Terenas is now preoccupied with thinking about how to annex the weakened Kingdom of Stromgard and once again expand the territory of Lordaeron, and seems completely unaware of the growing internal turmoil in the large Kingdom of Lordaeron.
Or maybe he noticed it and just wanted to use external war to divert internal conflicts.
No matter what Terenas thinks, Quel'Thalas has no obligation to coddle him.
Since Garin killed his father and came to power, the cooperation between Quel'Thalas and Stromgarde has become much colder.
But no matter what, the commercial ties between the two countries have never been broken.
Garin was indeed stupid and bad, but at least he knew that his luxurious life needed money to maintain, and he did not use any crooked ideas on trade with Quel'Thalas.
After all, with the monstrous appearance of the Kingdom of Stromgard, there are only a handful of countries that are still willing to cooperate with them.
Eversong Forest is far away from the Arathi Highlands. Taking the land route requires passing through the territories of Lordaeron and Gilneas. It is obviously unrealistic to send troops to help from the land.
The navy can bypass Tirisfal Glades, Silverpine Forest and Hillsbrad Hills and directly reach the bay area southwest of Arathi.
Unfortunately, the ship purchase agreement between Quel'Thalas and Kul Tiras has not yet been officially signed, and now Quel'Thalas simply cannot afford a decent navy to rush to the Arathi Highlands for reinforcements.
Kael'thas wanted the Kingdom of Stromgard to maintain its current independence and not be annexed by the ambitious Lordaeron. Under the premise that he could not send troops, he could only think of other ways.
Lordaeron has been acting rebelliously over the years, and has offended not only one or two countries, but also few countries in the entire Eastern Kingdom that look down upon them.
Sharlayan also sent a series of suggestions along with the information. He planned to squeeze Lordaeron from all aspects such as diplomacy, politics, economy, and military (non-national military power). In short, do whatever makes you feel uncomfortable.
Sharlayan also doesn't want to waste time and energy on Azeroth's internal strife.
But the tree wanted to be still but the wind didn't stop. Dominated by the obsession of human unity, Terenas was already a little dazed.
As he grows older, Terenas' mentality becomes more and more impatient, and he is no longer the far-sighted leader of the alliance before.
When Demetrius Sun took the order and began to rush to produce the first issue of the Silver Moon Weekly Report, the member states of the Alliance, which were still nominally dominated by Lordaeron, spoke out one after another.
The hot-tempered Falstad Wildhammer bluntly asked Terenas why he suddenly mobilized troops to Hillsbrad without even saying hello, causing some panic in the Eyrie Mountain next door.
Immediately afterwards, Dalaran also accused Lordaeron of driving the army to the city of Dalaran.
Although this army is nominally here to welcome Prince Arthas, all fools know that this is an opportunity for Terenas to show off his muscles to Dalaran.
Thanks to the diplomatic efforts of Quel'Thalas, Khaz Modan and Gnomeregan also spoke one after another, expressing concern and worry about Lordaeron sending troops to the Arathi Highlands in the name of aiding its "allies."
Ally? Who the hell is your ally? You think everyone is a fool, right?
Stromgarde withdrew from the Alliance along with Gilneas not long after the Second Orc War.
The person who forced them to withdraw from the alliance happened to be Terenas himself. Who do you, a shameless self-confessed ally, plan to tell?
Kul Tiras had just finished its naval battle with Zandalari, and Terenas fully thought that Daelin would pretend not to see it, allowing his country to recover and consolidate the gains of the naval battle.
But Dai Lin, a very smart king, just didn't play his cards according to common sense.
He still remembers Lordaeron's act of forcibly letting the orcs go and establishing a shelter despite the opposition of other countries.
Daelin's eldest son, Crown Prince of Kul Tiras, Drake, died at the hands of the orcs. He and the orcs have an everlasting grudge.
Who dares to speak for the orcs? I, Dai Lin, will teach you how to behave in minutes.
Daelin thought that he was a man who kept his word. He resolutely withdrew from the alliance because of Terenas' arbitrary actions.
At this moment, Terenas dared to shamelessly claim to be an ally of Stromgarde. Daelin, who had no mercy in his eyes, made it clear directly and mercilessly, accusing Terenas of doing this to annex Stromgard.
Mgad.
Kyrgyz, who had been hiding in his one-third-acre land building a wall, also learned the news.
Ouch, if you tell me this, I won’t feel sleepy anymore.
Out of resentment towards Terenas, King Genn Greymane's real name Daelin's comments were praised.
And the grumpy Jean didn't just pay lip service.
The army of Gilneas once again walked out of the Greymane Wall after many years. The army led by Lord Godfrey was stationed at the junction of Silverpine Forest and Hillsbrad, looking like it could stab the Lordaeron army in the butt at any time.
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Terenas finally had a good sleep yesterday, but when he woke up early in the morning, he suddenly found that his country seemed to be suddenly the enemy of the whole world.
Only the Kingdom of Storm, far to the south of the continent, seems to have never heard of this incident and has remained silent, neither supporting nor opposing it.
At this time, the two armies of Lordaeron happened to meet up in the town of Tarren Mill.
Saidan Dathrohan originally planned to march all the way to Thoradin's Wall, but the sudden international pressure made it difficult for him to do so. He could only temporarily stop in Tarren Mill and wait for Terenas' follow-up orders.
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On the outskirts of the Royal City of Lordaeron, the former Backlight Blade is now a secret base of the Defense Intelligence Agency.
Onyxia is communicating with Quel'Thalas through the mages stationed in the stronghold.
"So, what do you say now? Should I go back alone or take the loot with me?"
The mage who stayed behind at his base handed Onyxia the latest note he received.
The Black Dragon Princess could recognize at a glance that the handwriting on the paper was Sarlayan's.
"Bring it back together, just in time to leave a shadow for them."
"okay!"
Onyxia turned her head and looked at the temporary prison. The Dreadlords who had been beaten into pig heads were still lying unconscious on the ground.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "One thing to say, this contact method of passing notes is still not convenient enough, can't it be improved?"
The female mage in the stronghold spread her hands helplessly: "Technological innovation cannot be achieved by just patting the head. Being able to transmit messages remotely and in real time like this is already a big progress."
Onyxia curled her lips: "Forget it, I'll go back to find Sharlayan and ask... Anyway, you have worked hard during this period, please help me open the door at the end."
"no problem."
The female mage waved her hand and opened a small portal leading to Silvermoon City.
"Miss Special Envoy, please send our regards to Lord Sarlayan for us."
In order to deal with the unexpected incident of Lordaeron sending troops to the Arathi Highlands, Sarlayan temporarily handed over the affairs of the territory to his secretaries Stella Gosa and Tina Gosa, and came to Silvermoon City with Valeela early this morning.
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Under Sarlayan's instructions, the first issue of Silver Moon Weekly, which had been finalized and printed, deliberately left a blank space on the front page.
Onyxia had just walked out of the portal, and before she could clearly see the scene in front of her, she was hit by a flash of white light that made her eyes ache.
"Ouch! What the hell?!"
"Don't get excited, it's me."
Hearing the familiar voice, the annoyed Onyxia hurriedly suppressed her soaring anger.
"What's going on? What is this dazzling white light?"
Sarlayan shrugged: "The new thing, I named it Arcane Image."
After a little explanation, Sarlayan no longer paid attention to Onyxia, and instead started discussing with the people around him.
After several seconds, Onyxia, whose eyes were blinded by the flash, regained her composure and opened her eyes.
Sarlayan had no time to pay attention to her at the moment, and was communicating with several other elves around him.
Valeela walked up to her and patted her on the shoulder: "Are you scared? This is not against you, I just want to leave a shadow for these three big bats."
Following Valeera's finger, Onyxia saw a stack of "portraits" placed on the table in front of Sarlayan.
"This is?"
These lifelike "portraits" don't look like they were drawn by human hands at all. The faces of the three Dread Lords are clearly printed on them, and the names they used when they were lurking in the Kingdom of Lordaeron are also plastered on the chest of each big bat.
Valeera: "Arcane Recording, a new technology that Sarlayan and a group of mages have just tinkered with a few days ago, can record scenes within a certain range in real time."
Sarlayan looked at the slightly blurry photo and nodded with satisfaction: "It's not perfect, but at least it's usable."
"Immediately start a large number of reproductions to ensure that every Silver Month weekly newspaper can have a photo posted on it."
"Cost? Don't worry about the cost for now. Let's get this shot off first."
"As long as Silver Moon Weekly can gain a foothold through this matter, the subsequent revenue will be far beyond the cost of this photo."