After a great battle, Lothar personally led the heavy cavalry to drive away the undead's forward, and coupled with the stubborn resistance of the paladins at the rear, they finally repelled this extremely dangerous wave of undead raids.
In the dilapidated frontline fortress, the great knight Turalyon, who had not seen him for a long time, wiped his blood-stained face with water and said to Emperor Lothar standing next to him:
"Marshal, I didn't disappoint you, did I?"
Lothar looked at the great knight in front of him with a nostalgic look, and he said softly:
"Of course, Turalyon, you never let me down... But I'm curious, didn't they say you stayed in Draenor? Follow those naaru to learn the teachings of the Holy Light and find ways to heal your soul.
Why did you suddenly appear in Arathi Highlands?"
"I heard about everything that happened in my motherland from the venerable Naru'adal."
After washing himself, Knight Turalyon returned to his handsome and resolute face. He sat next to Lothar and told his story to the human emperor.
"Adal has always been in contact with Mr. Velen. After I heard that the undead began to attack the human empire, I said goodbye to those friendly spokesmen of the Holy Light and returned to this world through the Dark Portal controlled by the undead... As for those
The knights who follow me are the prisoners of war I rescued from the country controlled by the undead. From the Kingdom of Stormwind...that place is now called the Defias Federation, all the way to the wetlands, our numbers are increasing."
The great knight shook his head sadly:
"Finally, we lost a lot of warriors when we crossed the Thoradin Bridge...the ice bridge controlled by the undead. I took them from the Gulf of Defal to cross the undead blockade. When we appeared on the high ground,
, happened to encounter the undead attacking Stromgarde... By the way, Marshal, I heard that Danath..."
When this issue was mentioned, the human emperor couldn't help but sigh:
"Due to our poor decision-making, Danaus was surrounded by the undead. He died in the snowfields of Khaz Modan, and more than one angry man saw him on the battlefield. He was resurrected by the undead. Very soon
It's a pity, but he is our enemy now."
"Bang"
Turalyon punched the table in front of him, the anger and sadness on his face undisguised.
"I still came back late... If my speed could be faster, maybe... maybe Danas wouldn't..."
"It's not your fault, kid."
Lothar patted Turalyon on the shoulder:
"It's not your fault, this is his fate. The next time we meet him, we will let him rest in peace. Now, go and rest. Uther and Fording have heard the news of your return, and they are now quickly
Come to Stromgarde and your mentor Fa'ao Mian. You'd better take the time to check on him. Mian Mian's physical condition is not optimistic."
"Yeah, I understand."
Turalyon nodded, then turned and left. Looking at his leaving figure, Lothar's eyes shone with a different kind of light. A moment later, the king's intelligence officer quietly appeared behind the emperor and handed over a stack of
The document was handed to Lothar.
"This is the news returned by our spies in the Defias Federal District and the Black Iron District. It does mention that some prisons of the undead have been breached. It is basically consistent with what the Grand Knight said. For those Paladins who have returned to the Empire,
Inquiries are ongoing, but there is currently no doubt."
Lothar looked through the information in his hand. After a moment, he said to the intelligence officer behind him:
"Help me invite Mr. Velen to come to Alterac, as well as Master Antonidas, and the great mages of Quel'Thalas who specialize in disguise magic."
"As you command, Your Majesty."
The intelligence officer responded, but after a moment, he asked softly:
"Your Majesty, are you doubting the loyalty of the Lord Knight?"
"It's not suspicion, White, it's cautious...concern."
Emperor Lothar stroked his beard and squinted his eyes:
"What happened to Master Shaw gave us a warning. Turalyon also suffered the same experience. This makes me have to be more suspicious, but I hope that the Turalyon in front of me is still the same person I once had.
Brave and sincere lieutenant...too many bad things have happened in recent years."
"If he is not real, then he will definitely show his flaws in front of masters in the magic world like Velen. If he is real, then returning from Draenor to support the imperial war has already proven that Turalyon
He is trustworthy, and many important things can be left to him."
"In these troubled times, I hope everything goes well. By the way, White, is there a letter from Kul Tiras?"
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Emperor Lothar repeatedly asked his attendants if there was any news from Kul Tiras. Even on the most anxious battlefield, he would not forget this matter, which fully demonstrated the importance of something he was worried about.
This matter is indeed very important, because it is related to the retreat of the human empire.
Lothar was an outstanding battlefield commander before he became emperor. He knew very well how important it was to have a way out at the last moment, whether it was a war or a group.
Especially when the undead from southern Xinjiang aggressively attacked northern Xinjiang, Lothar urgently needed a way out, not for him or his soldiers, but for the unarmed civilians.
Once Stromgarde is lost, once the worst-case scenario occurs, the door to the hinterland of Northern Xinjiang will be completely opened to the undead. By that time, Lothar can continue to prevent resistance within the country, but those civilians will definitely suffer
He had experienced the devastation caused by the war, and as an outstanding commander, Lothar knew very well how important the stability of civilians was to a protracted war.
Why were humans able to persist until the moment of counterattack under the repeated attacks of the orcs? It was because even at the most brutal point of the war, the Stratholme area in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the hinterland of Gilneas, and the overseas kingdom of Kul Tiras were also
Without being threatened by the orcs, the people there can live peacefully, produce more food, grit their teeth, and support the front line to hold on.
Now, Lothar is facing the same problem, but the difference is that Gilneas and Kul Tiras have lost their internal stability, while Lordaeron is unable to survive alone. In this case
, once the undead invade the Hillsbrad Hills, it means that the Empire's backup will face a terrible challenge. Even if Quel'Thalas is firmly on the side of the Empire, it will be difficult to reverse the decline.
Although the high elves are powerful in combat, their numbers are too small... The entire Quel'Thalas, including children, only has 1.8 million people, and the number of people in the Stratholme district of Lordaeron far exceeds this number.
, the number of people is sparse, and inheritance is difficult. This is a common problem of the longevity species and cannot be changed at all.
Under this circumstance, Lothar must find a suitable rear area for the people at home who are facing the challenge of war...
And he frequently communicated secretly with King Dailin of Kul Tiras just for this matter.
"I have been entrusted by the emperor to find a suitable settlement for the people of the empire before the Undead War proceeds to the next stage."
In the port of Boralus, which had become desolate after the war, Dai Lin, who was fully armed and wearing a captain's hat, was saying goodbye to his wife and son. Behind him was the Sea King Power and five battleships.
There are still 6 small fleets composed of troop transports and supply ships, fighting the undead in Kul Tiras. At a time when the third and fourth fleets have disappeared, Dailin cannot take away too many warships.
Once the sea power cannot guarantee the suppression of the endless stream of undead in Drustvar, Tiragarde Strait, which is slowly being recovered by the navy, will inevitably lead to new challenges.
"There is no need to worry about me, Catherine, my wife. This will be my last voyage."
Dai Lin hugged his wife affectionately, and he whispered in her ear:
"I will be back soon, and then I will never leave again. The nightmare of almost losing you once is enough. Drake has grown up. He should shoulder a heavier mission and learn to be a good person."
The king."
"Does my Admiral want to retire?"
Queen Catherine, who was still a little pale, smiled and helped her husband adjust the ribbon on his clothes. She said softly:
"You are in the prime of life, my husband, and there are still many days left for you to sail the seas."
"But I will be relieved of my duties as king, Catherine."
Dai Lin wiped his black beard, looked back at the blue sea, and said:
"Maybe I will become a general and go to the mainland to help Lothar fight off those damn undead. Then, we will go to Dalaran together, grow up with our daughter, and watch her marry a guy who can make us feel at ease.
"
"I just don't want to ignore my family anymore."
Dailin stroked the silver anchor pendant hanging on her chest. It was a treasure passed down from generation to generation by the Proudmoore family. It is said that it has been blessed by the sea. No matter where it is lost, it can bring the captain and crew back to their hometown.
.
The king of Kul Tiras touched his wife's no longer young face for the last time. He looked back at his son, Prince Drake Proudmoore, a grown man.
"Drake, protect your mother and your country and wait until I come back."
Dai Lin said to her son in a tone of entrustment:
"Fuck those undead hard. When I come back, I hope to see Tiragarde Sound return to its former beauty and calmness."
"Yes, father!"
Prince Redek responded loudly:
"I live up to your expectations!"
"very good."
Dai Lin nodded with satisfaction and reached out to take the command knife and musket from her son. After preparations were completed, under the personal escort of Lord Stormsong, the Tide Sage, Dai Lin slowly walked up the hanging ladder, accompanied by the sound of the port.
The bell rang, and the huge King of the Seas, like a hill suspended on the sea, raised the king's flag and the battle flag of the Kul Tiras Navy, and began to slowly sail out of the port.
The destination of this fleet is the continent of Kalimdor, which will be the last place where the empire will send its people in the most critical situation. Another option is the island of Tol Barad, but the environment of that island
It is not comfortable and cannot accommodate too many people.
The fleet commanded by Dai Lin will circle Kalimdor within a month to find the most suitable place for human immigrants to live. On this ship, there are two special guests.
"Good day, Admiral Dai Lin."
Thrall, who was wearing a human-style dress, waved in pure human language to Dailin who walked into the cabin, and received a dull response, but the young orc did not feel humiliated, because he knew very well that among all human kings,
Among them, Dai Lin is the one who hates orcs the most. For him to respond to this greeting is a great honor to Thrall.
Next to Thrall was Garrosh Hellscream, who was wearing a set of light armor and carrying a battle ax. The young orc looked at Dailin's tall back with a provocative look. After he left,
Garrosh whispered to Thrall:
"You shouldn't say hello to him. Look at his arrogant look, which makes people want to rush over and chop him with an axe."
"Alright, Garrosh."
Thrall smiled and comforted his companions, and the two young orcs walked to the restaurant while talking.
"You have also seen the undead in Stromgarde with your own eyes. They are oppressing the living environment of the human empire, so Emperor Lothar has to make such an arrangement. In any case, human civilians are innocent."
Thrall picked up a piece of bread and ate it while saying to Garrosh:
"Do you still remember the advice of Elder Drektal? Only under heavy pressure can people temporarily forget their hatred and truly unite together. Maybe this time, the blood feud between humans and orcs will be resolved by the two of us.
Ping, doesn’t this make you feel excited?”
"I don't care about peace."
Garrosh sipped a bowl of turtle soup and whispered:
"Human beings have been suppressed by the undead for too long. They are in urgent need of allies. In the final analysis, it is not for our soldiers to fight for them. My father and the war chief will definitely not agree."
"But at least humans showed sincerity, didn't they?"
Thrall chuckled and stopped discussing the issue. He looked at Garrosh and whispered:
"I heard that you recently became friends with Miss Jaina? Prince Arthas is very angry about this."
"hey-hey"
Garrosh shook his head proudly:
"That's why I agreed to make friends with weak humans. You don't know how happy I feel every time I see Alsace's face twist. That proud guy... But to be honest
Yes, Jaina likes him very much, that’s a really lucky guy.”
"Speaking of which, this is not the first time that Dranosh and Yolin have proposed going to the battlefield. Elder Drektal does not want them to take risks, especially when facing the terrifying undead, and I heard..."
Sal said worriedly:
"I heard that Dranoche's father seems to be on the side of the undead, and he has also been on the battlefield."
"well"
The reckless Garrosh also sighed. This heavy matter made both of them lose interest in chatting. As they cut through the waves and advanced rapidly on the sea, the navigator watched the surroundings vigilantly. This long trip
There has been no danger so far on the journey, but there is always no shortage of danger in the vast sea.
Even the best sailors don't know what kind of crisis is hidden under those dark waves.
