Worgen are very powerful, but this time they've met their match.
The Grand Widow Faerlina and the Noth the Plaguebringer, two Archmage of the Scourge, along with two Death Knight whose combat power rivaled that of High-Ranking Paladin: Thassarian and Koltira, led tens of thousands of Undead into the Blackwald!
Never enter a forest; even if a hundred thousand Undead were scattered throughout the vast forest, it wouldn't be too many.
In previous Undead attacks, the numbers were not large, only a few thousand or tens of thousands. Secondly, Genn could lead Worgen and armed soldiers to wage guerrilla warfare. In any case, they were faster than Undead except for " Ghoul ". They would retreat when the enemy advanced and advance when the enemy retreated, wandering throughout the forest, gradually wearing down the Undead's strength and repelling each attack.
However, over the past few months, many Worgen and humans have died, and Genn's Worgen and soldiers are dwindling in number. Moreover, they are facing the threats of hunger, cold, and disease, and countless people have fallen ill, reducing their fighting strength. This is why Genn insisted on breaking out despite Belysra's advice.
It's the coldest time of the year, but they don't have enough warm clothes. The animals in the forest are almost all gone; even the once-precious white foxes have become food. Genn has seen people digging for earthworms, catching mice, and eating grass roots! If this continues, they'll either freeze or starve to death; it's better to risk breaking out!
Now facing an unprecedented threat from the Undead, Genn knew that they were probably really doomed this time!
Fight, fight, fight!
Fight to the death!
Gilneas are also courageous, especially when cornered.
King Genn demonstrated formidable fighting prowess. This former master of combat had personally participated in numerous major battles, facing life-or-death situations multiple times and undergoing rigorous training. Through months of relentless slaughter, he had honed a wolf-like fighting style: ruthless, swift, and deadly!
A sharp claw pierced the heart of a Ghoul. Genn gasped for breath, looking at the faint firelight behind him.
That is the Tree of Life, and there are thousands of refugees there, all his children.
It was he who erected the Greymane Wall, isolating Gilneas from the world, which allowed Arthas to seize the opportunity, conquer Gilneas in one fell swoop, and then massacre the city. Otherwise, with support from Dalaran and even Lordaeron at any time, Gilneas would not have fallen!
Everyone must be responsible for their actions, Genn must also be responsible for his wrong choices.
He could no longer protect his people, so he would die here, as a king, as a Warrior, and as a father.
Liam, my child... may you be happy!
"All Worgen, all soldiers, Charge with me!"
" Worgen on the left, soldiers on the right, fight your way out! Protect our people to the east!"
"Go to Stormglen! Detour through Emberstone Village! That's our only chance of survival!"
The refugees left the Tree of Life and headed west.
Belysra led a group of soldiers to protect them.
As a high-ranking priestess, she was not strong in combat. The Moon Goddess did not respond to her prayers, so she could only take out the Dark Night Longbow and fight in a way that had been abandoned for thousands of years.
Belysra was one of the earliest members of the Sentinels, and her status and position were actually no less than Shandris Feathermoon's. However, shortly after the Sentinels was established, the Worgen calamity occurred, and after the calamity subsided, she left Ashenvale Forest and did not return many times.
She had practically detached herself from the Temple of the Moon Goddess; the young priestess was unaware of her existence, and her prayers had become increasingly irregular over the years, no wonder the Moon Goddess did not respond to her requests.
A person wandering the world will inevitably encounter danger. Belysra has fought before, but compared to those well-trained Sentinels, her combat ability is not formidable; now she is even inferior to an ordinary Worgen.
Danger lay ahead, and Belysra suddenly heard the howl of wolves.
The howl of wolves from behind!
Belysra's heart skipped a beat.
Turning around, she saw a figure draped in a black cloak standing before the Tree of Life in the dim moonlight, staring at her as if she were looking at her lover, or perhaps at the greatest enemy in the world, his gaze dark and complex. Behind him, countless Great Wolf appeared, their green eyes chilling, like stars in the night sky.
A rough estimate puts it at over a thousand, perhaps even two thousand!
" Ralaar... you've finally appeared! My God, there are Undead in front and Bloodfang Worgen behind..." Belysra couldn't help but groan softly, no longer caring about the panicked refugees, because under Ralaar's orders, thousands of Bloodfang Worgen had already rushed over. No one could save those refugees; they were destined to be transformed into Bloodfang Worgen and become Ralaar's servants.
Belysra walked toward Ralaar.
Regardless, she was determined to see that old friend, the one she hadn't seen for over nine thousand years.
As soldiers fell one by one around him, Genn became disheartened.
The tens of thousands of Undead in front of him were already overwhelming, and the thousands of Bloodfang Worgen swarming in from behind made him realize that all hope had been lost.
His only choice now is to order everyone to continue the attack, be killed by the Undead, and then be resurrected as Undead, or to retreat, in which case all the survivors will be transformed into Bloodfang Worgen and become Ralaar's servants.
With Undead in front and wolves behind, the second option seems better.
But Genn's hatred for the Undead was clearly stronger than Ralaar's, so he remained silent and continued Charge, fighting.
Dozens of Worgen who could freely control wild powers, along with the soldiers who remained loyal to Genn, continued to fight alongside Genn.
They were probably among the most elite troops in Gilneas, possessing formidable combat strength. Twenty minutes later, they broke through the dense sea of Undead and encountered the commander of this Undead army.
There will be no nonsense; the real issue is that those who hate each other will be extremely hostile.
Genn a wolf howl, Noth the Plaguebringer, for he remembered clearly: it was North who led the Scourge into Gilneas City.
But a group of Undead blocked his path.
Soldier against soldier, general against general?
Sorry, these things don't exist in real battles.
Since the Sea of Undead could eliminate the enemy before him, Noth had no interest in fighting personally. His old bones were precious, and he was waiting to spend time with Faerlina! That youthful, seemingly ageless body was more comfortable and charming than any young woman!
Ten minutes, a full ten minutes!
The Worgen around Genn were killed one after another, leaving very few. The soldiers fared even worse; they were killed by the Undead, then resurrected in front of him by Noth and the two Death Knight leaders, and then charged at him.
Nothing could be more tragic than this.
Genn couldn't hold on any longer; he was covered in injuries.
In the past, when injured in battles against the Undead, Worgen ' powerful immunity was enough to withstand the invasion of Scourge Plague. The Emerald Dream energy emanating from the Tree of Life also ensured that they would not be infected by the plague and turn into Undead.
But Genn knew he had no chance of returning to the Tree of Life.
If he dies in battle, he will likely become Undead and a servant of Arthas, just like the former Lord Korth'azz.
Genn was barely able to continue fighting; he stood there gasping for breath, blood streaming down his body.
He reverted to human form.
No matter what, you should die as a human being, not as Worgen, standing tall!
This was his last vestige of dignity.
Genn wanted to turn back and take one last look at Gilneas City, but in that instant, his gaze fixed on something in the east, and then his eyes shone with a light—a light of hope.
"Father, I've come!"
A young Worgen charged ahead, followed by two or three hundred Worgen and several cheetahs as swift as ghosts.
That young Worgen was terrifying; he led the Worgen through the Undead tide, like tearing a ray of light through the darkness.
Although he was completely different from a human, Genn was still able to recognize him.
That was his son, his greatest pride: Liam.
Terenas has proudly proclaimed more than once that Arthas is the pride of all Lordaeron, the rising star of the kingdom, the youngest Grand Knight in the history of the Order of the Silver Hand, and will transform the Kingdom of Lordaeron into a perfect human kingdom.
But as it turned out, Terenas was wrong.
Genn knew he couldn't compare to Terenas; he lacked his decisiveness and foresight. But he knew he had one advantage over Terenas:
He has a better child than Arthas, a better son!