When the news reached the capitals of the remaining five human kingdoms, all the kings' heads tightened, and a feeling of confusion came over them.
When King Terenas issued an invitation to discuss, the responses from various countries were quite inconsistent.
At first, it was mostly in a state of chaos, and few big bosses believed in the so-called orc attack.
Terenas was the first one to be awakened, and then the Kingdom of Stromgard responded to Lothar's call. Thoras Trollbane discovered that the dwarves south of the Sador Bridge had evacuated, and then a lot of green
When Pi Sha came, he organized a force and tried to cross the other side to help the dwarves.
Unfortunately, this force, which consisted of 200 knights, 1,000 professional soldiers, and more than 3,000 militiamen, was defeated by the violent orc army in a field battle not long after crossing the river.
The worst thing is that the defeated troops also attracted the orcs, who in turn occupied the bridge.
Those who woke up next were Antonidas, Speaker of the Kirin Tor Council in Dalaran, and Daelin Proudmoore, King of the Sea Kingdom of Kul Tiras. The former sent Kai Zi to understand the situation from McDonken, and the latter directly
Participated in the evacuation of soldiers and civilians from Stormwind City.
Without the help of the Kul Tiran Third Fleet, how could the 30 ships in Mai's hands have the ability to evacuate 100,000 soldiers and civilians?
On the big ship, Crown Prince Derek of Kul Tiras patted Lothar on the shoulder: "I'm sorry, Kul Tiras can't help with refugee resettlement."
Lothar hugged the blond and bearded prince: "No, Kul Tiras has done enough. Next, it is the matter of all mankind."
"My father will come to Lordaeron as soon as possible."
Although some storm refugees were stranded on the southern coast of the Northern Continent, in the town of Nanhai in the Hillsbrad Hills, Lothar made the fleet make a large circle and arrived at the northern coast that had just been developed by Macdonken.
When they first approached, the fleet also sounded the alarm, because the lookout saw the green-skinned figure on the shore, but it was later discovered that it was a false alarm.
A large number of human overseers are supervising the orc slaves, carrying large stones, and building the dock at full speed.
This style of painting makes Lothar and other defeated generals feel quite inconsistent.
What can Lothar say? Some of the orc laborers here were captured and sold by his men.
In front of us, 18 stone piers, like 18 parallel lines, extend from the coast to the deep water area one hundred meters away from the shore.
If you look down from a high altitude, you will find that these docks are as neat as a comb.
Even the largest battleship in Kul Tiras, with a displacement of 2,000 tons, can easily dock on it.
The fifteen-meter-wide pier is paved very smoothly, so running a horse-drawn carriage is no problem.
As soon as he got off the ship, Lothar couldn't help but wonder, if the port in Stormwind City was better, would more people be able to evacuate safely?
Looking at the figure waiting at the pier, Lothar couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. His old friend Alonsos Faol, along with several of his mighty disciples, and a group that should be the Duke of Stratholme, were already waiting.
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Lothar patted the little king next to him: "Varian, let's go down, remember, we can't lose the name of the Wrynn family!"
The young prince wiped his red eyes and nodded: "Yes."
McDonald looked at Varian who looked like bean sprouts and couldn't help but sigh with emotion - if the Dreadlord came to fool Varian, would it be more effective?
Here, Bovar is an old friend, and he formally introduces everyone on both sides.
Anduin Lothar met the rumored Duke of Stratholme for the first time. Despite repeated psychological preparations, he still felt that Macdonald was too young.
With refreshing black hair, a fairly handsome face with a somewhat mysterious smile, and a pair of deep black eyes, he felt as if his past and future had been seen through.
For some reason, McDonald reminded Lothar of the old Medivh.
The key is that McDonald is too thin, weighing around 130 pounds by visual inspection. With his height of over 1.8 meters, it always feels like he can be blown away by a gust of wind.
But the faint overflowing mature and chilling aura made Lothar know that the other party must have seen blood.
Here, McDonald's was a little disappointed with Lothar. Lothar's facial features were nothing to say. His perseverance was very manly, but what did the faint white light above his head mean?
It really makes the sand sculpture players go bald!?
"Welcome, Your Majesty Wrynn, Commander-in-Chief Lothar." McDonald's appearance was perfect. He opened his arms. Of course, he didn't expect King Xiao Wa to pounce on him.
"Hello, His Excellency the Duke of Stratholme." Varian nodded politely.
"Thank you for your long-term support!" Lothar hugged McDonald enthusiastically.
"Kara!" Don't get me wrong, this is Mai's auditory hallucination. In his embarrassing imagination, the sternum of his fake macho man has been crushed by the muscles of a real macho man.
Let go of the hug.
Varian looked like he was about to cry at any moment, but he held it back: "Your Excellency Stratholme, I don't understand the military aspect. I have given full authority to Uncle Anduin Lothar."
"I understand." McDonald nodded.
Lothar took a deep breath: "I know the next words are very rude. Rather than being polite, I am more concerned about how the people of Storm will be settled, and are the six human nations ready for a full-scale war?"
"As for the second question, I can only say that Lordaeron's preparations for war are at best 50% complete, Dalaran maybe 40%, and other countries are in a mess."
Lothar felt sad that the war mobilization ability of this era was indeed appalling. From the time he first asked for help from the Six Nations to when King Terenas finally announced his preparations for war, he had to prepare for war for a full three months before he was so virtuous.
well!
"As for the first question..." McDonald snapped his fingers, and Baron Serijek waved his hand. From the warehouse opposite the dock, a group of cooks pulled out a cart.
There are piles of black bread on top, as well as pots of steaming broth. Vegetable leaves, seaweed, and shredded meat are spread all over the soup noodles.
This easily whets the appetite of the refugees.
In order to board the ship, the soldiers abandoned their armor and swords, and the people abandoned almost all their belongings. Many people shivered and wore a single coat just as winter began.
During these days on the boat, they only had minimal access to water and food.
Now it looks like they are just a bunch of beggars.
When they learned that they could eat and drink at will, a burst of cheers broke out on the spot.
Two hours later, after more than 60,000 refugees and more than 10,000 soldiers had eaten and drank, they saw McDonald standing on the high platform.
He held a big loudspeaker, and then, it was a sound comparable to "Bear-breaking Roar".
"Friends from the Kingdom of Stormwind, I'm sorry to tell you that this is your last free lunch!"
"Ah!" There was a commotion below. A large number of people finally calmed down under the shouts and curses of Stratholme's soldiers.
McDonald continued loudly: "There is no territory or country in this world that can support a hundred thousand trash!"
Immediately, a large number of people opposed it.
"We are not trash!"
"Give me a sword and I will kill the orcs!"
No one expected that McDonald pointed at a young man in the front who was only fourteen or five years old at most and didn't even have a beard: "Then prove it to me!"
The next second, an attendant threw a sword to the young soldier.
What's even more exaggerated is that within a few moments, several strong men pulled out a struggling orc.
The eyes of everyone in Stormwind Kingdom were red.
"Ahhhhh--" The young soldier got excited, picked up his sword, and rushed over without hesitation. He even withstood the terrifying roar and stabbed the orc warrior who had just been released.
A pretty desperate sword.
But lack of skills!
This sword pierced the opponent's arm, causing damage but not fatal.
Seeing that the next moment he was about to be hit in the head by the orc's counterattack, at this critical moment, a figure rushed over like lightning. Before everyone could react, they heard a gunshot.
"Bang!"
The orc's head turned into a rotten watermelon, and the brains and blood spattered three meters away.
Only then did everyone see that the rescuer was actually McDonald who was on the high platform just now.
McDonald brought the boy who was still in a daze to the stage, smiled and said loudly:
"Very good! Very energetic! Boy, what's your name?"
"Regina...Regina Windsor!" the young man said timidly.
"Well……"
Damn it, I can make a future marshal of the Storm Kingdom with just a few clicks? What kind of luck is this!
By the way, does this differ from history?
Here, the drama must go on.
"Very good! Mr. Windsor, you let me really feel the uncool blood in Storm Man's chest. Then I will tell you, what kind of fate will you have -"
Everyone couldn't help but pricked up their ears.
"No one will give unlimited food to a group of wastes! But you can use your own hands to survive and earn back your own dignity."
"Soldiers will help train our colleagues in Lordaeron to fight the orcs again in the near future and take back your homeland. Men who cannot go to the battlefield will become craftsmen, grooms, farmers, and overseers. Women will become armorers.
, and become a strong supporter of anything that can lead to the final victory of this war."
"Yes! This is your fate as Avengers!"
"Before the day comes when the Storm King's banner is once again planted on the top of Stormwind City, work hard! Stormtroopers! Lordaeron is with you!"
Seeing McDonald's raised fist, the defeated soldiers and refugees, who were extremely excited, waved their arms and screamed.
"Oooo!"
"Long live the Kingdom of Stormwind!"
"Long live the Kingdom of Lordaeron!"
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Listening to the roaring sound like a tsunami, Varian showed an envious expression, and Lothar was also in a surging mood.
Only Bolvar was stupid - wait a minute! Isn't McDonald the Duke of Lordaeron? Why do you feel so damn like the King of Storms?
