"Reinforcements from Kalimdo have arrived, the whole army retreats! Ready to transfer! Quick!"

The commanders of Emperor Losa conveyed the emperor's orders everywhere on the battlefield under the darkness. Since the Dark Blade Legion sent part of the military force to the remaining fleet of Dailin to resist the reinforcements of Kalimdo, there were also some gaps on the front battlefield, which was the last chance of the already exhausted human soldiers.

On the battlefield of another human transfer point near the North Coast near Whispering Harbor, the battle here was as cruel as the frontal battlefield. The other great knight, Tyrio Fordin, and Alsace Minaihill, who was sent here before the war began.

The reason why Lordaeron's new king stayed on the North Coast was simple. The civilians evacuated from Lordaeron City were here. In his extreme grief, he no longer wanted to lose anything.

After the emperor's messenger arrived here, Fording, the commander of the North Coast battlefield, not only learned about the reason for the retreat, but also learned about the situation on the front battlefield.

"The King of the Dark Blade appeared on the battlefield, and Emperor Losa was dragged down by him!"

The blood-filled Knight lifted the warhammer and shouted to King Lordaeron behind him:

"His Majesty Alsace! Please take the people here, and reinforcements will come to help you evacuate soon... Kurtaz, follow me, we are going to the front battlefield, and some accounts of the Silver Hand and Terion need to be settled!"

After saying that, the Great Knight rushed out of the fort with an angry dwarf Paladin lord, and the last combat-powered and not exhausted Paladin rushed out of the fortress. Arthas watched them chopping and slashing all the way in the undead group. He seemed to follow Fordine to settle the score with Terion, but he couldn't.

Behind him are tens of thousands of people who belong to him, and he cannot leave them behind at this time.

"Sasarien, you bring the guards who can still fight to help the Great Knight!"

At the command of the new king, the young lieutenant nodded immediately and followed the steps of the Great Knight to the front battlefield. Less than 5 minutes after they left, the chief guard Farrick, who was guarding the king, discovered the strangeness of the North Coast battlefield, and he shouted loudly:

"Your Majesty, look over there, the undead are retreating!"

This shout made Alsace, who was tired of resting on the city wall, immediately raised his head. Under the dark night before him, the undead who had originally surrounded the North Coast were indeed slowly retreating, but not completely retreating, because there was a strange legion, and while the other undead retreated, they were moving forward.

The Death Knights riding on the skeleton war horses dressed differently from other undeads. Compared with the orthodox Death Knights, these guys were more like guards of the human kingdom, guarding tightly beside a Death Knight in golden armor.

"The new king Arthas...I'll say goodbye to you."

The golden-armored undead shouted in a hoarse and empty voice:

"Come on, come out and face me."

This sound was not like anyone Alsace had heard. According to the situation at this time, he did not need to go out of the fort to take risks, but deep in his heart, his instinct was urging him to go out of the fort, as if this was an extremely important moment.

Finally, the new king, accompanied by the loyal chief guard, stood at the highest point of the fortress wall. He looked at the figure behind the skeleton war horse wearing golden armor. He frowned and shouted loudly:

"Who are you?"

"Haha, I have a name that you must be very familiar with..."

The golden-armored undead stretched out his hand and slowly took off his helmet dotted with red feathers. At the moment when his thin face appeared, Alsace's fingers placed on the edge of the city wall tightened suddenly, and the solid stones were completely crushed by the huge force bursting between the young king's fingers at this moment.

While he was looking at the dead, the dead were also looking at him. Under the gaze of those dark blue eyes, Alsace couldn't even say a word. Behind him, the loyal guard chief Farrick and Mavien also looked at each other in shock. The two clenched their weapons, but they didn't know whether they should pull them out.

"My name is...Terinas Minaishire, I am one of the kings to be forgotten..."

The Lord of Death Terinas waved his hand, and the royal guards who were as loyal as they were after death, slowly retreated. Terinas turned over and dismounted, reached out to take the golden sword handed over by the guard, and he raised his head and looked at the new king on the city wall, as if he had ever been, waved to him:

"Come on, Lordaeron's new king, this is the internal affairs of the Minaishire family... Let's solve it in the way the family inherits."

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"The frontal battlefield is right in front of you. Can Kurtaz still hold on?"

The great knight Fording, who was riding on the war horse, looked back at the dwarf paladin lord who was following behind him. Kurtaz grabbed his messy beard and said in a low voice:

"Ofding, of course, don't underestimate me. I am a baptized group with you. I am still a powerful dwarf. I am no weaker than you."

"That's good!"

Fording turned his head and took a deep breath, intending to rush into the front battlefield all the way, but just as they crossed the mountains between the two coasts, on the way to the battlefield in front of them, a dead, fully armed legion happened to be blocking them.

"Understanding"

As the war horses neighed, this fast-paced paladin team had to stop because there were too many enemies in front of them.

"Bang"

The heavy warhammer collided with the battle axe, and a small but solid figure walked out of the guards of the Death Knights. He rode behind a specially summoned death war sheep, which was covered with solid armor, and on that armor, the history of the dwarves was engraved, which were a series of micro-carved murals and legendary epics about the King of the Mountains.

This is obviously from the hands of the top forging masters.

The moment he saw the low figure on the battle sheep, the dwarf Paladin Lord Kurtaz exclaimed:

"The forged hammer is on...Magney!"

"Bang"

Another clash of warhammers and battle axes. This time Fording clearly saw the sparks and lightning generated by the collision between the two weapons. In front of him, the king of the bronze bearded dwarf was wearing black armor cast by himself, and on his shoulders were also wearing hideous shoulder armor embellished with ram heads. He did not wear a helmet, but the golden hair had completely turned into dark gold, and the beard was the same.

"This is a battle between dwarves...human, get out!"

Magni was not in the mood to say too much to the living, on the one hand, because of the instinctive disgust of the dead like him, and on the other hand, he had to fulfill the orders given to him by Terion so that the King of the Dark Blades would fulfill his own promise.

Magni knew very well that whether the promise could be fulfilled was extremely important to the creatures surviving in the northern border, but any important and sacred mission must have victims.

"Fudin, take the knights away! Go to support Lothar."

Kurtaz took off his warhammer from behind, and he shouted loudly without looking back:

"Dwarves, fellows, it's time to prove their courage...you all know Magnie, he suffered a terrible fate, it's time to free him..."

"Charge! For Kazmodan!"

The old dwarf Kurtaz roared, and the war sheep under his crotch did not sound, lowered his head and collided with Magni opposite. The latter also grabbed his weapon and used a unique violent aura of the dwarf to control the war sheep and crashed into Kurtaz without dodging. Behind both, there were dwarves rushing out of the positions of both sides, one side was noisy and the other was silent.

But in terms of quantity, the number of dead dwarves in Commander Magni is much larger than that of Kurtaz's Dwarf Paladins.

"Clang"

The two-handed warhammer shining with holy light and the one-handed weapon wrapped in death energy crashed into the waves of energy between the interlaced, and Kurtaz's heroic voice rang in the ears of Fording, who had clamped the weapon tightly and the remaining Paladins:

"Go and help Losa!"

"This is my destiny...let me face it alone!"

"Don't underestimate me...Old Fording!"

"Bang"

The scorching and dazzling holy light burst out on Kurtaz's short body. He roared, like a crazy fighter, and jumped up from the war sheep with a war hammer, and rushed Magnie on the opposite side from the war sheep. The two shorts wrestled together. Although it looked funny, the aftermath of energy that erupted from the battlefield between the two people was completely unhappy.

"We... let's go!"

Fording gritted his teeth, he finally looked back at the battlefield where light and shadows were intertwined behind him, and led the remaining paladins to cross the defense line of the dwarf death knights and continued to rush towards the front battlefield. When Lieutenant Sasarien left the battlefield, he looked back at Kurtaz who was fighting with Magni. Finally, the young man with blood shouted loudly:

"Don't die! Old short man, after the war... I'll treat you to drink!"

After the last paladin left, Kurtas waved the war hammer and with a roar, he repelled the death lord Magni for dozens of steps. He panted and leaned on the war hammer, untied a small wine pot from his waist, poured it into one bite, and then threw the wine pot aside. He wiped his beard and smiled at the death lord in front of him.

"Hear? Magney, someone wants to invite me to drink..."

"Wow"

At this moment, the figure of the Dwarf Paladin Lord was wrapped in the extremely rich holy light. He rushed from the ground like a cannonball and smashed hard at the King of Bronzebeards in front of him.

"So, this battle...I can't lose!!!"

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"They should have started fighting."

In the battle between the living and the dead, both sides were about to shoot the dog's brain, but in another place in the northern border, there was still a scene where the king met the king, but it seemed extremely calm and even with a hint of warmth.

Moaila. Bronzebeard, the princess of the bronze bearded dwarf handed the baby in his arms to the somewhat cramped black iron dwarf in front of him. The princess who always led the bronze beard clan forward with a firm attitude and spirit, his face was full of happiness at this moment.

And beside her, Daglan Sorison, who took off his armor and changed into a robe, clumsily took over the sleeping baby. He tried hard to retract all the energy of death in his body, and gently held his son with his somewhat stiff hands, shaking his body slightly while he was still in place.

Although he was already a dead man, thanks to the "free spirit" of Anbian, even the Black Iron Emperor who refused to obey Terion's orders, has a mansion of his own in the city of Dark Furnace, and some guards who were loyal to the Sorison family. He was completely a free man, but the Black Iron Emperor would almost never make any moves beyond his reach except when he was drunk with blood wine, scold Terion and greet his ancestors.

The Sorison family had nothing, so Daglan would do anything to protect the things he still had, and for this he was even willing to crawl before the throne of his enemies.

"It's so cute. Look at his eyes, it looks like you."

Emperor Sorison seemed to have seen the most beautiful treasure he had dug in his life, and he whispered in a hoarse voice:

"Look at this wrist, it looks like me."

He hugged his son tightly, then raised his head and looked at his long-lost wife, Moaila was also watching him. The two of them didn't say anything, but at this moment, the gap between the living and the dead had been completely smoothed out, although the dead had no tears.

"Dagran, let's go with me... We're going to Northrend to start a new life, and you said, as long as you don't do anything to betrayal, Terion won't..."

"No, no! My dear love, I'm sorry, I can't walk you through the next path."

Sorison reluctantly handed his blood to his wife. He left a kiss on Mo'era's forehead with his cold lips, and then took a step back. In the most secret jungle in Hinterland, the Black Iron Death Lord, forgetting the last member of the kings, carefully took out two small bottles, one red and one green, from his bag in his arms, and handed the warm and peaceful potion to Mo'era.

"I used it to exchange my freedom after death... From then on, I will become Terion's lackey..."

"But it is worth it. Your and my son inherited the sacred blood of bronze beard and black iron. After all, he became the next king of the mountain! I exchanged everything for our children for the future."

"The blood of the Dragon King and the juice of life, with them, my son will eventually become the king of all dwarves!"

"This little guy will glorify his father, his mother, his blood and mission... Let's go, Moaila, and leave this land that is about to be ruled by the dead... Don't worry about me, my wife, my beloved, Daglan Sorison's heart is cold, it has burned for you."

"Let's go, let's go! Never look back..."
Chapter completed!