The mountainous areas on the border of Lordaeron were once desolate.
At least when Lothar took the princes to search for the lost empire's inheritance War Destroyer in the cursed mountains here, only mountain people lived here. At that time, northern Tirisfal was a barbaric land.
, because there is not much material output, people there do not pay attention to it.
But there is a quiet beach between the mountains. It is the secret of the mountain people. Occasionally, some wandering pirates will replenish fresh water here. Once, the undead natural disasters in the north planned to land here and invade the northern border.
, but due to various things that happened, the Dread Lords finally gave up on this plan.
Now, in addition to providing sufficient fishing resources for the mountain people here, this eternal beach finally has a second purpose.
Nearly half a year ago, a group of imperial workers built a very large port here under the emperor's secret order. This operation was supported by the Kingdom of Lordaeron, with sufficient manpower and material support, and from the black
After the Iron Zone smuggled enough construction machinery, this super-large dock was barely completed before the demons invaded.
The entire Whispering Coast and the north coast separated by a cliff to the east have been completely fortified. After the emperor gave the order, the port became bustling almost overnight.
Civilians from several kingdoms in northern Xinjiang were led here by knights. On the more than 30 piers of the sturdy port, various ships were moored almost day and night to bring the civilians here.
Transported to Kul Tiras, some very large merchant ships with the ability to sail across the endless sea directly formed a fleet spanning two continents under the guidance of the temporarily recruited pirate pilots and the Kul Tiras navy.
fleet.
The origins of these ships are very complicated. They include two fleets from the Kingdom of Lordaeron, merchant ships from Gilneas, wealthy people whose industries span the entire northern border, five far-traveling commercial fleets from the Barov family, and more.
The emperor used the gold and jewels from the treasury to hire goblin merchant ships in several goblin cities. They were loaded with crude oil engines and emitted black smoke like wild beasts in the sea.
Yes, these green-skinned cunning little men, wherever there is profitable business in this world, their presence will definitely be indispensable. The reward given by Lothar is so considerable that it makes these timid guys temporarily forget their fear.
He risked his life and rushed into the empire's war zone, sending boatloads of civilians to land beyond the sea.
In addition to these "serious" forces, there are also some less serious guys...pirates!
Tyrion's activities in Kul Tiras were not only as simple as occupying the mountains of Drustvar, he also helped the Kul Tirans clear out the strait entrenched in a place called "Freetown"
There are tens of thousands of pirates in there, but not all pirates died in the invasion of the undead. There are still some lucky guys who escaped the massacre of the undead.
The pirates are indeed a group of untrustworthy guys, but their persistence in hatred is also famous throughout Azeroth. Therefore, under the new patriarch of the Proudmoore family, Kul Tiras Admiral Drake.
When Proudmoore's "recruitment order" was issued to these exiled pirates, many old sea dogs who had fought fiercely with Kul Tiras's invincible fleet on the sea resolutely sailed here.
Whispering Harbor.
They came for revenge, but in the process of revenge, they didn't mind making a little money, and... using this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to clean up all the dirt in their past... Who would
Don’t you want to put the past behind you and start a new life?
In short, at the critical moment of life and death, Lothar, with his generous hand and eclectic thinking, finally pieced together a "fleet" large enough to save the lives of the civilians of the empire.
But even this huge migration team, which totals nearly a thousand ships, will still need several days of busy work to completely send the civilians waiting in Whispering Port away from the northern Xinjiang, which is no longer safe and familiar.
"Lordaeron is burning..."
On the thick walls of the bustling Whispering Harbor, the Lordaeron noble Knight Alexandro Mograine, who was ordered to guard the place, stared at the direction of the capital with a telescope. At the moment when the stars were almost shining at night,
In the endlessly shaking night, you can still see the shocking wisps of black smoke rising into the sky.
"We set the fire... to stop the undead."
Behind the Grand Knight, the hooded Archmage Jaina held her staff and said in a low voice:
"But the flames cannot stop them. The Tirisfal Barrier has also fallen. Soon, their forward will reach Whispering Harbor. Great Knight, we must prepare early."
"We are ready!"
A loud voice came from behind the two of them. The Grand Knight and the Archmage turned around at the same time. When they saw the person coming, they bowed their heads and saluted. Behind them, the Emperor of the Empire, wearing heavy armor, was being protected by groups of guards.
, strode onto the city wall.
"All the remaining troops in the entire northern Xinjiang are here... Behind us are our people. We can no longer retreat. Today..."
Lothar's fingers touched the rough city wall, his eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at the land that was about to be shrouded in night, and he said in a deep voice:
"Today, we old guys will bury our bones here, sacrificing everything we have in exchange for the survival of our civilization. This will be the last battle of the empire in our homeland... Yes, we failed,
But this is not shameful. If we lose the confidence to start over again, that would be the most shameful failure."
The emperor opened his eyes. He turned around and looked at the soldiers and generals behind him. His eyes swept across everyone's eyes. He tried to see more from them, but he could only see a piece of it at this time.
loyalty.
This gave the emperor some comfort, who had a premonition that his life was about to end. After a moment, he took a deep breath and said to the soldiers behind him:
"The undead will always underestimate the strength of me and my brothers and sisters, especially when it comes to protecting our own relatives and our people..."
"The real victory of evil is when good people start to doubt, stop standing up, and stop fighting for the future...So, I would say that our civilization will not collapse under the blow of disaster, and the justice and justice in our hearts will
Light will never die!"
"At least today! They won't die!"
"I will defend them, use my blood to water the roots of the empire's hope, and use my will to inspire the courage in the hearts of the people, but the price of freedom and the future has always been high... It has always been like this, and those warriors who died have paid
Everything they can give, now it's our turn."
Lothar's voice echoed on the city wall. The soldiers patrolling under the city wall couldn't help but stop. In this dark night, listening to the emperor's voice in the light, a magician stretched out his hand to bless the emperor.
Using sound magic, his voice quickly spread over the entire city.
Those noises, those people's cries of fear in their hearts, those people trembling in the darkness and having doubts about the future, more and more people raised their heads and looked at the lighthouse on the outermost edge of the city.
Lothar's voice seemed to come from that lighthouse.
"Those brave souls are telling me that sometimes...sometimes we just can't save everyone.
"So I do the best I know! I do the best I can!"
"If our soldiers and our people are still alive, I will do whatever it takes to save them."
"If they unfortunately die in battle..."
"The remaining people will make the undead pay the price... This is why the empire exists, and this is why civilization is inherited... Tonight, the undead will try to use their hell to defeat our last persistence, but I will
With the sword in my hand, I will tell them with my war cry that they are delusional!"
Lothar's voice had changed from soothing at the beginning to a thunderous roar, and at the end of his gaze, on the plain in the dark night, the black Broken Blade battle flag had appeared on the soldiers' heads.
In eyes.
The emperor drew out the long sword from behind and let the flames burn on the blade. He pointed in the direction of the Dark Blade Undead and shouted loudly with the most heroic aura:
"Look! They're coming!"
"I, Lothar, will fight them as a warrior, and I will take the initiative to fight them on the plains... Who is willing to come with me?"
"Wow"
A bright and scorching light lit up behind the emperor. The great knight Mograine raised the war hammer in his hand and shouted loudly:
"This is the will of the Holy Light! For the empire! For the emperor!"
"For the Empire!"
Jaina also raised the staff in her hand high. Behind her, the soldiers who had already been excited by the emperor's speech roared at the top of their lungs. This heavy desperation did not crush them, but made them
A true common enemy.
These roars woke up the whole city. In the dark night, in the floating lights, the people who were in trouble, the common people who had lived in the countryside all their lives and only knew how to follow the instructions of the noble lords,
Those who had lost their hometown and everything, seemed to have once again found the thoughts of being human in this cry.
At this moment, in this last city of human civilization, there is no longer any gap in status and identity. Everyone has been given a new identity... Warrior, although this is slightly different from the unity Tyrion imagined, but
After all, it has taken the first step...although, it is a bit late.
"Bring me my weapons..."
In a mansion in Whispering Harbor, the depressed Alsace heard the shout that resounded throughout the city. He threw away the wine bottle in his hand, stood up staggeringly, walked to the window, and looked at
The wide-open city gate in the distance, and the black, silent army under the dark night.
"Bring me my weapons!"
Anger, hatred, and unwillingness filled Alsace's brain in an instant, allowing him to temporarily wake up from the pain of losing everything. He shouted loudly:
"Farric! Gather the guards!"
"Maven! Get my weapon!"
"Thassarian! Bring out my horse!"
Wisps of manic, visible sparks of holy light danced between the fingers of the new king, making him look like a golden thunder god descending from the sky.
"I'm going to... I'm going to the battlefield..."
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"Buzz"
The light from the portal kept gathering and dispersing. During the swaying, a slender figure appeared in the city of Lordaeron that had been mostly destroyed. He did not come alone. Behind him, there were others one after another.
several people.
Saurfang looked at the figure walking out of the portal. His thin face was expressionless. He just turned slightly sideways and made way.
Tyrion ignored the Death Lord in front of him. He walked forward step by step. In the dilapidated palace, an old man with white hair and beard was half-kneeling in the center of the palace, seeming to be repenting and praying.
"I think Saurfang has already told you those things, so I came here this time to get an answer."
The Dark Blade King stood in the shadow of the palace entrance and asked in a deep voice:
"Are you willing to join us?"
"What's the difference?"
The old man asked in a hoarse and bleak voice:
"The moment I die and open my eyes, I will already be one of you."
"Of course there is a difference. After encountering a sudden disaster and suffering that destroys everything, it will be difficult for the living to find a new goal in life. They will be at a loss and may lose themselves in this confusion. This is not what I think.
What I see, what I painstakingly want to see, is a new civilization that is attracted by a noble goal and is willing to sacrifice everything for it..."
Tyrion explained patiently:
"They don't have much time to indulge in losing themselves. If they can't find a way forward, then I'll give them one!"
"Hate! Among thousands of emotions, only this emotion can truly and long-term guide the direction... If possible, I also hope to use some more positive emotions, but unfortunately, I am an undead, this is the only one I can control
Familiar means... So, Terenas Menethil, I need you to stand up and guide the future path for your son and the new king of Lordaeron... I need you, give it to him
New strength is injected into the blank shell."
"I need him to grow up quickly. It doesn't matter what the starting point of greatness is, it's the greatness itself that matters."
"My son, he will eventually destroy your dark empire..."
The undead King Terenas stood up. Aging and weakness had been completely expelled from this body. The gathering of death energy and the transformation of the weak dragon blood, under the hands of Saurfang, had already transformed this body.
The old king regained the bravery of his youth.
He became a warrior again. Although he was not accustomed to this kind of power, it was enough to go on the battlefield.
He turned around and looked at the Dark Blade King and the figures behind him with his brown-grey eyes. Finally, he let out a series of deep laughter.
"Of course, I am willing to join you... I will watch all this in a boring time, I will watch my son grow up slowly, I will watch him make a career, I will watch him.
..Destroy you with my own hands!”
"I...willing to guide him in the initial direction, as you said, hatred!"
Facing this malicious curse, Tyrion smiled unconsciously, and he stretched out his hand towards the king in front of him:
"Then, welcome to join the Council of Forgotten Kings... Say hello to your companions."
