Northern Borderlands Upheaval: Disaster in Gilneas - Bonus Chapter for Brother "Huo Zhengtinghao" [1015]

King Llane didn't even have time to appreciate the miracle of his rebirth in the light, so he hurriedly convened a military meeting in Northshire Abbey.

The nobles, soldiers and commanders who were watching his "resurrection" outside were still singing praises to Holy Light under the leadership of Turalyon Paladin. It was a scene of high morale and unity. However, in the monastery library, the atmosphere was extremely depressed.

The letter sent back from Gilneas was circulated repeatedly by the participants. The few words in it were enough to prove that the matter was very big.

"This is a handwritten letter from King Genn Greymane, but it is not just sent to the Stormwind Kingdom, it is a letter for help!

I have enough reasons to think that all the kings of Northern Borderlands and even Grand Lord have received his letter. Just look at the blood stains on the envelope and you will know that this is much more tragic than when we asked for help."

Lothar looked at the royal family Grand Magus Alexis with a stern expression, and the marshal asked him to describe the situation at that time.

The old mage was the first to get the letter. Because he got a Titanforged Runes and quickly repaired the Arcane foundation and became healthy, the old mage coughed, and with a bit of unbearability, he whispered:

"King Genn's mage attendant carried the letter and teleported it to Stormwind over a long distance, but when I took the letter, his body suddenly exploded!

It should be the effect of some evil spell. He was sacrificed to the devil as a "sacrifice", and a ferocious monster appeared on his body. Andomas and I spent some time banishing it.

This is where the blood stains on the letter come from.

But that mage is Royal Mage of Gilneas. It stands to reason that he should never leave the king's side, so we can draw a terrible conclusion. Although the large-scale invasion of Gilneas by demons occurred in Dragonblight Harbor, there are also demons lurking in Gilneas City, and they have even touched King Genn."

The expressions of everyone present at the meeting became more serious.

The details revealed by Archmage Alex basically mean that in his opinion, there is a high probability that Gilneas is hopeless.

Even a well-guarded place like the royal city was invaded, and it was on the first day of the war. Even a small group of demons raided, proving that the situation was far worse than Green Skin War.

"This is consistent with the information brought by Archbishop Faol."

As the intelligence director of the Stormwind Kingdom, Ms. Parsonia said dumbly:

"The density of demons lurking before Northern Borderlands was astonishingly high. Coupled with the large and small devil-worshipping sects formed under the influence of Magic Plague and the bewitched civilians, the demons have enough "sacrifice" to open many rifts leading to Material World at the same time. They are now most likely to be all over the land of Gilneas.

Even if we want rescue"

"No rescue!"

Kul Tiras's navy representative, Prince Derek, who had recovered from health, said in a serious tone:

The coast of "Gilneas" is covered with dangerous "Biting Reef". Even the most powerful Tidesages cannot control ships to land on a large scale in that kind of sea conditions.

The unique terrain ensured the safety of Gilneas's coast, but it also cut off the possibility of external assistance at this time. All that was left for them was to retreat north into Silverpine Forest, and then either go north through the forest to Tirisfal Glades of Lordaeron, or go east into Hillsbrad Foothills from the Stromgarde Kingdom.

But I'm worried about more than just Gilneas."

The prince who had the Eastern Continent map engraved into his mind pondered for a moment, looked at the other people around him, shook his head and said:

"If a demonic invasion breaks out in Gilneas, what about the other kingdoms of Northern Borderlands? What about Stromgarde? What about Lordaeron City? Where is the Stratholme area? Even where is Dalaran?

I don't think the devil would choose to capture one city and one place when it has an extreme military advantage. Perhaps at the same time that Gilneas was invaded, other kingdoms also suffered the same invasion."

"But Stormwind Kingdom is safe."

King Llane, who had just woken up, rubbed his forehead and tried hard to stop the "holy sounds" echoing in his mind from interfering with his thinking. However, Lightforged always had an adaptation process. For at least a week, these voices from Holy Light would not fade away. This was also Holy Light teaching him the power of Lightforged.

It was originally a good thing, but now it turned into a bad thing when the king needed to think seriously.

"No, Llane, our kingdom was invaded too, just yesterday!"

Lothar told others what happened to Black Morass, he said:

"The devil not only invaded us, but also sent a dangerous Greater Demon and a powerful demon dragon Burning Legion to attack here. If Vigilant and his brave Light Weaver Warband had not responded in time, the situation we faced at this time would not be much better than Northern Borderlands.

Prince Derek's concerns are correct!

The demon's invasion of the Eastern Continent started at the same time. We must think about the problem from the worst perspective. It is not just Gilneas that has fallen. I am afraid that cities and even capitals in various countries have been captured."

"Your Majesty, Marshal, Northern Borderlands urgent report!"

Lothar had just opened his mouth when he heard a hurried shout outside the door. Windsor Commodore, who was guarding the door, opened the door, took several battle reports from Gryphon Rider, who hurried over, and handed them to the marshal.

The atmosphere in the room became even more depressing. The youngest Prince Derek moved his body uneasily and pricked up his ears seriously.

A moment later, Lothar announced the news with a frosty face:

"The Alterac royal city was captured by demons overnight. Aiden King Perenolde suffered heavy casualties and led the people to retreat to Strahnbrad's mountain castle.

Tarren Mill and Southshore were both burned down by demons. Although Stromgarde withstood the demon invasion, the outer city fell. Tyr's Hand in Stratholme area Both and Light's Hope Chapel appeared Fel Rift, and a group of Fel Elvess carried out a massacre near Blackwood Lake.

Lordaeron City repelled the first wave of demon attacks, but the situation in the Tirisfal area is not optimistic.

Dalaran.

Alas, Dalaran is the worst!

Greater Demon Kaz'rogal raided Dalaran, Archmage Deranden, one of Council of Six members, died in battle, although the mages expelled Greater Demon, but Dalaran was severely damaged. Violet Barrier has now been completely isolated from the outside world. Almost all towns under the control of Dalaran have fallen."

After Lothar said this long list of events as if he was announcing the name of a dish, no one in the audience could keep a relaxed expression. Derek even got up and left the room directly. He must know Kul Tiras's situation immediately.

Archbishop Alonsus Faol, who has never spoken, has completely lost the joy of finding a place of faith for mankind. He seemed to have aged several years in an instant. He stroked his holy book and said hoarsely:

"Overnight! The demons defeated the Northern Borderlands countries overnight, but this is not even considered a real war against us. According to the demon tactics shared by the commanders of Army of the Light, it is only the vanguards of the Burning Legion who are conducting pre-war reconnaissance. The real wave of demons has not yet arrived.

The fate of mankind has encountered its darkest moment, Holy Light, my dear, is this also some kind of cruel test for you?"

"Strengthen your mind! Brother Fao. Holy Light will not test his followers in this way. Using disasters to polish the mind is an evil thing that only evil gods can do!"

The voice of Diakum sounded from outside the door. He of Human Form pushed the door in and said loudly:

"The demon's invasion of Azeroth is a long-term plan. Human beings in this era are just unlucky, but it is meaningless to question fate at this time. Disaster is right in front of us, and we can still act.

Everyone, instead of being overwhelmed by the demon's onslaught, maybe you should take action."

"That's right! Instead of waiting for the devil to encroach on the remaining territory of Northern Borderlands and persecute the people who are captured by fear, we should hold up the glimmer of light in the darkness at this difficult time!"

King Llane stood up.

He was wrapped in Holy Light so that the sacred patterns on his neck and arms were Gleam. The newly born Lightforged felt that his heart of justice was burning. The encouragement from Holy Light made him unable to turn a blind eye to the disaster.

He banged the table and said loudly:

"Although Stormwind Kingdom was also invaded by Green Skins, we are still able to take in those homeless people. We may need a lot of time to prepare for a counterattack, but at least we cannot let our people be displaced in this terrible era.

I want to send a message to all Northern Borderlands countries immediately!

At a time when their hometown is no longer safe, Stormwind Kingdom will do its best to receive those exiles. Our ports are full of Kul Tiras warships, and we have enough transportation capacity to bring our compatriots to a safe area."

"Then please quickly invite Mr. Prince Muradin and Kurdran to come in."

Lothar glanced at the excited Llane, he nodded and said:

"The distance directly from the people of Northern Borderlands to Stormwind is too far, which does not meet the standards of rescue. We will use the Menethil Harbor of the dwarves in Wetlands as a transfer station, which is only one strait away from Arathi Highlands. We will accept people from various coasts and send them to Khaz Modan.

We ourselves must take back Westfall as soon as possible. Without enough food, we simply cannot feed so many people."

Having said this, the marshal hesitated for a moment.

He looked at the attendees and said:

"Everyone has that suspicion in their hearts. Now that we have reached the most dangerous moment, I won't hide it! Perhaps it is time to use the sacred name of "Arathor Empire" to unite the people of all countries who have been hit.

This Demonic Calamity cannot be dealt with by any one country alone.

Humanity must become one! If I need to use my blood as a bond, then I. I will not shirk my responsibilities anymore!"

"Okay."

Muradin Bronzebeard, who had just walked into the room, happened to hear these words. The dwarf Prince laughed and raised the wine bottle in his hand, and shouted loudly:

"When my brother sent me here, he specifically told me to listen to you, Lothar. If you want to rebuild Arathor Empire, then we Bronzebeard Dwarves will definitely help! Our businessmen have long been disgusted by the messy taxation of Northern Borderlands countries. You should unify all mankind.

At least a unified tax code should be established.

Calculating those numbers is really not kind to our dwarf brains."

"The same goes for our Wildhammer Dwarves."

Kurdran also hid his own little wine bottle and said loudly:

"But you have to ensure our interests in Aerie Peak and Wildhammer Highlands. We can't trust other human kings, but we can trust you! You are a tall dwarf, Lothar, you are our flying half-brother."

Things settled down happily.

Renting a dwarf port didn't even cost more than three sentences. The reason is very simple. The dwarf port of Wetlands was originally a port "aided" by the Lordaron Kingdom for trade with the dwarves. Otherwise, it wouldn't be called "Menethil Harbor", which is the royal surname of Lordaeron.

Now that humans are suffering, the dwarves must not stand by and watch.

Muradin even waved his hand and said that he would build more temporary shelters for human refugees in the ice and snow of Kazz Modan. But to be honest, only dwarves and gnomes can endure the extreme climate of Dun Morogh for a long time.

"Your Majesty Llane, Voros the Exalted can convey your voice of rescue to all Holy Light Church in Northern Borderlands through the declaration of Holy Light."

Diakum whispered to Llane:

"Please prepare a manuscript. The situation over there is very critical and there is no room for hesitation."

"By the way, send a signal to Dalaran."

Lothar reminded:

"Magics have a way of spreading the news."

"And Ravenholdt Manor."

Pasonia also reminded:

"The "Duke" will definitely be panicking. With just a little hint, he will be very willing to move all his ancestral family properties to the Stormwind Kingdom. Don't underestimate Assassin's League's deep cultivation in Human King for nearly a thousand years. The connections they can mobilize are beyond imagination."

"Then do it! Times make heroes."

King Wrynn, who was wrapped around Holy Light, clenched his fists, patted his sworn brother on the shoulder, and said in a deep voice:

"Let us surround you and ascend the throne of the emperor, Lothar. Humanity in this era needs you, just like 2,800 years ago, Emperor Thoradin saved our ancestors from Trolls."

"Ahem"

In the distant capitals of Northern Borderlands and Kingdom of Gilneas, the weather today is as gloomy as ever. Although there is no moody rainfall, there is not much sunshine either.

In the king's palace where there were still traces of burning, Genn Greymane woke up from the bed in a daze. As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt that half of his body was in pain, and the other half of his body was completely unconscious.

He still had a bandage on his head and terrible burns on his face.

Those were injuries sustained in the fierce battle yesterday when dealing with the demons that broke into the palace. Although Genn also inherited the bravery of the barbarian ancestors and could be said to be proficient in bow and horse, Gilneas people's unique mercantile spirit Because of his righteousness, Genn's force value among human kings is not high, and it is definitely not as good as Lothar and Daelin, but he did fulfill the duties of a king yesterday.

He repelled the incoming demons in his palace, and led the knights to run through the burning capital, escorting the panicked people to safer palace areas as much as possible.

Genn's last impression of yesterday's battle was that a flaming meteorite fell from the sky and hit the street in front of him. He and his horse fell into the rolling fire. His last memory was seeing a Fire Giants with its claws baring its teeth, setting the entire street on fire and incinerating those who were screaming.

"Damn it. Ahem, I'm like an old gray wolf whose leg was broken."

The king coughed and tried hard to get up.

This movement immediately alarmed Queen Mia outside the door. Queen Gilneas, who coexisted with strength and beauty, was still very young. Although she had always wanted to have a child with her husband, fate had not favored this couple who were doomed to be troubled.

Kingdom of Gilneas currently has no legal heir.

"Lie down quickly and don't get up."

The queen in armor looked at her husband distressedly and said in a hoarse voice:

"Rest, Lord Crowley came with the army to support us. We have temporarily defeated the demons and their mad servants, and the royal city is safe."

"It's just temporary. The devil will not stop. Dragonblight Harbor is gone. The next one is the royal city."

Genn Although he was injured, his brain was not affected. He scolded:

"Don't cry, Mia. You have to be stronger. You have to be stronger every day. Help me up! Let me see the city."

At his request, Mia wiped her tears and helped her husband up.

Genn was injured so badly that he could hardly move, and half of his body weight rested on Mia. Fortunately, the queen was also proficient in bow and horse, otherwise she would not have been able to support this burly man.

The leader of Gilneas was helped to the window. The gray-haired king still had a double shadow caused by his weakness, but he still saw the devastated city through the window facing the city.

The burned city area was emitting black smoke, the city walls had collapsed, and the remains of Hellfire killed by ballistas were like black towers.

The forests outside the city are burning, and the gloomy sky is full of abominable magic bats flying around. From time to time, a green flaming meteorite falls from a distance and hits the ground that Genn cannot see.

He knew that it was the demons and their thugs who were attacking the manors and towns outside the city.

He couldn't imagine how bad the situation in Dragonblight Harbor, the second largest city in Gilneas, would be at this time. The last news he received about it yesterday was that demons poured out directly from the market area of Dragonblight Harbor, and almost all the nobles in that city were asking for help.

"Dragonblight Harbor, is there any news?"

Genn asked while covering his aching head. Queen Mia shook his head and said hoarsely:

"No, it was completely silent there, as if the city had never existed."

The king's heart beat violently, and he knew that Dragonblight Harbor was over.

Can't stop it.

His kingdom can't stop so many demons!

The poor people who had gone crazy under the oppression of Magic Plague sold their souls to the devil in order to resist the epidemic. Genn didn't even know if there were any spies of the devil among the people taking refuge in the city.

No, no need to guess, there must be!

The cunning devil will never give up to completely squeeze out the last bit of use value from those cowards.

He and his country would not have failed so miserably, but it is too late to say that now.

If only he could have noticed these uneasy hidden dangers in the early stages of Magic Plague's outbreak. Damn it! Lothar and Llane of Stormwind clearly sent letters, but he did not choose to pay attention to them because of the stupid bloodline rumors.

"Their first round targets are cities!"

Genn looked at City of Ashes in front of him with bloodshot eyes, and he said hoarsely:

"The devils have no intention of occupying this place forever. They just want to destroy us, and they don't even give us the right to surrender. Go! Call my brother Crowley over. I have something to tell him, cough cough."

The gray-haired king coughed up blood and said to Mia:

"You must evacuate to Silverpine Forest immediately. I will lead my people to stay in the city. The main force of demons will not leave until this city is defeated. This is an opportunity. They have no interest in the land. They only want to destroy and kill.

I will buy you time.

Go to Lordaeron

No!

Terenas's army can't stop the devil, go. Go Stormwind!

That is the safest place now. Go there, Mia, and take the people there.

Go find Lothar!

Tell him, tell Anduin Lothar!

The Gilneas people support him in rebuilding the empire, but they must take back our land. I would rather hand over this country to the blood descendants of Emperor Thoradin than allow the devil to wreak havoc in my territory.

This is really embarrassing."

"Genn! Genn!!!"

The call of Queen Mia lingered in the ears of the gray-haired king, but Genn had already fallen to the ground under the impact of weakness and anger. He struggled and was unwilling to let himself die in such a desolate posture.

But the good news is, he won't die today.

In Genn's spinning field of vision, he saw a giant white wolf squatting next to him, its blood-red eyes staring at him, as if talking.

Resentment, unwillingness, resentment, anger

Very good!

These are all beautiful qualities that a beast that needs to fight to the death must possess.

So, Genn Greymane, the king who wants to protect his territory, the leader of the wolf pack who wants to fight back, you and your people need strength, right?