"Who are you?"
Liam looked warily at the mage who had suddenly appeared before them using a magical mirror image, his brows furrowed. Just when he was about to learn the truth about his father's death, why did this person have to show up and make trouble?
"Aiden."
Aiden replied, "Don't worry, I'm with the Alliance, from the Valoran Federation."
Lord Hervel glanced at the mirror image created by the mage's trickery, recalling what the Yordle pilot who had crashed when they evacuated Gilneas a few days ago had said during their conversation—their leader seemed to have this name—this spelling was too unique; he remembered it immediately.
"You are the leader of the Valoran Federation?" Herve asked.
"I am," Aiden nodded in acknowledgment. He looked at Prince Liam, "Prince Liam, in fact, what you three are trying to prove is meaningless."
Meaningless? Liam's already displeased emotions became even more agitated. He suppressed his anger and questioned, "Are you saying that my father's death is insignificant?"
Aiden said, "Please don't misunderstand. I mean that no matter what answer you get from here, it is what the enemy wants you to get, not the real truth. I also sympathize with the death of King Greymane, but I am sure it was a trap set by the Scourge. The one who killed your father must be the Scourge. The means may have been direct assassination, or secret planning. But does it matter? The mastermind behind the scenes is always the Scourge Legion. You need to think clearly about your target for revenge, and don't be confused by what's in front of you—now Gilneas is scarred and devastated; she can no longer withstand greater setbacks!"
Liam remained unmoved, "Your Excellency, what can prove your claims? Give me something concrete! I don't like listening to flowery words."
His tone was somewhat impatient, but this attitude also aroused Aiden's dissatisfaction. He was clearly here to help these people, not to be interrogated.
Aiden frowned slightly and said, "A few months ago, the Alliance organized an operation to encircle and suppress a Scourge base. I personally participated in it. At first, our battle went very smoothly, but when we were about to kill the mastermind, we failed. A group of Dreadlords were helping the Scourge. Their specialty is bewitching people's minds. Your father's death was one hundred percent the work of a Dreadlord. I can even be sure that they will use King Greymane's body to their advantage. If you are shaken and begin to suspect your subjects and people, then they will have achieved their greatest goal—do you want to watch the remaining hundreds of thousands of Gilnean people become the Scourge's pawns? Think about what you are doing now! You are stepping into a trap set for you by the Dreadlords!" Aiden stared at Liam, and the prince was somewhat unable to meet his gaze.
"And you, Lord Hervel," he turned his attention to another, "You are becoming a pawn of the Scourge without realizing it. You said that the special envoy from Lordaeron secretly instructed two lords to murder your king. And you said that he quietly landed on Stormglen a few days ago, planned this conspiracy, and then left—are you really convinced of these things? Five days ago, Gilneas broke out in a plague, but we only got the news the next day and held a meeting to discuss rescuing Gilneas. Then the Alliance fleet gathered at full speed, and it took them three days to reach the waters of Gilneas at the fastest speed. In other words, they only just arrived yesterday. So how could you have seen the special envoy the day before yesterday? Use your head and think carefully, such obvious loopholes, haven't you suspected that this is a scam?"
Aiden said in a deep voice, "These things can be confirmed with a casual question. Think carefully, who is invading your homeland, and who is sparing no effort to help you. Look, look now, what are you doing?"
"What are we doing?" Prince Liam was speechless. He had just been interrogating a minister loyal to Gilneas. If he really heard the fact that he didn't want to believe from Godfrey, what would he do?
Liam didn't want to think about it.
Godfrey gave Prince Liam a look, and he reluctantly said, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency. I was a little rude just now."
"Please remember my words, consider the current situation of Gilneas and your people before making any decisions." Aiden gave his advice, "The Alliance's rescue efforts will gradually increase, and our troops assembled on the Northern Front will also begin to attack soon. Please don't give the Scourge any chance to take advantage!"
After giving a warning, Aiden bid them farewell. The spiritual body's travel consumes a lot of energy, and he cannot stay outside in this state for long.
After he disappeared, Liam looked at the two people in front of him, his eyes complex. On the one hand, he realized that his father might really have died from the assassination of his own ministers, and on the other hand, he also understood that this might be a conspiracy of the Scourge.
Lord Godfrey was hiding it from him, Lord Hervel was bewitched, Walden and Ashbury were almost directly involved in the regicide, and General Crowley, the remaining one, had a very bad relationship with Greymane before. He had heard the two of them arguing, and he also knew that his father had even sworn to make Darius come back and lick his boots.
At this moment, Liam realized that in the vast Gilneas, he couldn't find a few people worthy of trust!
He didn't want to greet the two of them either, and walked back to the camp on his own. Thinking that the Scourge might desecrate his father's body, and that he might even face his resurrected father, he was distraught and didn't know what to do.
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It wasn't just Prince Liam who was troubled. On the other side of the Veiled Sea, "The Terror of the Tides" Gangplank shouted in exasperation, "I don't believe in this evil! Hoist our sail too! I don't believe we can't catch up!"
"But the other ships won't be able to keep up with our speed, Captain. Do we really want to chase that weird island in front? I always feel uneasy…" Gangplank's first mate looked worried. After the Dead Pool raised all its sails, its speed would greatly increase, and the other ships would not be able to keep up no matter what.
"The sea hides countless secrets, and that's the joy of sailing!" He laughed and ordered the fleet to accelerate, "Listen to me, don't you want to see why that island can move? As a pirate, you must always maintain a strong curiosity and dare to explore the unknown!"
In the distance that they could see, there was a piece of land. The lookout first observed this island yesterday afternoon. Encountering some islands during navigation is a very common problem. Sometimes, when supplies are insufficient, you can also obtain some things and fresh water from these islands.
After the lookout reported, Gangplank casually instructed them to go over and see if they could hunt some game. After being on the ship for a month, his mouth was almost tasteless. Every day, the meat was jerky, dried fish, and sausage, and people were already tired of eating it.
They had been sailing towards the island, but the strange thing was that the distance between the two had not been reduced at all—could this island run away on its own?
Gangplank heard the crew's report and immediately ran out of the cabin, took out his telescope, and looked. Then he confirmed that it was a moving island.
But after chasing until night fell, they still couldn't catch up with that island. If it weren't for the tireless Hecarim, the Shadow of War, being able to keep up, they might have lost their target at night.
After he gave the order, the sailors began to prepare to raise the misail sail. But at this time, Alistar, the Minotaur, came out of the cabin and roared, "Don't raise the misail!"
The first mate and the sailors looked at each other, not knowing who to listen to.
Gangplank and Alistar glared at each other.
"Listen to me! I'm the captain!" Gangplank turned his head and ordered the first mate.
"Listen to me! I'm your boss!" Alistar reached out and pressed on Gangplank's shoulder, "Don't you want to deny it?"
"I…I!" Gangplank remembered how he had been confused at the time and had a drinking contest with this guy.
"I really got into trouble with a dog!" Gangplank freed himself from the Minotaur's oppression. He took off his pirate hat and squeezed it hard, cursing this meddling Minotaur a thousand times in his heart.