In the garden on the upper level of the Dark Temple, Alleria was wearing a homely robe, and like a real mistress, she was tidying up her favorite flowers. Under her care, this once small flower garden became
Now it has become very prosperous.
With the help of those artistic ghosts, this garden was designed into a unique style. Walking in it is like walking in a real flower forest, surrounded by the life given by the Wither Druids.
After the soil was transplanted, the garden was filled with a natural atmosphere.
The Blood Mistress held a pair of small scissors and sat on a bench in the garden, carefully trimming the white rose in front of her. It was Tyrion's favorite flower and Alleria's treasure.
Next to Lelia, stood a lady in a white dress. She was a human being with a thin veil and long black hair scattered on her back. Just from the back, she looked very gentle and full of energy.
Everyone has a ladylike temperament.
Facing Alleria's inquiry, the mysterious lady shook her head. She handed the kettle to Alleria, and then said softly:
"So what if we meet each other? He is no longer who he was before, and I am no longer who I was before."
"But you should know very well that Varian has been missing you."
Alleria stood up, holding a kettle in her hand, and sprinkled water on the flowers, just like a best friend, she persuaded:
"My Tiffany, I know that you are blaming us. You feel that we have turned you into a monster, but I believe that Varian will not care about this... You have also seen his efforts. He was once so...
The delicate big man, in order to take you and Anduin away from us, he turned himself into the most terrifying beast."
"You should go see him! Even if it's just a conversation or a meal..."
"I don't blame you, Alleria. After I woke up, I was very aware of my physical condition at that time. If you hadn't used blood magic to help me survive, I might have died long ago... I can't see it with my own eyes anymore.
Seeing my son grow up healthily."
Queen Tiffany, who was wearing tulle, put her hands on her chest, her back turned to her good friend, and there was a hint of gentle sadness in her voice:
"But it's not time yet, Alleria, Varian, my lover has been working hard to save us, and he has come this far. I know what a proud man he is, and he will not accept charity from his enemies.
...If I go to see him now, it will be equivalent to eliminating all the reasons for his hard work. That kind of loss will destroy my husband."
The queen turned back, her blood-red eyes shining with light:
"My husband has been devastated once and he can't handle it a second time."
"But can you bear to watch him challenge Tyrion for you?"
Alleria put the kettle aside, took Tiffany's hand, and asked softly:
"He can't win. Even Lothar failed... My husband is no longer something a mortal can defeat. You shouldn't push Varian to a path of no return. This is very cruel to him."
"No, no, Alleria."
A trace of pride and trust flashed across Tiffany's beautiful face under the tulle, and she said in a deep voice:
"My husband's hard work along the way will never be wasted. He will become a greater person. He will make Andu proud of him. He not only has responsibilities and missions for our mother and son, he also has a kingdom and even an empire."
His fate needs to be shouldered, and Anduin and I will not become a burden to him."
"He will become an emperor, just like his adoptive father, and become the greatest pillar of human civilization! I have already seen that future..."
"The furnace of pain will forge a sharp blade that is unparalleled in the world. Alleria, I just need to wait patiently until the moment this sharp blade is unsheathed. I need to wait patiently."
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In a house at the White Tower Port at the junction of Dustwallow Swamp and Thousand Needles, the leaders of the Human Empire are currently discussing the upcoming barbarian war. The participants are:
Garin Trollbane, King of Stromgard.
King Arthas Menethil of Lordaeron.
King Liam Greymane of Gilneas.
The prince of Kul Tiras, Drake Proudmoore will be crowned king next month.
The Archbishop of Chaldea, the Countess of Prestor, and the Duke of Alberlock, who replaced King Varian Wrynn to rule the Kingdom of Stormwind.
In addition, there were also Archmage Modera, Archmage Ansrem Ruinvivor, and Archmage Jaina who represented Dalaran.
This is the second generation of leaders of the human empire. Their characteristic is that they are basically all princes or princesses, and they are all young. However, they have experienced the transition between the old era and the new era. They have seen the cruelty of war and are not naive.
They believe in world peace, and in the end, they all have irresolvable hatred for the Dark Blade Undead.
Originally, the high knight Uther of the Silver Hand would also attend, but that high knight was seriously injured by Saurfang, the most powerful death lord of the Dark Blade Legion in the previous war, and is still in Dustwallow Swamp.
Rest in Stromgarde and train new paladins.
Among the humans in the hall, there are also a few guys who look very disobedient. They are war observers sent by the tribe. They are all "old friends" of the human leader, Thrall, Vol'jin and the tauren Bain.
Bloodhoof, they will not directly participate in the war, but once these three people believe that the Centaur's war behavior will affect the tribal territory of the Barrens, they also have the right to submit an application to the tribe to participate in the war.
This was simply unimaginable in the days of the old kings. Humans and orcs would immediately fight each other's wits as long as they stood together, but now... to use an old saying... times have changed.
"Intelligence officers have penetrated into the core area of the Centaur tribe. According to the intelligence they sent back, the barbarians are preparing a counterattack. It is obvious that the empire's westward advance has attracted the tension of these barbarians, and they are afraid of us."
According to the temporary boundaries defined by the new leaders, the central part of Thousand Needles will be part of the future territory of the Kingdom of Gilneas, so when the war came, His Majesty Liam seemed very enthusiastic.
The young king has a horrific scar on his chin that mars his handsome face, an injury he suffered during the final undead raid during the Gilnean retreat, and not just him, everyone here
Each king has various scars on his body, representing their past experiences.
Although they are not veterans of hundreds of battles, these young people have all been on the battlefield. In the just-concluded Battle of Northern Xinjiang, each of them felt heavy pressure in their hearts, the pressure given to them by the undead, and the shame.
The feeling of being forced to stay away from their homeland...these emotions echoed in everyone's heart, making these young people somewhat unable to suppress their inner emotions.
Due to the fact that they face the undead across the sea, they now urgently need to release their inner pressure, and those barbarians who are unwilling to give in are obviously a very suitable substitute for war.
In other words, the adult of the Human Empire was beaten to the bone by the ferocious man next door. When he was in a low mood, he encountered a naughty child provoking him... What would happen?
Say no more.
Humanity was indeed beaten badly by the undead, but the number of armies of the four kingdoms after regrouping was still astonishing. Even if some soldiers were reduced due to the need to open up the wilderness, the remaining ones assembled were not even mature civilizations at all.
The barbarians who have no form can resist, and more importantly, the undead have opened the door to a new world for mankind with artillery that spans the ages. Even if it is only a period of reorganization, various countries have begun to change their armaments.
The arms dealers in the Black Iron Zone are happy to see the war happen. The goblins and gnomes have provided enough "high-quality and cheap" arms to the burning human empire, and the human rulers also need a brilliant victory to rebuild their people.
Injecting confidence, under the influence of these factors, almost no dovish voices can be heard in this war planning meeting. Every country and every general is sharpening his sword.
"The Gray Wolf Brigade, which has completed its reloading, has moved into the front line of Thousand Needles Stone Forest. We can launch an attack at any time."
King Liam rubbed the scar on his chin. Between the traces of pain, the cold light in his eyes became stronger and stronger. From the side view, young Liam looked very much like Jean when he was angry.
Very sad for his father who disappeared during the war.
"Stromgard's greatsword knights have also set off from Dustwallow Swamp. We will attack from the south of the Barrens. There are large elevators made by the tauren there. It only takes a few hours for us to get around halfway.
Centaur’s flanks!”
"Kul Tiras does not have many marines to provide you, but as an empire, we will support you with at least 300 naval guns."
"Lordaeron's army has completed its assembly, and we can set off at any time... The soldiers are thirsty for blood, and we cannot stop them from venting their anger. In this battle, the Centaurs must be completely defeated!"
"The priests of the Kingdom of Storm are on standby at any time, and... the Holy Light Church has also prepared secret weapons for this sacred battle, the battle to seize the living space for the people!"
Archbishop Chaldea drew a religious symbol on his chest and said in a deep voice:
"That's another kind of power! It's as powerful as the Holy Light to protect the people!"
Beside him, the indifferent Countess Presto snapped her fingers, and a black shadow flame twined around her fingertips:
"My people have found a new home in Dustwallow Marsh. As long as the empire needs it, the black dragon will also join the war!"
"No, the black dragon is our trump card and cannot be wasted in such a war so easily."
Archmage Modera shook her head. She looked at the other leaders. After hearing about the destruction of Dalaran, the archmage whose hair turned gray overnight whispered thoughtfully:
"This continent is not stable. Everyone, we must ensure that we have the power to make a comeback at critical moments. The power of the black dragon clan is not stable. Their number is too small. The top priority is to let the black dragons thrive... With what we have now
The power is enough to deal with these barbarians."
"Of course, the battle mages of Dalaran will also go out to fight with the imperial soldiers... We have made many wrong decisions before, but we will not do it again..."
"This is good, this is very..."
As His Majesty Alsace spoke, the scene in front of him suddenly shook, as if his entire will was instantly thrown into another world.
There are snowflakes flying all over the sky again, the same dark spire, the same black magic blade. In this dead world, it seems like he is the only one left, walking in the cold snow, his long golden hair in the air.
Flying in the snow, the mysterious voice sounded in his ears again:
"Look! It's just a group of insignificant centaurs, a group of barbarians, bastards far inferior to the Dark Blade, and you still need your loyal soldiers to die. You really failed to be a king, Arthas..."
"Have you not seen your future clearly yet?"
"That great sacrifice will create an eternally glorious human empire, and you... you will be the sword-bearer, ruler, protector and founder of that empire... You long for victory and glory in your heart,
But you don’t want to make even a small sacrifice...You are so naive!”
"Haha, I have shown you the essence of that power, Arthas, you know, you know that is your future."
"Think about your poor father, his suffering soul, and the ravaged homeland... You are trying to defeat a powerful demon, but you don't have the courage to become a demon in your heart...
What do you do to defeat it?"
"You are a boy, but you always want to prove that you are a man... But you are always a child, a child who cannot learn to sacrifice and give up... How pitiful..."
"Well..."
Arthas put his hand on the table and rubbed his forehead with his other hand. His weak look frightened everyone around him. Archmage Jaina hurriedly held the king's arm and asked softly:
"Alsace, are you okay? You have put too much pressure on yourself recently. You need to take a rest."
"No, what I need is... to make... a sacrifice, a little bit."
The young king didn't seem to have woken up from the previous illusion. He said something in a blank voice, but soon he realized that the illusion in his mind was over, and such a scene would appear in every dream recently.
, so much so that Alsace had problems distinguishing between reality and dreams.
He looked at the worry in other people's eyes. Finally, the young king shook his head:
"Okay...it looks like I really need a break..."
"This war will be left to you."
As he spoke, the king turned around and staggered out of the room. Jaina showed an apologetic smile to her brother, and then quickly chased him out.
"Alsace, Alsace! Listen to me, I can't persuade you to forget the past. I know it's not easy, but please have faith. We, I... will always support you behind your back, and we are all paying attention.
Your future, that bright future."
When the young king heard this voice of true love, he sighed, turned around, and held Jaina's wrist tightly. He showed a smile, and there was an inaudible confusion in the depths of his blue eyes.
,he said:
"Don't worry, Anna...I will protect you."
"I have made a decision that I will not let anyone I care about suffer bad luck again, starting from... right now."
