My Frostmourne can't be so cute

"Listen to his name... It should be King Thoras Trollbane of Stromgarde on the Arathi Highlands."

Ma Long also lowered his voice and replied.

"You know this too? Haven't you been to the north side?"

Varian Wrynn looked surprised.

"Do you think I don't know you still ask me?"

Malone gave Varian Wrynn angrily, and the latter smiled wryly.

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"Is it Thoras? King Trollbane of the Kingdom of Stormgard? I'm Anduin Lothar, the marshal of Stormwind City... I am here today because Stormwind City no longer exists. A group of terrible invaders called the orcs captured our homeland, and less than half of them fled to the north with me. King Terenas has promised to give us refugees asylum, but... in order to resist the orcs that may come I think we need to unite together."

Anduin Lothar bowed slightly to Thoras Trollbane, and then said seriously—he also put on the new clothes provided by King Terenas, and removed the armor of Anduin Lot. Sa did not lose his might, on the contrary, he was a bit more refined.

"What orc? Stormwind was captured? When did it happen? Is that why we are here? What about King Lane?"

A thin and tall man with the same brown hair as Varian Wrynn asked in surprise, with a small crown on his head, and he seemed to be one of the northern kings.

"The orcs are what the group of invaders call themselves. They are different from us, they are completely different species-although they also walk on their feet and fight with their hands, their bodies are much bigger than ours, and they are very powerful. I My soldiers and I did their best to defend against this crazy group of invaders, but they are too many and too powerful, and the enemy we face is not only the orc side... King Lane was assassinated by the orc assassin This is also the reason why Stormwind City fell; what I said happened more than a month ago, and we came here by boat all the way to bring warnings and signals for help."

Anduin Lothar said painfully.

"King Ryan...has already suffered misfortune, but his son is still alive. Prince Varian Wrynn from Stormwind is the last heir to the South. I have promised to help him return to his kingdom and re-establish Uzbekistan. The rule of the Ryan family over the South."

King Terenas pointed to Varian Wrynn who was sitting next to Malone, and said loudly to everyone present.

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"Hey, call your name, stand up!"

Malone pressed his elbow against Varian Wrynn's ribs, and said with his lips squirming.

"Say...say what?"

Varian Wrynn was a little flustered, he also noticed that everyone in the room was looking at him, his face suddenly turned pale, and he asked nervously.

Ma Long's face went dark-is this guy so nervous?Nervous enough to be looked at by these kings, you can't even speak?With all the eyes in full view, it's hard for him to give Varian any more? What more should Wrynn say!

Fortunately, Varian Wrynn's dilemma did not last long. A man wearing a green military uniform with a long black beard got up from his seat and walked to his side.

"Child, I feel sorry for what you have lost... I have seen your father, he is a truly brave and noble man. May his soul rest in peace by the light, as his friend, me and My kingdom will stand by your side and help you drive those invaders out of your homeland."

The man in the green uniform patted Varian Wrynn on the shoulder, and said in a low and painful voice.

"Thanks...thank you, may I ask if you are... sorry, I have never been to the north, I don't know..."

Varian Wrynn stood up in a panic, lowered his head, and explained to the man in the green uniform.(To be continued.)

Extra 30

"It's okay, I know... The last time I saw you, you were a kid who didn't know anything... I'm Daelin Proudmoore of Kul Tiras, Admiral of the Alliance. If you want, you can call me Uncle Dai Lin."

The man in the green uniform said with a hearty smile.

"It turned out to be you! When I was in Stormwind, I heard people mention you when you were sailing on the sea... Uncle Dai Lin, don't worry about me. Although I lost my father,... I still have Teacher Lothar , And Ma Long helps me, we will definitely go back to Stormwind City to avenge my father!"

Varian Wrynn looked at Daelin Proudmoore, the Admiral of the Alliance, with a respectful look, and then said with an oath.

"Compared to the old days between you Daeling and the Prince Varian, I am more concerned about the kind of invaders, or monsters, that Sir Lothar said before... Are they called orcs? What kind of invaders can make the whole kingdom unable to fight back? Sir Lothar, can you tell us in detail?"

The king who looked very educated with a small crown asked, but it sounded that his relationship with Daelin Proudmoore was not so harmonious.

"As you wish, Your Majesty King Aiden, this is the mission and purpose of my trip. This is the image of the orc I painted last night. I am not good at painting, but... at least I can give you a little bit More intuitive feeling..."

Anduin Lothar looked at the king-he had done some "homework" beforehand, so he recognized the identity of the king-he took out a roll of parchment from his pocket and spread it On the desk in front of King Terenas.

All the people present--except for those in the church who had had that terrible experience, several of the kings walked to the side of King Terenas and began to look at the appearance of the orc on the simple charcoal.

"Is this a drawing of the ratio between the orcs and the humans? How big are the invaders?"

The "His Majesty King Aiden" who had just talked to Anduin Lothar asked-Aiden Pernault, he is the master of Alterac Castle and the king of Alterac Kingdom. Dominating the entire Alterac Valley, and a small area of ​​Hillsbrad Hills, he used business and some unknown means to make his kingdom prosperous-of course, it is not vast compared to him In terms of territory.

"Yes, and they are much stronger than they look. Their weapons are several times larger than ours. In a one-on-one battle, it is difficult for us to defeat them."

Anduin Lothar nodded and said.

"Maybe that's because you southerners are not very good at fighting... If these guys dare to go to the Arathi Highlands, I will let them know how to spell the word'death'."

Thoras Trollbane snorted coldly.

"Your Majesty King Thoras, I have no intention to demonstrate the power of Stormwind, but with all due respect, our soldiers are not weak-if you despise these enemies because you despise us... I will pay the price to your subjects in the end. ."

Anduin Lothar said unceremoniously-he was humble, but he would never be bullied, especially when the other party insulted his country.

"Since you said that...then, Sir Lothar, why don't we see what the'warriors' from the south are doing?"

Thoras Trollbane stretched out his hand and patted his sturdy pectoral muscles under his fur, provoking loudly.

"Enough, Thoras, this is not a place for bears like you to show their strength! Sir Lothar, what reason do you have to prove that these orcs will continue northward? I don't want to fight for an unlikely battle. It costs a lot of money-you know, the cost of assembling an army is not small."

Although Aiden Pernold looked very educated, he was full of utilitarian feelings when he spoke.

"Ayden, pay attention to your words! Whether the orcs will continue northward, we must also be prepared for war-we must help Lord Lothar and Varian regain their kingdom, because we are compatriots and allies... …You don’t want one day when Pernold’s descendants lost Alterac Castle and asked for help, but no one cared?"

King Terenas Menethil II of Lordaeron loudly prevented Aiden Pernold's extremely utilitarian words.

"Okay, okay, you're right, Terenas... I will prepare my soldiers, and I will..."

Aiden Pernault replied with a shrug, but everyone could hear the perfunctory taste in his tone.

"We should indeed fight these orcs. No one has ever been able to take human homes from us without paying any price... War is a must. My only concern is that we now know almost nothing about those orcs. -How many of them are there? Where are they now? Do they have a ship? When will they attack us? This kind of war... Instead, I am beginning to worry about whether we can win."

A person who had never spoken before spoke. He was fully armed, wearing a shiny black plate armor, with a thick beard on his face, and his body was as strong as a brown bear.

Anduin Lothar nodded and agreed with the other person-he knew that His Majesty the King was Gene Greymane of Gilneas, and he could tell from his size that the King was a tried and tested warrior.

"In fact, we know a little bit about these guys. Khadgar is from Dalaran. Although he is just a young wizard, he may be the one who knows the orcs best among us; he won't be Dalaran has made the only contribution in this war, but I promise that he will help the Alliance army until all the orcs are repelled."

An old man wearing a purple mage robe and a gold-rimmed hat spoke, and led everyone to him and Khadgar beside him.

"Kadgar? Who? Your Excellency Archmage Antonidas, you don't mean... this one next to you... is he a young man?"

Aiden Pernault wiped his eyes, then asked in surprise.

"There are naturally very complicated factors in this, and the explanation involves too many things about magic, so..."