The disaster that happened to the Kaldorei night elves in the summer and autumn of 2017 directly shocked the entire Kalimdor, especially those who had spent several years adapting to the environment of the Kalimdor continent.
of the human empire.
At this time, more than five years have passed since the tragic Battle of Northern Xinjiang. The five vassal countries of the entire human empire have almost come out of that nightmare of almost annihilation. But just when they were about to raise their heads and start
When it came to truly new life, the Dark Blade Undead destroyed the most important pillar of the Kaldorei civilization, which they considered to be extremely powerful, overnight.
It's as easy as the night of the Battle of Whispering Harbor...no, even easier than the defeat of human civilization.
When the news was transmitted back to the empire through the human empire's legions stationed in Felwood, the people's livelihood was in an uproar. On this day, humans once again remembered the fear of being wantonly dominated by the undead.
The tragic experience of the night elves awakened the beautiful illusions of those people who were immersed in their new life. After the empire moved to the continent of Kalimdor, the undead were not powerless to pursue humans. The reason why they did not do so was probably just because of Lothar.
The emperor's plea before his death was not a sign of fate favoring the empire. The reason why human civilization still exists today is purely because of the great sacrifice of a great man.
But the undead will not always remember Lothar's request. One day, they will restart the war that envelopes human civilization. By that time... who can save them?
Do they have to expect another Lothar to appear?
In just a few days, the ministers of the five kingdoms of the human empire have dug out the long-awaited military expansion plans, and the generals have been frantically advocating the theory of the undead threat in order to gain more say in the entire human race.
Civilizations are like ants in a hot pot. They sense the threat, begin to prepare to accumulate strength, and use all means to protect themselves from the threat of the terrible shadow.
However, in the eyes of truly discerning people, these messy proposals are meaningless besides wasting national resources...
"Duh"
The seal of the Wrynn family, which represents the royal authority of the Storm King, was stamped on a newly written decree. Varian Wrynn, who was sitting in the office, looked at the brief decree in front of him and the person under the decree.
A bright red seal, a cold light flashed through his narrowed eyes, but it was fleeting.
The Storm King raised his head and looked at the chamberlain minister Reginald Windsor who was sitting in a wheelchair in front of him. This former old marshal seemed to have lost all his edge over time. A few months ago, he
He was transferred to Wrynn's chamberlain and was in charge of all affairs in the palace. He wore a well-tailored black uniform and his white hair was styled into a soldier-like short hair. He looked energetic and wore a monocle.
They are no different from the butlers of great noble houses.
"Sir Windsor, are you ready?"
Facing Wrynn's unanswered question, the chamberlain minister nodded. He played with the black cane in his hand and said softly:
"Duke Aberlock is a great nobleman who understands justice. After I talked to him several times, he has made a wise choice. He will stand on our side, and in exchange, after the new political system is determined,
Lord Aberlock will become the prime minister of our country... He will be responsible for establishing the first governing cabinet. Considering Duke Aberlock's ability to govern, I think this is a very appropriate price."
"Of course, we have to guarantee His Excellency the Duke's private property and three estates, as well as retain his honorary title and a hereditary and irreplaceable senatorial qualification in the Senate."
"Um."
Wrynn did not comment on this matter. He just nodded slightly, then looked at Windsor, waiting for the next words of the minister who was deeply trusted by him.
"The Archbishop of Chaldea did not make too many demands, but he was resistant to the matter of opening up his faith. Of course, considering that the Archbishop of Chaldea is a sincere believer in the Holy Light, his persistence is understandable. According to
Our agreement with the church is that part of the church's religious property will be properly reserved, and the rest will be assigned to the state. The first areas to open faith are designated as the four southern counties. This is the last insistence of His Excellency Chaldea.
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"Countess Prestor did not make too many demands. She said that she and her black dragon will stand firmly on your side. Of course, she also hopes that the black dragon can officially become a part of the Kingdom of Storm after this reform.
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"Finally, there are our pioneer knights. For more than a year, we have never lost contact with them. Although a small number of pioneer knights have unfortunately fallen into the sugar-coated trap of those nobles, it is worth being happy.
What is true is that the vast majority of pioneer knights stick to the oaths they swore. I believe that as long as you give the order, they will respond to your call in various regions."
Windsor finished speaking. In front of him, Storm King Varian crossed his fingers and propped up his chin. His black eyes flashed with thoughts of thought from time to time. After nearly ten minutes of silence, Varian
An finally raised his head, looked at Windsor in front of him, and handed him the brief decree in his hand.
"Then, go and print it, Lord Windsor. In five days, I will have this decree, which represents the coming of a new era, posted in every town in the Kingdom of Stormwind! I will let the people hear my voice again.
.Send a message to the Countess and Duke Aberlock. I need their strength to help me stabilize the 7 counties in the south of the kingdom. As for the 5 counties in the north and the royal capital..."
Varian reached out and took down the alien sword from the sword stand next to him. The moment the War Destroyer fell into his hands, blue and white thunder and fire splashed out, completely illuminating Varian's cold face.
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"I'll do it myself!"
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"Dear Lady Tyrande, on behalf of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, as well as my brother His Majesty Arthas and Queen Jaina, I would like to express my deep condolences to you and your country for the disaster they have suffered."
The envoy of the Royal Palace of Lordaeron, the elder sister of Arthas, the eldest princess Calia Menethil was sitting on a chair in the rebuilt Temple of the Moon, talking to Ms. Tyrande in front of her, and behind her there were others from
Envoys from other kingdoms in the human empire, and even the orcs who had never dealt with the elves, also sent a shaman as a symbol.
The weirdest thing is a goblin businessman standing among the envoys, wearing a small dress. He is the envoy of the Steamwheedle Consortium...and the commercial ambassador.
These envoys brought comfort from other kingdoms. Of course, they also brought some supplies that the night elves urgently needed. In the name of the empire, the human kingdoms sent enough food for the night elves to use for several months, while the orcs sent
They bought a lot of meat, the Holy Light Church sent some healing herbs and holy water, the tauren sent a batch of cloth, and the high elves sent precious magic materials.
What the goblins brought was a trade agreement. As long as the night elves signed it, the Steamwheedle Consortium promised to meet all the material needs of the night elves in the next five years. The price was to open the entire Felwood Forest and Ashenvale to the goblins.
Mineral resources, at least these greedy goblins still retained the last of their sense and did not write down the mineral needs of Mount Hyjal, otherwise the goblin ambassador would not even be able to enter the gate of the Temple of the Moon.
"Thank you, friends."
The tired Tyrande cheered up. She reached out and took the hand of Princess Calia, who had the highest status among the envoys. She reluctantly smiled and said:
"Only a true disaster can make it clear who your true friends are. The Kaldorei will never forget your kindness."
The newly born Night Warriors watched the expressions and eyes of the envoys in front of them. Tyrande knew very well that these ambassadors of different races came to Mount Hyjal for more than just condolences. After thinking for a moment, Tyrande
De took a deep breath, stood up, looked at the envoys representing various forces in front of her, pursed her lips, and said in a deep voice:
"Everyone, the night elf civilization has undergone a great change. The ferocious Naga and the vicious undead have destroyed everything we have. This is a very sad thing, but it also makes the Kaldorei see clearly.
As the world changes in the next few years, the Kaldorei will no longer be able to isolate themselves..."
"We will rejoin the environment of Kalimdor as a united nation...perhaps we will become true allies in the future."
"Now, the Kaldorei must gather all their strength to rebuild our home in Mount Hyjal and reshape the environment of Darkshore. Therefore, I hereby declare..."
Tyrande's voice rose a few degrees, and everyone's eyes were focused on him. The Night Warrior first looked at the tauren envoy standing in the crowd, the Arch Druid Hamuul Rune Totem. She
Speaking of:
"The night elves will give up their claim to the elven ruins of Desolace, and we will evacuate all warriors within one month. If the tauren are willing to take over the outposts we left, then I and the entire Kaldorei are happy to cooperate with us.
Tauren sign a memorandum."
"Of course we do!"
Hearing what Tyrande said, Hamuul did not hesitate at all. He took a step forward. The honest-looking tauren shook his tail and said in a deep voice:
"On behalf of Kane, I hereby announce that we are willing to take over the Kaldorei's claim to Desolace. Of course, the Bloodhoof Tauren will truly stand together with the night elves from now on... We will become allies!"
"Very well, say hello to Chief Kane for me. I will wait for his arrival at Mount Hyjal."
Tyrande nodded reservedly toward Hamuul, and then turned her gaze to the envoy of the high elves, the ranger lord Vereesa of the Windrunner family. Windrunner, she looked at this beautiful one with long silver hair.
High Elf Ranger, she whispered:
"The Kaldorei's Feathermoon Fortress in the Wilds of Feralas will remain, which is the forefront of the long-term battle between the Kaldorei and the Abyssal Nagas, but other than that, the Kaldorei's claim to the Wilds of Feralas will remain.
I will also take it back in the near future. If His Majesty Kael'thas is willing, I will also wait for him at Mount Hyjal to sign the memorandum between the two clans."
"I know that I had a small "ideational conflict" with His Majesty Dath'Rema back then, but I don't want the hostility between the two races to continue... After all, now we have a common enemy!"
"I will tell His Majesty Kael'thas truthfully!"
Vereesa is no longer the reckless little girl she used to be. She said to Tyrande seriously:
"Before that, on behalf of my country and people, I would like to respond to your goodwill. The high elves are willing to become friends with the night elves again. After all, our blood comes from the same source."
"Um"
Tyrande nodded and focused her gaze on the orc shaman. She said in a gentle tone:
"As for the dispute between the night elves and the orcs in Ashenvale and the ruins of Azshara, I think the two tribes can also be resolved through a peace agreement. What do you think? Rhaegar Shaman?"
"Of course! Chief Thrall has always been seeking the peaceful development of the orcs..."
The sturdy orc shaman Regar stood up and bowed slightly to Tyrande:
"We are very happy to see that the night elves are finally willing to sit at the negotiating table. You are indeed a wise leader."
Tyrande was a little indifferent to the orc's expression. She just nodded slightly, and then turned her gaze to the scratching goblin businessman. Tyrande didn't have much kindness towards these greedy green-skinned little men, but considering
With the current situation in the Kaldorei, she was willing to talk to these goblins who smelled like copper.
"Finally it's you, goblins!"
The Dark Night Warrior looked at the philistine goblin businessman rubbing his hands, and she said in a deep voice:
"Ashenvale and Felwood are where the night elves live. I will not open the mines here to you... But outside the Sea of Mists, there are several islands under our control. According to our exploration
, there are also rich mineral resources on that island, as well as the black coast that has been flooded by the tide. Therefore, if the Hot Sand Consortium can transport enough materials for the elves to rebuild their homeland within three months..."
"We will!"
Before Tyrande could finish speaking, the excited goblin said in a sharp voice:
"The Steamwheedle Consortium will meet all the needs of its customers. The Trade Prince will definitely agree to trade with the night elves. In fact, if you can allow us to open a business store in the rebuilt Auberdine Port in the future and have a completely free monopoly on the Dark Coast
If we have trade rights, we are even willing to provide this batch of materials to help our elven friends rebuild their cities for free!"
"Of course, we must sign a legally binding contract in the name of you and the Moon Temple!"
The philistine style of the goblins made Tyrande a little unhappy, but in the end, the Night Warrior looked back at the moon sculpture that was being recarved behind him. The originally gentle sculpture would be recarved into the form of a mighty Night Warrior.
, after a moment of silence, Tyrande turned back and looked at the goblin, she nodded:
