"I got the news, Varian. I am not inciting you to return to the Empire and launch a war against the Dark Blade and the Federation. With the current strength of the Empire, it will not be able to fight against the Dark Blade within at least 10 years.

I know this better than anyone, but the empire is facing a crisis now, and it does not come from the Dark Blade. Listen to me... You must go back and save the soldiers and people of the empire. Those stupid boys are leading the soldiers on the road.

Falling into a dangerous trap!"

"What's the meaning?"

Varian put down the sword in his hand and asked:

"You mean the Empire is facing another war?"

"Bugmen! Qiraji!"

Genn took out a sealed scroll from his pocket and threw it to Varian:

"The power amassed by the Qiraji in the Silithus Desert is more terrifying than the young kings of the Human Empire realized. Judging from the information collected by the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency, the army they have assembled now is simply not enough.

To fight against the insect army, once they recklessly open the Beetle Wall, it will only take 3 days, or less, for the insect soldiers to rush out and swamp all the troops that have entered the desert!"

"You must return to the empire before they open the Beetle Wall and save the last strength of the human empire from the quicksand. Once those armies are lost, the empire will have no hope. Moreover, the other half of your citizens, Storm

The other half of the kingdom...is also there."

"How do you know this?"

Varian used the light of the dense forest to briefly read the information recorded on the scroll. If the information on this scroll is true, it means... deep in the great desert at the southernmost tip of Kalimdor

, without anyone knowing, the Qiraji have set a despicable, huge, and terrifying trap for Imperial soldiers.

But what made Varian even more confused was that the information recorded on this scroll was considered top secret even among the Dark Blade Legion. He saw the secret mark of the Dark Blade Intelligence Agency printed at the bottom of the scroll, Jean.

...how did he get it?

Under Varian's gaze, the werewolf in front of him let out a sad laugh. He opened his windbreaker jacket, and on the chest of the lined hunting suit, a silver wolf head, mixed with a black broken blade logo, was clearly visible...

.

"Let's get to know each other again, Varian Wrynn, I am a member of the Forgotten Kings... Genn Greymane, who represents Gilneas, the freedom you won for me by fighting in the arena is worthless.

Meaning, because...I have to join this organization."

"Why!"

Varian gritted his teeth and asked, while Gene waved his hand lonely, his hoarse voice echoed in the darkness:

"Because only in this way can I hand over the empire's last army in the Eastern Continent to you with my own hands."

"That is the last gift from the Greymane family... Ghost Wolf, that is a legion that only you can control. My only question is, are you willing to accept it? Are you willing to accept this mission to turn the tide?"
Chapter completed!