Lord Godfrey sat numbly on the steps of Gilneas's now-quiet Court District. Beside him sat Lord Walden and the other nobles, equally dazed.
The soldiers who had survived the brutal street fighting wore the same bewilderment on their faces. They gathered their comrades' remains while whispering among themselves.
Even the civilians helping clean up the battlefield were still panicked after surviving the disaster. Some agitated people were shouting, but no one stopped them, nor did anyone want to.
The cause of all this was the unusual force of reinforcements that had joined the battle twenty minutes earlier: Gilneas's Northern Army, a once-renowned fighting force almost entirely wiped out when the Bloodfang Worgen overran the Greymane Wall. Yet today, they had returned in another form!
Worgen!
And they were worgen who had appeared alongside Prince Liam. The prince, who all but embodied the will of Gilneas itself, had appeared with worgen, delivering a profound shock to civilians and soldiers alike.
The worgen disaster had ruined Gilneas, but now, without exaggeration, if the Northern Army had not joined the battle at that crucial moment, the final defensive line in Gilneas's street fighting would likely have been ruthlessly overrun. In a sense, these worgen wearing Northern Army uniforms had saved all of Gilneas City and the lives of more than a hundred thousand civilians at the most critical moment.
This was something even the authorities could not have concealed if they had wanted to. Nearly all the survivors had witnessed the Northern Army's bloody battle against the Bloodfang Worgen. When discussing this matter, the people, who had previously been filled with disgust toward worgen, maintained a rare silence.
After all, even the most coldhearted person would feel some gratitude toward someone who had just saved them, even if their savior was of another