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Volume 2: Travel Notes on the Eastern Kingdom Chapter 395: Enemies meet on a narrow road (8)

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    The last rays of daylight faded in the dark gray sky.

    Genn Greymane retracted his hand that was reaching out to his father.

    Suppressing the disappointment in his heart, Jean got up again from the ground where he fell, sitting cross-legged on the recently built cold stone wall with an undisguised expression of grievance - this wall is the awe-inspiring place in this country.  witness to his strength - but for Jean, what awes him the most is the man standing in front of him.

    "Never accept help from others, son"

    Not paying attention to his son's complaining and puzzled eyes, Archibald still stood there like a straight javelin, looking at the proud man who continued his bloodline with an encouraging and gentle look in front of him.  Patting the sturdy and heavy arrow towers on the stone wall, Archibald Greymane, standing on the mountain-like barrier, slowly opened his hands, as if to embrace everything in front of him:

    "Do you think this was all built by asking other kingdoms for help?"

    The rows of towers in Gilneas City stretch out under the high walls, and they look really spectacular: large tracts of exquisite houses are arranged in an orderly manner on the neat and spacious streets paved with cobblestones; in each city district  Inside, bustling shops, solemn churches, factories working overtime, and chimneys emitting smoke can be seen almost everywhere; from the faces full of smiles and longing in the city, you can see the people here and this great country  Possibility of plasticity - this is indeed a city full of brilliant prospects and infinite possibilities!

    "Never accept help from others, son" King Archibald Greymane continued to elaborate on the concept he wanted to emphasize. The originally clear facial features became blurred outlines in the dusk.  "It's better to stand on your own feet. That's the difference between a great man and a mediocre man."

    ¡°When I was a young prince like you are now, my father would never have dreamed of what we are now! But I had such a dream and dared to put my dream into practice. Look what we have now  Of I did this without expecting help from Stormwind City or begging for help from Lordaeron. And I didn¡¯t even kowtow to those long-eared arrogant elves in Quel¡¯Thalas.¡±

    The words of the King of Gilneas were full of pride and self-respect, and his body in its prime was like an insurmountable mountain.

    Young Genn had heard the stories of Gilneas before he took the throne of Archibald.  here.  It was originally a country that was completely incomparable to what it is now.  And brought about all changes

    "Now get up, kid. Get up and don't ask me to help you anymore. Because it will be yours, and when you get it, you must be ready."

    "This is yours, Father. Gilneas will always be yours."

    "No, the future king."

    Archibald smiled.  His tone became kind and gentle.

    "One day the day will turn into night, and the prince will grow into a king. This is how everything works And when you stand where I am now, son, you must remember the most sincere words of a father - asking for help.  It¡¯s better to ask for yourself!¡±

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    "Father? Father!"

    Doubts mixed with eagerness, the call in his ear finally brought Jean Greymane back to reality from his trance memories.

    Time flies.

    The once ignorant prince has become the king of a country, and his once immature face is deeply imprinted with the passage of time.  Even the powerful kingdom below that everyone thought would thrive has now become gloomy and deserted The only thing that remains unchanged seems to be the high walls and barriers that are still standing.

    "I am listening."

    Shaking his head slightly to wake himself up, King Genn Greymane of Gilneas slowly turned around and focused his gaze on the young figure behind him. That was his eldest son, the Crown Prince of Gilneas.  The future king - Liam Greymane.

    Strong body, tenacious nerves, unyielding will and love for the kingdom and people "Liam will be a good king," Genn Greymane said in his mind more than once  Say to yourself, "It would be better if I could be more stable when I am older."

    "The envoy from Stormwind City is still stationed in the city waiting for your interviewHave you still not changed your mind?"

    Maybe it¡¯s the unique openness of young people.  Perhaps the situation in the Kingdom of Gilneas has become increasingly worrying in recent years. Young Liam Greymane, unlike his father, has always been resentful of the isolation of Gilneas. For this reason, the father and son who led the country have had many conflicts.  There was a dispute once.

    &nbsp"It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself!" Genn Greymane gently stroked the arrow tower of the barrier just as his father once did. "My father, the most meritorious monarch in the history of the Kingdom of Gilneas, once  Here - right here. The message I left behind at that time This message is also the family motto I want to convey or pass on to you now - "

    "Never accept help from others, son stand on your own feet. This is the difference between great men and ordinary people!"

    Everything seems to be reincarnated, and the old dramas are being staged again on the old barriers.

    It¡¯s a pity that young Liam has his own persistence and will not give in easily just as his father said about him.

    "One day the rivers and seas will turn into deserts, and the dangerous peaks will turn into dust and disappearFather, everything is not static!"

    "My grandfather's ideasmaybe. Maybe they are not suitable for today's Gilneas"

    As if to cheer himself up, Prince Liam Greymane¡¯s tone gradually became high-pitched and intense:

    "Father, think about what this kingdom was like many years ago! Then think about how this story continues!"

    "Gilneas used to be a country with noble beliefs and a strong will. It was tempered for a long time and had been baptized by wars in turbulent times. But look at it now and see what Gilneas has become - isolated from the world.  , lonely and independent, suffering from internal and external troubles!"

    "The high wall is used to protect this country, to prevent other countries' troubles from becoming our own troubles. But now what's interesting is: this high wall does a great job of keeping some monsters out, but they also  It also ruthlessly trapped some monsters insideright among our people!¡±

    "What's more important is that we, all the people of Gilneas, are gradually becoming selfish, indifferent, conservative, and stubborn under the blockade of this high wall"

    "This country needs to make changes!" Clenching his fists tightly, the young prince finally raised his head and looked at his father, without flinching: "When the alliance needs help, we lend a helping hand; when we  When we face difficulties, we will eventually get their support. Such an alliance is more reliable than any impenetrable barrier!"

    "Father!"

    Staring at the scarred but still standing Greymane Wall at his feet, Liam Greymane only had determination in his eyes and no longer had any confusion.

    "Perhaps, it's time to break this cage we have set ourselves!"

    There was a long silence on the city wall.

    "You know, my son." Finally, the Gilneas ruler's expression was no longer serious and sulky, and a gentle smile bloomed at the corner of his mouth: "One day, the prince will pick up the scepter and be crowned king!"

    "This time, if you insist" He gently patted his son's shoulder, which had already shouldered the responsibility, and Genn Greymane said softly: "Maybe we can try to take the first step.  step"

    "His Majesty the future king."

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    The ice and snow are like the tip of a knife, shimmering and freezing to the bone.

    The trees on the Dragon Bone Wilderness look like they have been transformed into ice crystals, and they stand tall and cold.  The cold wind passed through the forest, carrying the sound of subtle breathing.

    On the battlefield at the edge of the forest, surrounded by countless undead natural disasters, the remaining yak warriors, less than a thousand people, were all stunned at this moment, focusing their eyes mixed with fear and trembling on the wind and snow in the mid-air.  .

    They couldn't help but be surprised.

    Because what appeared under the clouds was a terrifying creature covered in a strange cold air, with white bones and white bones, and its tattered wings stretched out in the wind and snow.

    To be precise, it was a giant dragon that had come back from the dead.

    A powerful frost dragon.

    "Sindragosa!"

    The Tauren Grand Overseer, whose body tensed up for a moment, softly recited this taboo-like name, his slightly narrowed eyes flashing with a brightness unprecedented since he came to the North.  That sword-like look in his eyes made Old Tang look dangerously dazzling in the eyes of others

    After the frost, Sindragosa.

    The wife of Spellweaver Malygos, the blue dragon who fell in the War of the Ancients but cannot rest in peace.  The pain and unwillingness at the end of her life eventually turned into the hatred and hatred of all things in the world by her restless soul over time, and finally succumbed to the power of Frostmourne and became a symbol of revenge and death.

    There is no doubt that she is the most dangerous weapon under the Lich Throne

    ??The dilapidated wings fanned the icy cold wind, and the rolling snow made it difficult to open one's eyes.

    Sindragosa, who was slowly landing, was perched on an ice hill on the battlefield, looking down at everyone who looked like ants in her eyes.

    Her huge body is almost the size of a four-story building. The hill-like ice hills are like funny toys under her sharp claws. The barbed dragon waved gently.  Then he swept away all the undead behind him;

    The ferocious neck of the bone spurs is slightly bent, supporting a ferocious skeleton dragon head with four horns. The frosty cold air of death has replaced the once proud fine dragon scales; the cold air and frost are intertwined with the rich soul fire.  Like a beacon representing death, the original white sky is reflected like a curtain splashed with ink, and the crimson blue spreads over the entire sky

    And those icy eyes filled with the coldness of death and deep-seated hatred were now firmly locked on Old Tang, who was standing in his position!
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