King Genn Greymane is still very young.
Emerging from the Cathedral of the Dawn of the Holy Light, King Majesty remained unsettled.
He looked up and, for the first time, felt a sense of dread about the towering cathedral spire.
"Perhaps we shouldn't have built her so tall."
The Cathedral of Light in Stormwind City is the tallest building in the Eastern Kingdoms. Out of reverence for the Holy Light, even Karazhan is slightly shorter.
The Cathedral of the Dawn of the Holy Light ranks second in height after Karazhan, a fact that King Greymane could never understand. The Kingdom of Lordaeron, the birthplace of the Silver Hand, lacked a sanctuary comparable to the Cathedral of Light. Cathedral of Light Light's Hope Chapel, in terms of both floor area and height, could not compare.
King Terenas used all his money to support the Orcs.
Thinking of Terenas's foolishness and his retribution, King Greymane felt much better, but a slight dissatisfaction remained.
After much thought, King Greymane finally realized that his dissatisfaction stemmed from a Priest.
The services at the Cathedral of the Dawn of the Holy Light are merely a formality; the bishops' monotonous prayers and chanting only induce drowsiness.
After the service ended, King Greymane briefly parted ways with his personal guards and encountered a strange Priest.
The Priest was young, with neatly combed black hair and a handsome appearance, but there was an unusual glint in his eyes.
Much later, King Greymane realized that it was the smell of Flame and sulfur.
Upon meeting His Majesty the King, the Priest showed no fear or unease, but instead chatted casually with Greymane for a few moments.
The young Priest possessed a peculiar charm that deeply captivated King Greymane.
"King Terenas is a useless piece of trash, but his henchman Eitrigg has some cleverness. You need to be especially careful of an Orcs, Thrall, the Thrall of the Orcs Calamity; his next target is the Kingdom of Gilneas."
King Greymane was unimpressed and simply smiled, saying:
"Thrall only has two thousand Orcs; the kingdom's standing army can easily handle them."
The young Priest gave him a deep look, bowed slightly, and said:
What if someone within the kingdom is colluding with Thrall?
King Greymane felt a surge of unease. Indeed, the Kingdom of Gilneas was not a monolithic entity; several lords with substantial armies were eager to make their move.
If the kingdom remains stable, their ambitions can only remain buried in their hearts.
However, if Orcs Calamity, the Thrall of the Orcs, were to invade, it could very well become a trigger, and the lords would be more willing to remain inactive and watch as their King was devoured by Thrall.
Greymane was extremely proud, and although he was tormented inside, he refused to show it.
However, the young Priest saw right through the King at a glance, and his casual smile sent a chill down Greymane's spine.
"You know the answer, Your King. I don't need to teach you."
Having said that, the young Priest left, and when the guards came looking for him, they found only King who was dumbfounded.
Greymane wanted to find the young Priest, so he searched the entire church and described the Priest's appearance to the bishops.
The answer was that nobody knew of such a Priest.
The archbishop believed it was an inspiration from the Holy Light, but Greymane disagreed; the Priest struck him as a cunning Demons.
After much deliberation, Greymane felt increasingly that the young Priest was right. He left the city with minimal entourage and entered a dilapidated manor.
At the top of the manor's spire, there is a secret laboratory where the Archmage Arugal is engrossed in conducting experiments.
Greymane left his bodyguard at the door and entered the laboratory alone.
"Arugal, I need your help."
Arugal his head, his hair disheveled, his black robe filthy.
"I'm sorry, King Majesty, but the experiment hasn't been successful yet. The Worgen Potion is extremely dangerous, and the success rate is far from satisfactory."
Greymane looked at the bottles and jars in the lab and asked:
"How are those death row inmates I handed over to you? Oh, and I remember there were more than a dozen wandering Orcs among them."
Arugal scratched his head. "After taking the Worgen Potion, a third of the death row inmates survived, the rest turned into ferocious beasts, and none of the Orcs survived."
"That means Orcs can't become Worgen." Greymane breathed a sigh of relief, "Arugal, how strong are Worgen?"
Arugal cautiously replied, "It holds its own against the Orcs, and its stamina is greater. King Majesty, please give me some time; there's still room for improvement in the potion."
Nothing in this world is perfect; you have to pay a price to gain power.
Greymane hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Is there a way to guarantee the Worgen's loyalty?"
Arugal paused, then replied, "Worgen's loyalty depends on bloodline. I possess a primordial potion, said to be the blood of the ancient Goldrinn Lo'gosh Goldrinn."
Greymane holds out his hand. "Give it to me."
Arugal looked at the King in horror. "Your King, the Blood of Goldrinn is extremely dangerous. Are you... are you really sure you've thought this through?"
Greymane took a deep breath. "The Kingdom of Gilneas must not follow in the footsteps of Lordaeron. If I do not survive, I will have my son drink the Blood of Goldrinn."
Arugal took out a jar covered in magical seals, extracted a small amount of blood from it, and placed it in a test tube.
Gazing at the still-active, writhing Blood of Goldrinn, Greymane closed his eyes and drank it all in one gulp.
While liberating the Internment Camps, Thrall was always mindful of his reputation.
In this mysterious and unpredictable Timeways, Thrall still resorts to his old methods, bribing the media to build his own persona.
In Lordaeron, Stormwind City, Ironforge, Booty Bay, people frequently see reports of Thrall Savior, in the newspapers.
The media portrayed Thrall as a great Savior, a saint of impeccable moral character, the greatest Orcs chieftain, and the savior of all Orcs.
It is said that Thrall's path was sacred, attracting countless Orcs to worship it.
Thrall's individual strength is ridiculously high; he could kill the Lich King Terenas with a single finger.
In Silverpine Forest, Orcs marched under the cover of night.
Thrall was determined to conquer the Kingdom of Gilneas.
An agreement had already been reached with several lords that they would remain inactive when the Orcs army attacked Gilneas City.
Thrall killed King Greymane and slaughtered all members of the royal family.
In return, Thrall's Orcs army was allowed to plunder Gilneas City for three days.
Upon reaching the Gilneas border, scouts reported that approximately two thousand Gilneas had been spotted ahead.
Thrall felt it was incredible.
It's important to understand that during the two wars with the Orcs, humans had already reached a consensus: in open field battles with equal numbers of troops, humans were no match for the Orcs.
Thrall had assumed that King Greymane would hold the capital, but to his surprise, the foolish King actually went out of the city to fight the Orcs.
"Brave Orcs, let us deliver a crushing blow to the Gilneas and devour them!"
The Orcs roared and charged at the Gilneas in a chaotic frenzy.
As they drew nearer, Thrall noticed that the Gilneas were well-equipped, their helmets and armor gleaming, clearly the elite Guards the capital.
But that was not enough to defeat an equal number of Orcs.
As the Orcs approached, the Gilneas' gaze was cold. Just as the two sides were about to collide, the Gilneas completed their transformation.
"Worgen!"
Thrall was shocked; there shouldn't be any Worgen in Gilneas at this time in the Main World.