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Two days ago, Gene Greymann should have celebrated his birthday. However, his birthday was completely rejected by himself: there was no celebration at all that day, and the king locked himself in the room without seeing anyone, including his wife and children.

Queen Mia wanted to ask him why, but Gene just lied that she had a fight with Dalius Crore and pointed all the spearheads at the lord.

Everyone's eyes were all diverted, but Gene's own problems were not solved. He tried all kinds of means and various good recipes to try to heal the wounds caused by the werewolf attack, but all ended in failure. His symptoms only slightly slowed down, but the gradually thickened hair could be clearly seen on his arms.

Gene was frightened by this. If the people knew that their spiritual pillar had become a monster... Greymann dared not continue to think about what was going on. He wanted to find a cure. For this reason, the information and notes left by Arugao were already on his desk. Gene knew that he could not hide all the time, and the delay of time would only get worse and worse. He was a little confused - like a turbulent ghost - trying to maintain his rationality.

"No!" Gene threw a book into the corner, and then another one until the floor of the room was already full of books. He covered his forehead and thought dejectedly: 'Is there no solution?'

This question has been entangled until he falls asleep. In his dream, Gene vaguely saw himself running wildly in the woods, with fires rising from behind, and noisy sounds yelling to catch him. He shouts desperately for help, but finds that his daughter and son are also chasing the crowd.

The king was awakened, covered in cold sweat and a slight numbness on the wound. If everything was a dream, it would be fine, but the fire outside the window was real, it would mean that something was wrong in the city. Gene hurriedly pushed open the window, and a smell of burnt smoke rushed into his nose. He hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with his hands and poked his head out to check the situation.

The direction of the fire...the cathedral in the central area of ​​the city.

"What's going on?" Gene pushed the door and shouted. A soldier who came to take care of him and comforted him was shocked instantly. Before the other party could explain the reason, Gene bypassed him and ran out of the royal area. Those who found that the fire had begun to put out the fire. Gene did not wear the king's protective gear, so many people did not notice the king's arrival in a hurry.

Greymann wanted to find someone he knew and would better understand the cause of the fire. The Cathedral of Gilness is a place where people pray for blessings, and a fire here is undoubtedly an unknown sign.

"Jen!"

Hearing his name, the king frowned, and only his wife and political enemy Crore would call him by his real name, but this voice did not belong to either of the two. He turned his head to look for the man, and if the other party wanted to attract his attention, it would be a clever way.

Soon Gene found the "passer" hiding in the crowd. A person who was much younger than him gave him a completely different feeling. Gene looked at him for a long time. The king suddenly woke up: The arsonist!

"Come with me."

The man turned around and left, and Gene wanted to catch him, but his inner doubts made him give up doing so. Setting fire to the church was a death sentence, and the man dared to appear in front of him now. Gene thought he should take the guards, but this time he wanted to go and see it alone.

"Who are you?"

They came to the quiet place on the streets and alleys. Gene asked, and now he could see the person's appearance more clearly.

"My name is Tobias Mistermanto, your Majesty. We have seen it."

Gene's wariness disappeared a little, and he tried hard to recall the impression of the person in front of him. He felt that the other person's name sounded familiar.

"Is that so? I've seen a lot of people. Which family are you a member?"

Tobias sighed and said with a low expression: "I am not a nobleman, I am just a civilian."

"Then you should know what consequences will be borne by setting a fire in the cathedral. Who made you so bold?" Gene roared, his burly and tall figure like a brown bear.

"I do all this just to talk to you alone, after all, you are not something that everyone can see."

"So what purpose do you have?" Gene asked. While observing Tobias carefully, he also felt as if he had seen the other person somewhere. The familiarity made Gene feel uneasy.

"Come for your wound." Tobias patted his shoulder. A shocking bolt rang in Gene's heart. He stood there blankly, unable to say a word.

It took a long time before the king came to his senses, "We should indeed have a good talk, just me and you."

...

Gilness was burning. Smoke slid across the alleys, and the sound of cannon fire echoed in the horizon. Prince Liam stood on the barrier and looked down. When he was a child, he stood here with his father and mother to watch the sunset in the sunset. He once stood here to admire this magnificent city, a country that would be ruled by him in the future.

Now, the city is in crisis. The Crowre soldiers, known as the North Gate Rebels, are creating an unprecedented riot. In Liam's opinion, they are not rebels in the strict sense, because most of the measures issued by his father Gene since the Second War were to harm the interests of Lord Crowre. Liam had known for a long time that one day he would use a military coup to retaliate against Gremain, but he didn't expect it to be so sudden, but he chose when his father disappeared. The other party must have known that Gene was missing, and this must be the only way to speed up their riot.

Crowley openly resisted Greymann not long ago, Liam found Rona Crowley, and the prince tried to communicate rationally with the noble's daughter. He tried to make it clear that the construction of the Gilness wall was for the benefit of the vast majority of Gilness people, and even Liam himself did not believe such an explanation. When Rona used werewolf to refute his remarks, Liam found that he could not find a suitable reason to explain.

In order to deal with one terrible enemy, another even more terrible enemy is brought in.

This sentence alone is enough to shake the dominance of the Greymann family. Crowley's forces insist that Gene's rule is "tyranny" and that everything they do is for a better future for Gilness. Unfortunately, many people are willing to follow Crowley.

"Father." Liam murmured.

...

Gene had not stopped. He could hear the rebels searching for him in the forest. He understood that if he was discovered, Crore would definitely judge him publicly. The guide in front of him ran at a speed he could keep up with.

"Tobias." He called.

The person in front of him did not stop, but just turned around and asked, "Your Majesty?"

"How long will we have? I always feel like I'm going to be caught up."

"Be careful!" Tobias suddenly turned around and pushed him down, and then a tree next to them was punched into a hole by a musket. The sound of wood chips falling to the ground made Gene sweat coldly, and at the same time he became more and more restless. There was a force in his blood trying to release it.

"Run first, your majesty." Tobias pulled Gene, "I will block them, and I must not let them see you, otherwise it will be over."

Reason reminds Gene that Tobias is right.

"Run this road! Run to the center of the woodland, someone will be waiting for you there."

The next thing happened so quickly that Gene could not even tell the exact order of them, and as another bullet rubbed his sleeve, there was only one thought driving the old king.

Run!

This made Gene very ashamed, but Tobias' warning was right. He could not bear the consequences of being found out that he was about to become a werewolf. The possible situations and thoughts that were crowded in his mind were all shouting the same word together.

Run!

So Gene obeyed his heart and continued to run, heading towards the direction Tobias wanted him to go.

A group of night elves from Kalimdo can help you, His Majesty the King. They can let you control the power of werewolf.

Despite his doubts, Gene could only place his hope on the night elves.

...

Every inch of his nerves seemed to want him to escape as soon as possible and escape the enemy's roundup, but in fact he was in danger, and he could not use the power of werewolf, because once he showed his true identity, the rebels could also make a big fuss with the evidence of the king and werewolf collusion. For a moment, Tobias couldn't help but wonder whether it was the right decision to take the king away.

The first person who stepped forward to attack flashed through the cold light in his hand. Tobias accurately avoided his weapon and punched the other party in the face. The guy fell to the ground in an instant, but his experience could not make the companions behind him feared, after all, they had an absolute advantage in terms of numbers.

Tobias let out a victory shout, ready to greet other rebels who rushed up. They fought in the dark. This short and cruel battle was mixed with the sound of human groans and the sound of swords and steel.

The battle then ended, and the rebels fell to the ground one by one. Tobias was also injured a lot. He restrained the pain, and the feeling would arouse the beastly nature in his body.

Behind him was an assassin of the rebels who jumped out of the tree and approached slightly as Tobias was busy dealing with the others. He waved his sword down with one hand, intending to let the sword strike his exposed throat.

The human-like werewolf moved his hands without hesitation, turned around continuously like flowing water to catch the short sword, snatched it, and stabbed the sword that was about to cut his throat into the assassin's face.

Tobias aimed very accurately, the tip of the sword penetrated through the eye hole and penetrated into the eye socket. The assassin's scream cut through the night sky. He staggered and shook for a while, then fell to the ground, his body fell forward, and his head died before it touched the ground.

Seeing that many companions had died, the rebels finally did not dare to step forward rashly. Of course, they did not choose to retreat, but surrounded Tobias.

Unwilling to sit and wait for death, he rushed to an enemy on the side. The other party was shocked and had no time to react to defensively, so he was knocked to the ground.

A boot suddenly kicked Tobias' side, kicked him over, rolled a few times, calmed down and raised his head, the handle of a musket slammed towards his head. Tobias fell to the ground, dizzy, and countless enemy phantoms floated in his sight. The closest guy raised his sword with both hands, ready to stab it into his body.

Many years later, when Tobias recalled that terrifying battle, he remembered extremely clearly that a subtle light attracted his attention. It was an arrow of an arrow hidden among the leaves. The arrow broke out in an instant and shot through the head of the person who wanted to kill him.

This arrow was indeed a bit cruel. The dead man didn't even know why he died. A few drops of blood and brain matter sprayed on Tobias's face. Then a lifeless corpse fell to the ground.

More dangerous bows and arrows shot from all directions, screaming endlessly. Tobias closed his eyes tightly, waiting for everything to end.

"If you are not dead, get up." A cold voice said.

Feeling that the battle had ended, the exhausted Tobias opened his eyes. The last time he saw only one undead in Gilnis City, the undead in Tobiasli was called Veronala. At this moment, more than a dozen figures with the same outfit as Veronala appeared in front of him.

Tobias supported his body hard, looking at the corpses all over the ground, he felt quite impressed by the methods of the undead.

"It's you again?"

"It's not like a tone of thanks," Verona La said to him with his head raised. "I said we'll meet again, Mistermanto, although it's only been a few months."

"You didn't say you have so many subordinates." Tobias glanced at the undead around him. "Why did you save me?"

"You look like a kind-hearted person," Veronara said. "Or the night elves in the Black Miasma Forest will help you recover your sanity, you will not be saddled with them."

"What, you actually know?" Tobias glared at her.

"I just don't have time to give orders to wipe them out. The alliance is similar to the enemy to us." Veronara waved his hand, and the dark rangers began to clean up the battlefield and clean up one corpse after another. "You haven't answered me yet, are you a kind person?"

"Do you need my help to save me? Ha, I know you have any secrets."

Veronara showed a teasing and sarcastic expression to Tobias, as if looking at a clown. "Stop being smart, werewolf. I saved you just obey the orders. But you were half right, my leader really needs your help. I have left the Forgotten One for too long. Now that I want to return, I must take action."

"Your... leader?" Tobias showed curiosity in his eyes, thinking that Veronara and her soldiers did not look like ordinary people. What kind of person is their leader?
Chapter completed!