Worgen have sharp claws and teeth, strong bodies, and agile movements. Even without armor, their tough skin can withstand most weapon attacks.
A large horde of Worgen soldiers stormed into the Prince's army. Caught off guard and unprepared, the human alliance quickly collapsed, with soldiers scattering and fleeing in a one-sided massacre.
Prince Liam was terrified, realizing that all was lost, but it was too late for regrets.
Lord Godfrey smiled indifferently:
"Prince Highness, escape quickly! I'll cover your retreat. Go to Gilneas and seek refuge with the Bloodfang Worgen. Only then will you have a chance to escape Jaina's pursuit."
Liam's nose tingled, and he almost cried. He could only lead a small number of his personal guards and flee towards Gilneas.
Lord Godfrey straightened his collar and led the last of his soldiers toward the Worgen, like moths to a flame.
Soon, the Lord's soldiers were torn to pieces by the Worgen, one of Worgen biting down hard on his neck.
The Worgen were incredibly powerful, crushing their opponents with overwhelming force. Greymane led his guards to search everywhere, but they couldn't find Prince Liam.
He sniffed the air, Greymane expression cold, and led his guards in pursuit in one direction.
Liam rode his horse at breakneck speed, thinking the horse would be even faster, but soon he heard the howls of Worgen behind him.
Liam's personal guards had to stay behind to hold off the Worgen, but they couldn't buy much time. Before long, Liam was surrounded by the Worgen.
The white-haired Worgen at the head of the group was none other than King Greymane, who gazed silently at his son.
"Father, I..." Liam knelt weakly on the ground.
Greymane shook his head and said regretfully:
"My child, you are truly indecisive; otherwise, you wouldn't have suffered this defeat. I am very disappointed in you and don't feel comfortable entrusting Gilneas to you. Entrusting you to Thrall, to die for Azeroth, that is your destiny."
Liam cried out, "Father, can you really bear to watch me die?"
Greymane said righteously, "You died for Azeroth, a glorious death, a great death, a very worthwhile death. I will miss you, my child."
Liam resigned himself to his fate; he finally understood that his father had long since given up on him.
Whoosh!
An arrow suddenly flew over, and Greymane heard the ear-piercing sound of the arrow scraping against the air. He quickly rolled over to dodge.
Unexpectedly, the arrow exploded upon contact with the ground, sending up a large cloud of smoke.
"Not good!"
Greymane yelled and rushed into the smoke, but it was too late. A dark shadow flashed by, Liam was snatched away.
On the high ground not far away, Sylvanas nocked an arrow again and aimed it at Greymane.
Beside the Dark Lady, a towering Abomination carried the unconscious Prince Liam on its back. It was this Abomination that had just used its hook to snatch Liam from the chaos.
"Old Wolf, you really were helping Liam escape." Sylvanas chuckled. "Don't you know he was Jaina's chosen one? Thrall Savior, Consecration everything to save Azeroth, so why are there always treacherous villains trying to sabotage it?"
"I didn't," Greymane argued.
Sylvanas chuckled and said sarcastically:
"Everyone says Greymane cares a lot about his son, but it turns out it was just for show. You really are a good father, a qualified father."
Sylvanas's sarcastic remarks were like daggers, enraging Greymane to the point that his hair stood on end like steel needles as he lunged at Sylvanas.
Antonidas opened Portal, Sylvanas simply smiled and leisurely departed, leaving Greymane alone, roaring loudly at the sky:
"Sylvanas, you stole my beloved son! This is an irreconcilable hatred! I will make you pay with your blood!"
Outland, Throne of the Elements.
Thrall has been here for some time now. Although Outland is in ruins, the elementals remain stubborn. Thrall has tried his best, but still cannot subdue them.
Agna was idly playing with her hair bun, while Thrall was so anxious that he was about to lose all his hair. Seeing Agna's leisurely appearance, he became furious, punched Agna to the ground, and pulled out a lot of Agna hair despite her resistance.
Agna was crying and sobbing, which angered Thrall, who roared:
"I am the great Savior, you should feel honored. If you cry again, I will turn you into a stone statue."
Agna was truly frightened and quickly stopped crying, forcing a smile.
Thrall stomped hard on Agna's head, cursing, "That useless Jaina! So many days have passed, and she still hasn't sent Prince Anduin. Does she want to destroy Azeroth?"
A Portal opened, Jaina stepped through Portal. Hearing Thrall's insults, her beautiful face turned ashen, and she angrily retorted:
"Thrall, shut your temper. You are nothing now. If I were to tell Garrosh where you are, you would become a dried-up corpse at the gates of Orgrimmar."
Thrall was quite frightened and quickly released Agna, saying obsequiously, "It was just a joke, please don't take it seriously."
Jaina tossed a bag in front of Thrall quickly untied it and saw a strange man. He exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't this Prince Anduin?"
Jaina was prepared and lied, saying, "Anduin has a hidden ailment and is not suitable to descend. This is Prince Liam of Gilneas, who is more suitable to serve as Vessel than Anduin."
Thrall wanted to retaliate, but considering Jaina's threat, he had to hold back for the time being.
Prince Liam was bound tightly. Thrall gave him a cruel smile, placed him on the prepared Altar, and began preparing for the Advent ceremony.
Thrall had prepared a large number of offerings. There were hundreds of Orcs from Nagrand, men, women, and children, who were driven by Thrall and stood around the Altar.
Jaina, who was standing to the side, looked on with a strange expression. Having witnessed the atrocities of the Orcs many times before, Jaina was not surprised.
She had never seen such a magical ritual before, which piqued Jaina's curiosity.
Thrall pulled a seed from his pocket, which looked like the spore of some kind of plant, covered with countless sharp spikes, about the size of a quail egg, and forced it into the mouth of an Orcs man.
The Orcs man screamed in agony as his skin rapidly cracked open, unleashing countless black vines that spread out like poisonous thorns, stabbing at the surrounding Orcs.
Before long, hundreds of Orcs were bound together by vines, their flesh melting into a large, writhing mass of meat.
At the top of the meat chunks, countless eyes were scattered like stars, arranged in some kind of array. Jaina guessed that these eyes replaced Magic Gems.
The formation began to operate, the Throne of the Elements Windfury, and the array formed by the eyes absorbed a large amount of Elemental Power, causing the surrounding elements to howl in resentment.
The sky above the Throne of the Elements darkened, revealing glimmers of starlight. Suddenly, powerful elements tore through space, creating a strange Spatial Rift.
A blurry figure flew out from the rift, resembling a long, soaring Cloud Serpent, and entered Prince Liam's body, instantly shattering the Prince's consciousness.
Not long after, the Prince slowly opened his eyes, his red-glowing eyes looking around. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he let out a piercing scream.