Dawn of Lordaeron

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While Arthas was practicing swordsmanship on the training ground, a royal waiter found him.Arthas put down the training sword, wiped the sweat from his face with a coarse cloth, and replied, "I see, I'll go right away."

Washing his face with clean water, Arthas walked towards the study of his father's office.There was a knock on the door, and his father's strong bass came from inside.

"Please come in."

"Good day, father." Arthas greeted his father, and then noticed the strange man with brown hair sitting on the sofa beside him, "this is this?"

"Let me introduce, this is the envoy of the Kingdom of Stormwind, Duke Bolvar Fortagan."

"It's nice to meet you, Your Highness Arthas." Bolvar smiled and shook hands with Arthas.

Alsace did not expect that it was the Grand Duke of Stormwind who came personally for diplomacy, "Me too, Your Excellency."

"Borval brought Varian's greetings. He congratulates you on becoming a Paladin of the Silver Hand and you have won a beautiful victory in the Troll War." Tenaris looked at his son with kind eyes. "I have almost talked about the Duke of Bourval. He said there is something to tell you."

"Yes, the reason is this: His Majesty Wrynn's son was born, and he invited you to Stormwind City to attend the birth banquet of the little prince." Bolvar took out an invitation and handed it to Arthas. "At the same time, Wu Your Majesty Ryan wants to see you too."

"I'm very happy with this invitation, but..." Arthas looked at his father.

Tenaris understood it and said with a smile: "Just go and participate. Recently, I gave you a long vacation. You will come back after the Winter Veil Festival this year."

"Thank you for your generosity, my dear father," Alsace said to Bolvar after thanking him, "then how long shall we leave?"

"The Mage Tower on the other side of Stormwind City is ready. As long as we dock with Lordaeron, we can set off anytime, anywhere."

"I see. Give me a day and I have to prepare a gift for my little nephew."

"As you wish, Your Highness."

After leaving his father's place, Arthas came to his residence on the side of the palace, and came to his study. As soon as he sat down on the chair, he saw a letter paper on his desk.

Arthas picked up the letterhead, opened it, and began to read the above.

"His Royal Highness, our people have successfully landed in Northrend and started to build camps. As you said, we set up camp on the southern port of the tundra and began to send people to investigate the situation of the'spider'."

There were only a few words in the letter. After Alsace confirmed the [Private Agency] situation in Northrend, he no longer cared too much about the situation in the Far North: He only sent a small team of people, all They are elite stalkers, and each one is an excellent scout.

What they have to do is to report Northrend's situation to themselves on time. He hasn't planned to do anything to the North, otherwise, to get what he wants, he might have to take someone to the top of Icecrown Glacier.

That is too much trouble, and the price is too great.But after several years, Alsace still had the patience to catch this big fish.

As for now, he has to choose gifts for his friends and his son.

Early the next morning, Arthas and Bolvar had already appeared on the tower in the Mage District of Stormwind. Arthas looked at Bolvar's somewhat ugly expression and slowly released his hand on his shoulder. A small stream of holy light.

"Thank you, I feel better." Bovar's blue complexion improved slightly, "I can't stand the dizziness when teleporting."

"You can get used to it after a few more times," Alsace didn't expect the grand duke, who would later become famous, to teleport.

"I think it's unnecessary, I don't want to use it once." A wry smile, Bolvar led Arthas out of the mage tower. He would rather spend time on the boat north to Lordaeron than using this Only connected to the transmission array soon.

"Let's go to Stormwind Fortress first, I think your Majesty is already there waiting for us."

The ancestor of the royal family of Stormwind was the lord of Thoradin the Great. He took part of his subordinates and subjects loyal to him, leaving the north and exploring the south of the mainland, hoping to discover a new place to thrive.

After many obstacles and tribulations, after surmounting countless mountains and passing countless wild lands, they finally found a large piece of livable forest at the southern end of the mainland. So the first batch of residents of Stormwind Kingdom were here. They settled in the forest called "Alvin" and built their capital, Stormwind.Qiushuzhai Chinese www.qiushuzhai.com

But they also encountered problems in this process. To the south of the forest is a large pristine land like a tropical rain forest, where there are a large number of trolls frequenting and even threatening human territory.

Therefore, the first king of Stormwind, who was born in the army, built his capital into a fortress city, and the Stormwind fortress built on the hill was actually his palace.

It is a pity that Stormwind City fell during the first Orc War. No matter how strong the fortress was, it could not withstand the horrible red frenzy of the Orcs. This was also the sign of the end of the first war recorded by historians.

Crazy orcs burned this prosperous capital city on fire, turning it into ruins, in order to avenge the painful price that humans have paid for their desperate resistance.

Now Stormwind City has been rebuilt, even larger than the old Stormwind City, it seems to be a jewel of human civilization at the southern tip of the mainland.

Prince Varian Wrynn, who had fled to the north with General Marshal Anduin Lothar, became Alsace’s childhood friend. Time flies, he used to hold a wooden sword in the training ground of Lordaeron Palace. The two teenagers have changed their identities.

Arthas became the Paladin of the Silver Hand, a hero against the trolls; while Varian returned to Stormwind, wearing a heavy crown, and being crowned as the new King of Stormwind.

Varian, who is a few years older than Arthas, is now married and having children. In order to commemorate Anduin Lothar, who retained Stormwind’s last hope and led mankind to defeat the orcs, he specially gave his son the same as the marshal. name.

——Anduin Wrynn

Walking on the streets of the reconstructed Stormwind City, Alsace always felt that there was a slight sense of decline hidden under the bustling surface. He shook his head: This should not be a manifestation of a new city. Although Stormwind City was rebuilt, it was hidden. The cancer is also resurgence in the ashes.

It is not difficult to see that although the city is new, the streets are new, and the houses are new, Alsace found that most of the people who passed by were not so happy. They seemed to be living in anxiety all day long. In anxiety.

"The situation in Stormwind is not optimistic either." Arthas thought to himself that the situation in Stormwind was much worse than Lordaeron had at the time.

Before reaching the main entrance of Stormwind Fortress, a luxurious carriage marched side by side with their team, the silk curtains were lifted by a white and slender hand, and the beautiful noblewoman smiled at Bovar.

"My dear Grand Duke, I didn't expect such a coincidence to meet you here."

"Good day, Count Prestor," Bolvar burst into a smile on the bitter gourd's face that he had just kept because of the teleportation.

"Oh! I said, you don't need to be so outside, just call me Katrana," the countess's charming voice with a lazy voice can almost make the hearts of ordinary men melt.

It is a pity that although our Grand Duke is strong, he did not jump out of the category of ordinary men. He obviously liked the Countess Katrana Prestor.

Arthas shook his head invisibly, but this can't be all to blame for Bovar—his wife left him shortly after giving birth to a daughter for him (referring to passing away), and the grieving Bovar had to Send his own daughter to the kingdom of Kul Tiras far away from the mainland, so that she will not be affected in the orc war.

After losing a complete family, it is normal for Bolvar to miss the originally happy days. The countess clearly understood what Bolvar needed and easily grasped Bolvar's weakness.

If the countess was really an ordinary human lady, Arthas felt that this was not a big deal at all, but the problem was that she was really not a human being.

I don't know how Bovar's daughter Talia would feel if she knew that her father once wanted to find her a dragon stepmother.

That's right, under Alsace's soul vision, the countess is not a weak human soul, but a powerful dragon soul!This Countess of Prestor is the Dragon King of the Black Dragonflight and the daughter of Nesario, the former guardian of the earth, Onyxia.

She came to Stormwind City, one is to complete the mission that her crazy father gave her, and to destroy the alliance of mankind, and the other is to satisfy her own unique evil taste.

The seduction of a powerful paladin obviously made the black dragon princess very interested. In addition to Boval's desire for this kind of gentleness, she did not even use any seduction magic, just words and deeds, she firmly grasped the big Duke's heart.

Therefore, whoever looks at it will only think that Bovar is a man full of desire for love and tenderness, and will not doubt "Katrana".

"A clever way to play with the nobles of human beings." This is Alsace's evaluation of Onyxia.

In fact, Arthas is also very interested in her-not for her beautiful skin, but for her essence as a black dragon, this is a serious dragon, or a descendant of the Dragon King!

Regardless of her own inheritance knowledge, just her dragon blood, dragon scales, and dragon tendons are good things that can be met but not sought!What a great tool dragon!

Onyxia naturally felt Alsace's scorching gaze, which made her want to laugh for a while. This she remembers as the prince of Lordaeron?Unexpectedly, he couldn't ignore his charm, heh, man!