In Gilneas City, at the Cathedral of the Dawn of the Holy Light, Velen stood on the steps at the entrance, gazing expectantly into the distance.
According to the Prophet Velen, human society is hierarchical, with complex relationships between different classes, making things particularly troublesome.
Although he was known as the Grand Knight Cyrus, it was no easy task for him to gain an audience with King Greymane.
A row of statues stands on either side of the church, representing the past Kings of Gilneas.
In its early years, Gilneas was one of the city-states of the Arathor Empire, but it later broke away to become an independent kingdom.
Velen curled his lip, both of their merged souls displaying disdain.
Compared to the glorious Argus civilization, Gilneas was merely a floating island.
Only a small number of people possess basic magic skills; the majority of the population is illiterate, relies on primitive manual labor, has low productivity, and is merely a group of ignorant natives.
The rise and fall of the kingdom, its glory and strife, were but a nap compared to Velen's tens of thousands of years of life.
A glance at the biographies beneath the statues of past Kings reveals that they are all described with words like "great" and "noble."
Velen found it hard to imagine how a short-lived species with a lifespan of less than a hundred years could be worthy of such a lofty title.
"It's done, it's done."
Maiven Anlov, a leader of the Peace Doves of Stormwind City, learned that Velen wanted to meet King Greymane and offered to help smooth things over.
A Demons knight who can thrive among the believers of the Holy Light demonstrates his exceptional competence.
Sweat beaded on Maiwen's forehead as he waved the letter in his hand, panting heavily:
"The archbishop has agreed. This is a letter of recommendation for an audience with the King; you will see King tomorrow."
Velen took the letter of recommendation and casually asked, "Is the archbishop one of our men?"
Maiwen shook his head. "The archbishop prefers the gleam of gold coins to the noble Holy Light."
It's true that everyone has their own expertise; it wouldn't have been so easy for Velen.
After finding a clean inn to rest for the night, Velen dressed neatly and entered the Royal Palace to meet the King early the next morning.
The palace guards took Velen's letter of recommendation, and upon seeing the archbishop's signature, they immediately became much more respectful, leading Velen into the reception room to wait.
Before long, a servant brought fragrant tea and exquisite snacks.
Velen sat in a chair waiting, his eyes closed, trying to remain alert to appear polite.
The Hourglass on the table had run out of sand. Velen turned the Hourglass around, took out his pocket watch, and glanced at it. Before he knew it, it was noon.
After having tea and refreshments, Velen continued to wait patiently, but as dusk approached, he still did not receive a summons from the King.
What's going on?!
Velen was very unhappy and summoned the palace guards, loudly complaining:
Why haven't I been summoned? What is King Greymane busy with?
The guard said politely, "Honored guest, please be patient. The great King Greymane works ten thousand hours a day. Please wait a moment; you will soon have the opportunity to be seen."
Velen found it amusing; he wasn't Bronze Dragonflight, after all, so why should he work 10,000 hours a day? He didn't say much, returned to the inn to rest, and continued waiting the next day.
In the blink of an eye, Velen had been waiting for seven days.
Velen's patience finally ran out, and he loudly berated the palace guards. The guards, being quite well-mannered, listened silently until Velen was exhausted from his tirade, at which point they politely said:
"Honored guest, please follow me."
The guards led Velen to the palace gate, where they saw that the high steps were filled with people, at least a thousand in total. They had brought their own food and bedding and would sleep on the steps that night.
Below the steps lay hundreds of corpses, most of them rotted to the bone.
Velen was startled and exclaimed, "They've also come to see the King?"
The guard replied neither servilely nor arrogantly, "Indeed, the great King Greymane is the Savior of Azeroth, having saved the world countless times and revered by all. These people wish to be granted an audience with the King, and many have succumbed to their injuries at the foot of the steps. You were only qualified to wait in the reception room because you received the archbishop's recommendation. By the way, you are first in line for an audience."
Velen stroked his chin. Some people here had been waiting for over a year, and it seemed King Greymane had no intention of seeing anyone at all.
How dare this mere short-lived species be so audacious!
Velen's anger surged, and a thick Power of the Holy Light enveloped his entire body. He strode up the steps and headed towards the palace.
The guards rushed forward, unleashing a barrage of weapons at Velen, but all were blasted away by the Holy Light, leaving Velen as if he were in an empty field.
King Greymane leaned back on his throne for a nap. Kingdom of Gilneas with few matters to attend to, and he was already quite old, his energy not what it used to be.
Especially after the sacrifice of his son Liam, Greymane focused more on enjoying life and never overworked himself.
A commotion erupted, mixed with the screams of guards. Greymane opened his eyes in annoyance, only to see a guard rushing in in a panic.
"Your King, something terrible has happened! Intruders have broken in!"
"Who would dare to be so bold?"
Greymane stood up, his muscles bulging, his eyes bloodshot, his hands turning into claws, transforming him into a giant white wolf.
Unfortunately, he encountered Velen.
Velen stepped forward and knocked Greymane to the ground with a single punch, then sat on his waist, breaking it under the strain.
Velen punched him in the face again and again until he was covered in blood and his face was unrecognizable, then he broke his limbs little by little.
Finally, Velen healed him with Holy Light.
"King Greymane, starting today, I will visit you seven times, each time beating you to the point of near death. We will talk again in seven days."
Greymane is going completely insane. How can someone be so crazy?
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Velen smiled and left.
That night, Maiwen found Velen and nervously questioned him:
"Why have you treated King Greymane like this? Do you know he has fled to Dusk Bay Town overnight?"
Velen chuckled and said, "If we don't treat him this way, how will he learn his lesson? It's alright, I've already located him. No matter where he runs, I'll find him."
Maiven was terrified, realizing after this incident that the person before him was a dangerous individual. "Alright, Lady Jaina has instructed that we must act quickly and without delay."
Velen frowned unhappily. "It seems we'll have to let Greymane have it. I'll discuss it with him tomorrow."
The next day, Velen found His Majesty the King in Dusk Bay Town, and Greymane dared not refuse and readily agreed.
Without delay, Velen and King Greymane rode on Gryphon, without even taking their guards, and rushed to the Kingdom of Stormwind.
Greymane needs to use his prestige to unite the nobles of Kingdom of Stormwind and Kingdom of Gilneas to pressure the Cathedral of Light and solidify Benedictus's guilt.
It would be best to expel him from Stormwind City on charges of treason.
However, Greymane himself was forced into it.
The two landed at Menethil Harbor, prepared to rest for a while, and then changed to Gryphon to continue their journey.
Inside the inn, Greymane sipped his Morning Dew Wine, carefully observing the Kul Tiras man, wondering when Admiral Daelin had acquired such a powerful figure.
The hotel door opened, and a tall figure walked in, accompanied by the fishy smell of the sea breeze.