:
"Of course, it's about building a powerful Worgen army. The great Savior Thrall and Queen Jaina of Theramore must be getting impatient."
Prince Liam, still asleep, heard countless wolf howls. Startled, Prince quickly got up. The sound came from the direction of Greymane's palace guards, who were surrounded by them.
Lord Godfrey placed his hand on Liam's shoulder, gave a bitter laugh, and said, "Prince Highness, your soft heart led to tonight's defeat. Look at what's over there? We're finished."
Under the cover of night, a large pack of strong Worgen pounced on the Prince's army.