My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Behind Anduin Lothar there was a sound of "crashing". Behind him, there was an entire army-their number was very small, only nearly a thousand-they were in this battle. The surviving Brotherhood of Iron Horses.

The tears fell on the hot red soil, and they couldn't splash even a dust, and turned into a cloud of mist under the scorching sun—this was not only the tears of Anduin Lothar, but the tears of all the Brotherhood of Iron Horses.

The time passing by is like a shuttle, but it can't take away the deep affection between the robe and Ze, can't take away the grief of losing a loved one, and can't take away the longing of leaving home.

All the fighters here have been working hard for this moment in the past period of time—for the moment of returning to their homeland—but at this time, there is no joy in their hearts.

The price was too high, and the result came so suddenly that they caught them off guard.

If someone told them a few months ago that they could return to their homeland and rebuild their homeland today, every soldier in Stormwind would slobber on this person—because this is completely nonsense.

However, just over a month ago, they did it. They wiped out the orcs on this land; although Sir Anduin Lothar said that there are still some orcs on the run, who cares?——They can already return to their homeland. Although it has been raged by orcs and has become a ruin, they will use their own hands to rebuild a more beautiful and powerful Stormwind Kingdom on this land.

"Teacher Lothar, King Terenas is still waiting for us." Varian Wrynn also knelt on the ground, and wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes to remind his teacher.

Anduin Lothar has thrown away his helmet and put his forehead on the scorching ground-he is praying for the robes buried here to rest in peace-the orcs have collapsed, and the humans have finally gained The victory of this war, even though it was stained with blood.

"Let's go." Anduin Lothar stood up from the ground and put on his helmet again; the marshal, who was in his prime, jumped on his horse and cast his eyes to the far south-his allies were waiting there. With his arrival-that is a group of truly reliable allies.

After more than half an hour of riding horses, Anduin Lothar’s vision finally appeared in a big camp-where the flags covered the sun and the dust was noisy. This is the army of the Human Alliance's southern expedition. Most of them consisted of the army of the Kingdom of Stromgarde. Not long ago, Anduin Lothar was one of the commanders of this army.

Horses galloped to the front of the camp, Anduin Lothar stopped his horse; the gate of the camp was open, and dozens of guards surrounded them, and they held their spears nervously-- Although the orcs have retreated, the psychological shadow still remains on every human warrior, and they are always overly nervous.

"I'm Anduin? Lothar." The Stormwind City Marshal jumped off the horse and shouted.

"Sir Lothar." A mighty soldier squeezed out the guards, walked out of the crowd, and bowed slightly to Anduin Lothar, "Your Majesty King Thoras, Your Majesty King Terenas, Danas Your Royal Highness, Archmage Antonidas and other adults have been waiting for you in the barracks for a long time." (To be continued.)

Chapter 450 Military Conference

"Rix." Anduin Lothar greeted the human warrior and left his horse.

"Sir Anduin Lothar, please come with me." Ricks didn't say much, but he just turned sideways and signaled that Anduin Lothar's military meeting was not far away.

"Varian, you come with me; Windsor, Marcus, you take everyone to rest." Anduin Lothar nodded, turned and said to the members of the Brotherhood of Iron Horses who were gradually following behind him. .

"Don't worry, Sir Anduin Lothar, my subordinates will arrange them." Ricks called one of his subordinates, and said a few words to him, to the effect that the arrangements for the members of the Brotherhood of Iron Horse some type of.

These details naturally don't need Anduin Lothar to worry about, thanks to the invasion of the orcs, the human alliance is now extremely strong-at least among the kingdoms of Lordaeron, Stormgard and Stormwind.

Following Anduin Lothar, Varian Wrynn was extremely excited; he knew that what awaited him in the camp was a military meeting held by the leaders of all alliances. Determine the future military and political trends of the alliance; in Lordaeron, Anduin Lothar has participated in such meetings many times, but for Varian, this is his first time-this is both Anduin ? Lothar's recognition of his outstanding performance in this war is also an improvement in his status-the orcs have been defeated, the Kingdom of Stormwind has been recovered, and Varian's coronation is gradually on the agenda.

Anduin Lothar and others soon arrived in front of the largest camp in the barracks. Two fully armed human warriors were guarding the entrance of the camp. One was wearing a silver-white plate armor with a blue border on a white background. A battle robe with a blue double-headed eagle emblem embroidered on the chest; the other is wearing a scarlet battle armor with a red bottom and a white border. On the chest, a majestic falcon flutters its wings-- These two fighters came from the Royal Guard of Lordaeron and the Royal Guard of Stromgarde. Their presence here means that the two most authoritative kings in the Human Alliance are already in the camp.

King Terenas of the Kingdom of Lordaeron and King Thoras of the Kingdom of Stormgard, plus Varian who is about to ascend the throne, this military meeting is a veritable meeting of the three kings— —Anduin? Lothar didn't know why this thought came to his mind. He nodded to the two human warriors, then stretched out his hand to brush open the heavy curtain of the camp, and got into the camp.

The big camp is not only open, but also extremely bright; aware of this, Varian Wrynn raised his head and looked at the dome far away from the camp—it was not closed, but a skylight made of glass— —This kind of shiny material produced by the Dwarf Kingdom and highly sought after by human nobles is expensive. A temporary camp must use this material. It must be King Thoras’s instruction. After all, luxury is the king’s lifelong pursuit one.

Ricks stayed outside the camp, and the heavy curtain fell behind Varian Wrynn; the young Stormwind prince understood the reason for this Stromgarde officer—even if it was Stormgar. A key member of the German kingdom/military, Prince Danath’s deputy, Ricks is also not qualified to participate in such an important meeting. Similarly, if it were not for the status of the prince of the Stormwind Kingdom, his qualifications would naturally not be enough, even compared to The core members of the Brotherhood of Iron Horses like Windsor and Marcus are still inadequate.

With the admiration and longing for such an important military meeting, Vari settled down and looked towards the center of the big account. There must be a very serious atmosphere, right?

"Varian! Here and here!" The young Stormwind prince heard someone calling him all at once.

"Huh? Alsace? Are you here?" In the middle of the camp, there is a huge discussion table. There are already many people sitting at the discussion table. Some Varian knows, some he doesn't; Among these people, following the source of the sound, he saw his good friend Arthas at a glance.

Not seen for a month, the little prince of Lordaeron seems to have grown a lot taller, at least, has reached the standard that a human child should be at the age of ten, and even has some surplus.Seeing his little friend, Varian walked towards Arthas excitedly.

"Yeah, Varian, it's been a long time. How did you get here? Why didn't you act with Prince Danas? My father and I have just arrived here not long ago and have not had time to understand the situation. What happened? "Alsace asked Varian to sit down, worried.

Varian smiled relievedly, trying to find a place to sit down; but looked around Arthas-the little prince of Lordaeron was sitting with his arms tightly on his right. Frostmourne; on the left, the Red Dragon Queen is dancing and chatting. Next to the Red Dragon Queen, Vereesa is secretly listening to the Queen’s boasting about her experience in the world of Azeroth for tens of thousands of years. Use the peripheral vision to aim at Arthas and Frostmourne stuck together.Alleria Windrunner, the leader of the High Elf Ranger, sat next to her sister, and saw the prince of Stormwind. The elegant lady nodded slightly, but did not speak.

No way, Varian had to bypass the discussion table and sat down opposite Alsace, and then explained: "That's it. When we were passing by the Redridge Mountains, we met some human refugees. They were in the orcs' They survived the attack and formed a resistance army. Our arrival made them very excited, so Teacher Lothar decided to meet their leader, so Prince Danas and his army came here first."

"That's it...have you met?" Arthas nodded-I didn't expect that there would still be survivors of Stormwind Kingdom resisting in the occupied/settled area, and Arthas was more relieved in his heart-regardless of this resistance Regardless of the size of the army, it is always good for someone to survive.

"We met, that Mr. Eberlock is really a respectable elder, and he also has extraordinary wisdom and courage. In their base, he has protected at least two thousand innocent refugees. Moreover, And..." At this point, Varian didn't know why he blushed.

"That's it, then this Mr. Eberlock is really an amazing person!" Alsace complimented, and then felt a little strange about his partner's behavior, "And what?"

"No...nothing...nothing." Varian shook his head abruptly, turning off the subject.

"Everyone is here, right?" At this moment, an old man covered in plain white hemp robe stood up from his seat and gently knocked the table top with his hands, attracted The eyes of everyone.(To be continued.)

Chapter 451 Emergency Military Information

This old man is no one else, but the respected human archbishop Alonthos Faw.Whether it was in Stormwind before or after the refugees arrived in Lordaeron, this old man can always quickly gain the trust and love of the local residents—relying on his broad and loving mind.

"It's all here, Master Bishop." The one who answered this sentence was King Terenas Menethil II of Lordaeron, and he was meeting with Thoras Torbay, King of Stormgard. En sat side by side on the main seat of the discussion table.

Next to the two kings are Alonthos Faor, who has risen, followed by the Archmage Antonidas in Dalaran, the Mage Khadgar, Prince Danas in Stromgarde, and Kurti. Daelin Proudmoore of the Kingdom of Russ, Anduin Lothar who just arrived with Varian, Uther Lightbringer of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Alexandros Mograine, Magni Bronzebeard in Ironforge, Muradin Bronzebeard, Falstad from the Wildhammer clan, and... beside Falstad, another one who is very similar to him but stronger Dwarves.

"Oh, by the way, Varian, do you know who that dwarf is?" Arthas leaned forward slightly and asked Varian Wrynn-such a military meeting, anyway, as himself and V Rian was just an observer, and there was no room for interruption.

"Oh, that dwarf is a member of Falstad, Kurdran Wildhammer, the lord of the Wildhammer clan. Falstad mentioned before... On our march, he took his The Griffin Legion caught up with us; it is said that the trolls of the Hinterlands have been repulsed by this high lord. As soon as the threat to his territory is lifted, he will come to help us. In short, he is a very reliable ally-- This is the evaluation of Teacher Lothar." Varian replied.

"Master, it's so boring here, it's either an old man or an old man... Let's go out and play together!" Frostmourne pouted, holding Arthas's arm and shaking it.

"Go to play? Where to go to play?" Alsace was taken aback.

"I heard that this is the place where the orcs came to Azeroth for the first time? So...their portal is also open here? Master, do you want to visit Draenor? Maybe you can touch it. To Ner'zhul!" Frostmourne said, blinking.

"Portal? Draenor?" Arthas was startled by Frostmourne's words-he had never thought of such a thing. Although he came here through the portal with his father, Arthas just wanted to come here to see , I never thought I could go to the world where the orcs lived.

Arthas was not uninterested in this-although from Ner'zhul's memory, he knew the outline of the world of Draenor-whether it was before or after the destruction, he was still strange to that. The world felt a little curious, because in the original time flow, he had never been to that world.

"Forget it... Let's first listen to what Kadgar Teacher and Archmage Antonidas have to report to the Alliance." Arthas shook his head and refused Frostmourne's request to sneak out to play.

"Oh..." Frostmourne looked a little sullen-she didn't like the atmosphere in the camp-too serious, and the owner didn't agree to make friends with herself in crowded places.(Alsace: Nonsense, I don’t agree with fewer people!)

Alsace’s father would not easily take Alsace to participate in such a military meeting-even in the previous battle Alsace demonstrated extraordinary ability; this time he brought Alsace, because Because Dalaran’s mages sent back urgent military information to the rear, King Terenas who was a guest at Stromgarde came to the front with King Thoras.

Because in the intelligence, several Dalaran's archmages including Antonidas and Khadgar described the severity of the military situation as terrible, so King Terenas decided to bring the red dragon. The queen is with you.

The Queen refused to use the magic circle provided by the wizard of Dalaran on the eve of departure, because she had never used such a thing before, so she was afraid of accidents.

It was useless how Arthas persuaded the queen, until the queen made a condition that Arthas must accompany her through the magic circle; in this way, the young Arthas won this time to participate in the military meeting. Opportunity.

The hateful thing is that as soon as the Red Dragon Queen came here through the magic circle, she was so addicted, she wanted to play a few more times; she had a black face for a long time before she made Arthas--want to be you, but not to be you , I had known so, why should I run more?

But Arthas soon stopped thinking of it this way—because soon, he learned of something very important, which made him realize that Archmage Antonidas was not alarmist in his letter.

"Since everyone is here, let's call Mage Khadgar to speak." Archbishop Alonthos Faor nodded towards Mage Khadgar who also had a big beard, and then took his seat again.

"Everyone." Mage Khadgar stood up and looked around. "Mage Antonidas and I called you here because something very important has happened. I repeat, you all heard here. What I'm saying, don't let other people know, because that has no effect except causing panic."

After saying these words, Mage Khadgar took out his staff from under the table and muttered a word. Soon, there was a reaction at the top of the discussion table. Some light blue lines appeared in the air, and finally formed a Vice screen.

"Everyone, what we want to inform you is far beyond your imagination, so I hope you will first take a look at the image shown in this mirror image." Mage Khadgar said as he waved his hand. The blue picture still turned slowly.