The last few rays of light during the day gradually faded into the dark gray sky.

Gene Greymann shrunk his hand that was reaching for his father in awkwardly.

Holding down the disappointment in his heart, Gene, who had climbed up from the fallen ground, sat cross-legged on the cold stone wall that had just been built recently with an undisguised look of grievance - this barrier is a witness to the awesome power of this country - but for Gene, what he was most awe-inspiring was the man standing in front of him.

"Never accept help from others, son..."

Without caring about his son's complaining and puzzled eyes, Akibad still stood there like a straight javelin, looking at the pride in front of him that continued his blood with a gentle gaze. He patted the strong and thick arrow towers on the stone wall, and Akibad Greymann, standing on the towering barriers like mountains, slowly opened his hands, as if he wanted to embrace everything in front of him:

"Do you think this was built by asking other kingdoms to lend a helping hand?"

The towers of Gilnes City are spread out in a row under the high walls, and they look very spectacular: large and exquisite houses are arranged in a staggered and spacious street made of pebbles; in each city, lively shops, solemn churches, overtime factories, and chimneys with storm gas can be seen almost everywhere; from the smiles and longings of the city, the people here and the plasticity of this great country - this is indeed a city full of brilliant prospects and infinite possibilities!

"Never accept help from others, son..." King Akibad Greymann continued to elaborate on the concept he wanted to emphasize, and his originally distinct facial features became a blurred outline in the dusk. "It is better to have a firm foothold on your own. This is the difference between great men and ordinary men."

"When I was a young prince like you, my father would never even dream of the situation like this! But I had such a dream and dared to put my dream into practice. Look at what we have now... I did this, without expecting Stormwind's assistance, nor begging Lordaeron's help. I did not bow down to those arrogant elves with long ears in Quel'thalas."

King Gilness's words were full of pride and self-pride, and his body, which was at its peak, was like a steep hill that was difficult to cross.

The young Gene has heard the story of Gilness before he won the throne in Akibad. This place was originally a country that was completely incomparable to now, and brought about all changes.

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

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

"No, the future king."

Akibad smiled, his tone became generous and gentle.

"One day will turn into night, and the prince will grow into kings. This is the reason why all things work... And when you stand in my current position, son, you must keep in mind the most sincere words of a father - it is better to seek yourself than to ask others!"

......

"Father?Father!"

The doubt was mixed with anxiousness, and the call in my ears finally pulled Gene Greymann back to reality from his trance memories.

Time flies.

The once ignorant prince has become the king of a country, and his tender face has been deeply imprinted with the footsteps of time. Even the powerful kingdom under his feet, which everyone thought would flourish, has now become gloomy and deserted... What remains unchanged seems to be the only high walls and barriers that still stand.

"I'm listening."

Gilnius's king Gene Greymann slowly turned around and pointed his eyes at the young figure behind him, which was his eldest son, Gilnius' crown prince, and future king - Liam Greymann.

A strong body, a tough nerve, a will to never surrender and a love for the kingdom and the people... "Liam will be a good king," Gene Greymann said to himself more than once, "It would be better if he could be more mature and steady."

"The envoy of Stormwind City is still staying in the city waiting for your reception... Have you not changed your mind?"

Perhaps it is the enlightenment unique to young people. Perhaps it is the situation in the Kingdom of Gilness in recent years that has become more and more worrying. The young Liam Greymann, unlike his father, has always been resentful of the current situation of Gilness's closing to the country. For this reason, the father and son who led the country have had disputes more than once.

"It is better to begging for yourself than asking others!" Gene Gremain gently stroked the barrier arrow tower as his father once did, "My father, the most outstanding monarch in the history of the Kingdom of Gilness, was here - here. Leave me a message at that time... This message is also the family motto I want to repost or pass on to you now-"

"Never accept help from others, son...you must gain a foothold on your own. This is the difference between a great man and an ordinary man!"

Everything is like reincarnation, and the past plays are staged again on the barriers of the past.

Unfortunately, the young Liam has his own persistence just as his father commented on him and will not surrender easily.

"The rivers and seas will also become deserts, and the dangerous peaks will also turn into dust and disappear... Father, everything is not unchanging!"

"The grandfather's philosophy...maybe.maybe.maybe it is not suitable for today's Gilness..."

As if he was cheering himself up, Prince Liam Greymann's tone gradually became high and intense:

"Father, think about how this kingdom looked many years ago! Think about how this story continues!"

"Once Gilness was a country with noble beliefs, she had a strong will. She had been tempered and experienced the baptism of war in the turbulent era. But now let's take a look at what Gilness became - isolated from the world, independent, and internal and external troubles!"

"The high wall is used to protect this country, to prevent the troubles of other countries from becoming our own troubles. But what is interesting now is: this high wall indeed blocks some monsters outside, but they also ruthlessly trap some monsters inside...just among our people!"

"More important is that we, all the people of Gilness, are gradually becoming selfish, indifferent, conservative, and stubborn under the blockade of this high wall..."

"This country needs to make changes!" Holding his fists tightly, the young prince finally raised his head and looked at his father without retreating: "When the alliance needs help, we lend a helping hand; when we face difficulties, we will eventually be supported by them. Such an alliance is more reliable than any indestructible barrier!"

"Father!"

Staring at the scarred but still standing tenaciously under her feet, Liam Greymann's eyes were only firm and no longer confused.

"Maybe, it's time to break the cage we set up with ourselves!"

There was a long silence on the city wall.

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

"This time, if you persist..." Gently patted his son's shoulders that had already taken responsibility, Gene Greymann said softly: "We may try to take the first step..."

"His Majesty the Future King."

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The ice and snow were like the tip of a knife, flickering coldly and frozen to the bone.

The trees on the keel bone wilderness are like ice crystals, and are cold and dense. The cold wind passes through the woodland with a subtle sound of breathing.

On the battlefield beside the forest, the yak warriors who were surrounded by countless undead natural disasters were stunned at this moment, with fear mixed with fear and trembling eyes gathered in the air fluttering with wind and snow.

They couldn't help but be surprised.

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

To be precise, it was a giant dragon that resurrected from the dead.

A powerful frost dragon.

"Sindagosa!"

For a moment, the tauren general, whose body was tense, gently recited this taboo name, and his slightly narrowed eyes flashed with unprecedented sharpness after coming to the north. The sword-like eyes made Old Tang look dazzlingly dangerous in the eyes of others...

After frost cultivation, Cindagosa.

The wife of the weaver Malygoth, the Blue Dragon who fell in the ancient battle but could not rest in peace. The last pain and unwillingness of her life eventually turned into the hatred and hatred of the unrest soul for all things in the world over time, and finally succumbed to the power of frost sorrow and turned into a symbol of revenge and death.

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

The broken wings flapped the cold wind, and the wind and snow were sweeping, making people unable to open their eyes.

Slowly landing, Xindagosa entrenched on an ice hill on the battlefield, looking down at the crowd like an ant in her eyes.

Her huge body is about the size of a four-story building. The hill-like ice mound is like a funny toy under her claws. The barbed dragon power swept gently. All the undead behind her swept away;

The ferocious neck of the bone spur is slightly bent, supporting a ferocious skeleton dragon head with four horns. The frost-snow-like death cold air replaces the fine dragon scales that were once proud of. The soul fire intertwined with cold and frost is rich like a lighthouse representing death. The original white sky is reflected by it, like a curtain that is heavily painted after splashing ink, and the crimson blue covers the entire sky...

And the pair of ice eyes full of death and deep hatred are now firmly locked in Lao Tang who is standing!
Chapter completed!