Gilneth City, this is probably the last city in the northern frontier of the Eastern Continent that is not under the management of the Dark Blade.

Although it is said that the Darkblade has given up control of the northernmost region of Stratholm in the northernmost part of the northern frontier, it is more of a civilizational consideration, and not long ago, the undead, as the main body of the undead civilization, the new undead archon Geoffrey. Under the leadership of Dylan, he joined the Federation, and the gathering place of this special civilization is in the Stratholme area.

At the behest of the undead, Darkblade withdrew most of the garrison and handed over a third of the burned city of Stratholm to them.

In addition, there is a group of paladins operating in the Stratholme region, who call themselves the Scarlet Crusaders, led by the former Grand Knight of the Empire, Tirio. Ferding and Alessandro. Mograine, they occupy two small cities and mountains in the southern part of Stratholme, and their power is top-notch here, but if Darkblade is willing, a single charge from both warbands will be enough to crush them.

But Darkblade didn't... Because the first task given to the undead by the High Lord Tyrion was for them to complete the liquidation of the Scarlet Crusade on their own without the help of the Dark Blade.

It sounds unlikely, but as the High Lord and the Darkblade Clan, the newly assembled undead must complete this task, which is necessary for them to prove that their civilization is capable of living alone, and if they can't, it proves that the undead's civilization is still lacking, and they are still unable to take charge of it alone.

This strange request may seem like a difficult one, but believe me, the High Lord has his own considerations for the undead... This task, or "trial," has its own special significance.

"Ahem"

After coming out of the portal, Varian couldn't help but cough after taking the first breath of air from the north, and the air was mixed with other things, which made Varian a little unacceptable for a while.

On the contrary, Valeera, who was following him, showed a comfortable expression after breathing, and the girl looked left and right, and said to Varian:

"There's a lot of magic here... It's not as good as Quel'Salas it once was, but it's definitely more than the rest of the continent, but there seems to be something else in this magic, it's not so pure, it's weird..."

"The disgusting smell of sulfur..."

Jean in human form glanced at the Dalaran Strait not far away, and he sniffled in disgust:

"According to the dark warlocks of the Dark Blade, a magical tide that envelops the world is about to appear, and its origin point is here, it is said that this is the after-effect of Tyrion killing the archdemon Akmund, in short, this place is no longer suitable for mortal life, and the immigrants here have also been transferred to Arathi and Hinterland, where the Federation is preparing to establish a new province."

"The Federation is growing too fast..."

Varian remembered that in recent years he had occasionally traveled back and forth between the two continents with the gladiatorial band, and had also seen civilian life under the federal system, he couldn't help but say:

"If this continues, the Empire will not want to return to its homeland, and it will not even need the protection of the Dark Blade, and the increasingly powerful Federation will have the ability to fight the Empire on its own... Their civilization is very dynamic, at least much more advanced than the society we once had. ”

"Come on, Varian."

Jean looked left and right, looking at the sea in the distance on the land that had changed the terrain, there were several silent upper elf mages behind him, who were arranging a portal to Gilneth City for them, because of the escape of evil energy and magic in the northern frontier, the location of the portal spell here was not prepared, so it took several short distances to reach the city surrounded by mountains.

"Do you really think that Darkblade would treat the Empire as an enemy?"

The old wolf king, who had joined the Forgotten Kings, spat a little rudely, and he looked at the young Varian behind him, and said:

"As early as after the Battle of the Northern Frontier, we should recognize this, the Empire is far from being the opponent of the Dark Blade, and the Dark Blade has never put the Empire on the same footing, you must know that even in the most tragic Battle of the Northern Frontier, Tyrion only mobilized 5 warbands... Especially with the support of the escalating production capacity of the Black Iron Region, the force of the Darkblade Legion has long exceeded the imagination of the Empire. ”

"The Empire should be a little more sane ... The future enemy of the empire is not the Dark Blade at all, but the Federation... The civilization that was propped up by Tyrion has already demonstrated its great potential, and if the empire continues to sink like this, they will not even be qualified to compete with the Federation, do you know what I mean? ”

Jean looked at Varian, and he stretched out his finger and tapped Varian's chest, and he said in a tone of encouragement:

"The nobles of the empire think that they have made great sacrifices, given everything they have for the future of the human empire, and their stupid ideas are still affecting that rebuilt civilization, but look at the paladins of Stratholme, they are the real victims, they give everything just to preserve the last ancestral land for their civilization, for us... For you to preserve the last vestiges of human dignity! ”

"What are the nobles who once stood with you doing now?"

"They are stupid, even if their spine is broken, they are still arrogant, my son, your friends, those nobles are still plotting to fight each other, singing and drinking in the midnight of New Stormwind, as far as I know, the 11 civilian settlements of the Shining Plains have recreated the ugly situation of the nobles taking everything, and they are wantonly squandering the opportunities that heroes like Lothar have won for them with everything..."

"Varian, I see... I see the gloomy future of the Empire, the Empire across the coast has not learned anything from its failures at all, they have not changed, or rather, they do not know how to change, they are leaderless! The young kings couldn't hold back the scene at all! Arthas was not bad, but the other kings began to become arrogant again. ”

"The moth is still tasting the sweetness of power... The reason I'm bringing you here is just to tell you... Use the power I left for you to fix all this, not only to save the soldiers of the Empire, but also to take them to learn from the Federation, to make our civilization more advanced, to give it a new lease of life... Make Lothar and our sacrifice meaningful! ”

The old wolf king gritted his teeth, and the eyes that had turned into the pupils of a beast stared at Varian:

"If you can't, then I... Me and my new friends, we're here in person! ”

Varian couldn't refute this, but a moment later, when the portal opened again, Varian grabbed Jean's arm, and he looked at the Wolf King seriously:

"What the hell do you want me to do? You guys... What do you want me to do, what do you want me to do? ”

"It's simple, we've made you emperor! Because only you can see with your own eyes how the Commonwealth develops, and only you can realize how to rejuvenate the Empire... What's more, the kind of trait you showed in Nagrand, the fight you had with Tyrion that night, we all saw... You are not affected by hatred in your mind, you know what the people of the Federation really think... You know, there is no chance of winning a so-called counterattack war, you are sensible! ”

The Wolf King shook off Varian's arm, and he said:

"You have to be emperor... You must inherit the will and desire left by Lothar! Integrate that chaotic empire and put it on the right path. ”

"Emperor?"

Shocked, Varian asked rhetorically:

"Are you kidding? Jean, this joke is not funny, I abandoned my own people and exiled myself to the present, the Stormwind Kingdom may not accept me anymore, how can you let the people of the empire accept an emperor like me? It's impossible! ”

"Impossible?"

Gene's gaze lingered for a moment on the gray sword that Varian was carrying, and he smiled meaningfully:

"Nope! Varian, trust me... They will accept you, you already have all the conditions to become an emperor... Remember! ”

"It's not just us who chose you..."

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Following Jean through the portal, Varian's vision was scattered, and he realized that he had reappeared in a city, but it would be sunset, but the city was still shrouded in a haze, like a rainy day.

He looked up at the dark walls around him, the stripped vines wrapped around the walls and buildings, adding a sense of time to the gloomy city, and Valilla followed behind him, the High Elf chick pursed her lips, reached out, and grabbed Varian's hand, this action made Varian froze for a moment, but in the end, he didn't shake off Valiera's palm as before.

Feeling the temperature in the palm of her hand, the High Elf chick revealed... Happy expression.

"Follow me."

Jean didn't look back to step out of the abandoned waypoint of Gilneth City, he walked out of the gate, and in the square in front of him, the cold wind blew debris rolling on the empty ground, and the place looked very bleak and dilapidated, like an abandoned city.

"Wait a minute!"

Jean turned back to Varian and took a step forward, his clothes fluttering, his gray-white mane quickly covering his body, and the humanoid wolf king quickly turned into a werewolf with wild power all over his body.

This scene made Valilla a little frightened, as an assassin, she could clearly feel the scattered shadow power of the wolf king Jean... This werewolf is very strong, at least definitely no weaker than the current Varian.

"Whoa!"

Jean, who had taken the form of a werewolf, roared in the sky, and that deep, penetrating voice echoed in the quaint and cold city, like a trumpet, and the command attached to the wolf's howl made the whole dark city surge.

Varian raised his head, he looked at the surrounding city walls, some dark and vigorous shadows were running briskly on the walls, they were extremely numerous, and they were very good at concealment, if it weren't for Jean's roar, Varian and Valilla, wandering in this werewolf city, it would be very miserable.

How many werewolves are there in the abandoned city of Gilneth?

It's hard to pinpoint that a few months ago, the last werewolves willing to submit to federal rule had migrated to the southern province of New Gilneys, and the number of werewolves who remained here at that time was about 80,000, and in the intervening months, some werewolves who did not want to stay in the city also left here and were transferred to other parts of northern Xinjiang under the supervision of the Hellfire Bands of the Darkblades.

Those who remained in the city were soldiers who were extremely loyal to the empire or Gilneth, or some nobles of the old days.

As Jean said, this city is the last army on the eastern continent to be loyal to the Empire, other than the Scarlet Crusaders...

"Boom"

In the swift action of the werewolves, the number of werewolves appearing in the square is increasing, some of them have been treated with the herb of the moonlit night, and can transform into human form, and some are unwilling to accept the potion, and these werewolves looked at Jean with different meanings, looking at their former rulers, some werewolves saw the sign on Jean's chest, roared gloomily, and turned away, but more werewolves still chose to stay in the square.

This stay itself is a testament to their will, and in the eyes of those werewolves, Varian can also see that persistence, perseverance, anticipation, like the most loyal soldier, waiting for new orders... Though perhaps that order will never be given again.

Does their persistence in this abandoned city really make sense?

The answer to this cruel question is revealed today... Yes!

The empire that survived on another continent still needs them!

Ten minutes later, the entire huge Gilneth Square was already full of silent werewolves, Jean looked at them, his beastly eyes flashed some different light, but he didn't say anything, but turned sideways and made a "please" gesture to Varian.

"The last 30,000 people... This is the last werewolf legion willing to return to the Empire. ”

Jean patted Varian on the shoulder:

"Put them to good use... Your Majesty the Emperor..."

"Now, go and give orders to your army... Goodbye, no... Farewell, Varian. Wrynn, we will be on the other side of the sea, waiting for your good news..."