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Chapter 333 Day 8
While Prince Garin remained silent, the mayor excitedly urged the people to evacuate.
The townspeople were completely bewildered. The mayor shouted again, "As rehearsed, everyone, go to the beach for refuge. The spirits are attacking. Don't worry about anything else. We've prepared food in the jade mine. Survival is the most important thing."
"Undead?"
“Run…”
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"Aren't we protected by the alliance?"
"Isn't there a military camp by the lake? Where did the ghosts come from? No way, Mayor, my family is still preparing for the winter. We had a good harvest this year... I was hoping to build another carriage next year."
"Are you out of your mind? Let's go, listen to the mayor."
The crowd chattered amongst themselves, but most followed the mayor's orders. They had practiced this many times before, and the mayor had repeatedly emphasized that Hillsbrad Foothills was extremely dangerous. If all else failed, they had no choice but to abandon their plan to go to the island.
As for that mysterious and terrifying island, whether Atonement Island is an ideal refuge, the mayor said yes, so be it.
The town mayor's authority was deeply trusted by most of the townspeople.
As the crowd dispersed, only Prince Garin of Chicken Fillet Castle, now sober, remained standing there in a daze. He felt cold all over; he had drunk quite a bit, and he was very upset because the Countess had been ignoring him.
The Stromgarde prince, who considered himself to have achieved great feats and was feeling triumphant, was still ignored by the Countess of Stormwind and looked down upon by Master Yuvel of the Silver Covenant. Arrogant yet cowardly, he heard the name of his father.
Others may not know the cause of the old king's death, but Garin knows it himself.
In his haste to ascend to the throne, he murdered the wounded old king. The old king, filled with resentment, cursed him, vowing he would never become a true king.
Prince Garin was not satisfied; he was determined to become the king of Chicken Fairy Castle.
This was undoubtedly an opportunity to fulfill his long-cherished wish. Little did he know that tomorrow he would be able to achieve further glory and prove that he was the true heir of Stromgarde. He was far away in Outland, missing for thirty years, and had taken away Lothar's son, the true elite force of Stromgarde.
He, Galin & Thorbain, are the true kings; he hates his father, he hates the League.
He enjoyed all the privileges of a prince and the respect due to a knight-military captain. He forgot that people respected those militia captains or princes who truly fulfilled their duties, served the people, and earned their respect through their achievements and abilities.
It is not that one must respect, love, or worship someone simply because of their status as a prince or nobleman.
On the contrary, under Galin & Trollbane's rule, Stromgarde was actually in ruins, the people fled, and the entire Arathi Highlands, this precious land, was devoured and occupied by the Horde, ogres, and even Syndicate bandits.
Even now, Galin still has to share Stromgarde with trolls, ogres, and Duke Fakurest of the Syndicate...
His so-called prince of Stromgarde could only maintain his knightly forces with the covert help of the Syndicate bandits and Blackwater raiders. Desperate, he even considered raiding dwarven territory. The Alliance's Stormwind frontline commander, out of consideration for their shared human race and the principle of mutual dependence, frequently sent people to contact him.
He, however, maintained an air of superiority, behaving like a king, and refused to engage with a lower-ranking officer like William.
If it weren't for the presence of Master Ansrem, leader of the Kirin Tor and the Silver Covenant, he would have even gone so far as to feign a protest to Stormwind, claiming that Jaina, that unfilial daughter, had deceived his people and that Menethil Harbor was not Jaina's territory.
It wasn't an asset of the Alliance or the Menethil family; it was simply a piece of history buried in the past...
In fact, Prince Garin has no right to criticize his peers.
While Jaina Proudmoore did indeed kill the Fleet Admiral, she also inherited at least half of Kul Tiras's military power. More than half of the Alliance's fleet was under the command of this ice mage, princess of Kul Tiras, and chairman-elect of the Kirin Tor.
As for Arthas, the dutiful son, he's now the enemy of the entire world—the Lich King!
And Garin & Stromgarde could only murder their own father; the crown prince position they gained was utterly worthless. The entire Stromgarde suffered devastating losses in the Scourge war, with more than half its population fleeing across the sea with Jaina.
The true elite, the Sons of Lothar, had long since gone to Outland with his uncle, Darnass Trollbane, one of the Stormwind Five Heroes, the militia captain, and the expeditionary commander.
Stormwind only recognizes the legitimate inheritance rights of Darnass & Trollbane.
He's nothing but a nobody...
Thinking of this, Garin roared furiously to the sky, his blood boiling. Having lost sight of Rolin, he only wanted to kill all the Hillsbrads present. He roared at his loyal retainers, "Don't let them leave! Go and get reinforcements from the main camp! I'm taking over this place!"
Just as the guard was about to leave to call for help, he discovered that Garin was already surrounded by the mayor's fully armed guards.
The mayor, abandoning his previous humble demeanor, warned sternly, "Prince Garin, you are not going anywhere. Before we leave, the people at the lakeside camp had better fulfill their agreements and obligations. I invited you here not to occupy our town!"
After being stimulated in turn, Garin seemed to have completely sobered up. He looked around and saw that the mayor had several hundred men under his command, while he himself and his servants only had a few dozen.
One against ten?
Dealing with the militia might be possible, but it's completely unnecessary.
Garin wasn't sure if he could get away unscathed. He seemed to have spoken too arrogantly just now, and this little mayor of Bonn was actually going to turn on him!
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"The undead are attacking?"
"Has it really called?"
"Did you see that?"
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"No, but... everyone in the kitchen is dead. They were infected with the plague, and the militia is already dealing with the infected. But I'm afraid they can't stop the spread. Let's go!"
"What? What exactly happened?"
"have no idea..."
"Stanford seems to have gone mad."
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Who is Stanford?
"The cook's dog!"
"Blancard's favorite little dog is eating people now! The house is so big, it's like the dire wolves in Shadowfang Keep..."
People were talking as they ran.
Some people were reluctant to part with their family property and food, but the town mayor forbade them to take their belongings with them, so they still went home to get them.
Some people screamed in agony on the road, and the town was thrown into chaos.
Stanford was infected with a deadly plague, transforming into a giant plague dog that could infect anyone it bit. Even its green breath could turn a living person into a zombie.
The mayor received news that a plague had broken out.
He clearly misjudged that the attack was launched by the undead; it was actually a biological alarm clock that Rowling had prepared in advance.
It was midnight; the eighteenth day had arrived.
The main culprit has hidden in the woods; he cannot reveal himself for the time being, waiting for chaos to erupt in the town.
The mayor misjudged the situation, but not entirely. He knew better than anyone how terrible the undead plague outbreak was, because he himself was a survivor of the undead calamity!
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