Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 191: The Alliance

"Dangdangdang——"

The alarm bell representing death and crisis had actually stopped long ago, but the long-ringing alarm bell turned into an auditory hallucination, still echoing in the ears of every Lordaeron citizen, every noble, and every representative.

This voice is warning the world that the days of peace and comfort are gone forever and a cruel and bloody war is already here.

Without any hesitation, representatives from various countries called in magicians and used expensive magic mirrors to transmit everything that happened in the royal city of Lordaeron back to their own countries.

The amount of mana gems required for such a long and large-scale magic scene is astonishing, but this time, no representative was stingy with the money.

In the reconvened meeting, every representative carefully watched the full-scale video recording produced by Duke. Duke used a huge cubic cone with a side length of more than 10 meters to show King Terenas and every representative the barbarity and terror of the orcs.

That kind of unrelenting, raw madness.

That kind of bloodthirsty, cruel and horrific killing.

The violent momentum of not giving up until the last soldier is dead.

Each scene brought deeper shock to the delegates.

When Duke played the video at the end of the video showing the bodies of adults and children, commoners and nobles lying on the ground in the conquered lands, every representative had to admit that this was a battle for racial survival!

After the five-minute presentation, there was no other sound in the conference room except for the sound of people gasping for air.

"Excuse me, Lord Edmund, can I keep a copy of this video and send it back to my king?" The speaker was the Kul Tiras representative.

Not only him, other representatives also expressed their desire to get one.

"I'm sorry, this is my unique magic technique, which evolved from Medivh's legacy. I cannot divide or transfer this magic power, but I can demonstrate it to your majesties once more in the magic transmission."

Seeing that the situation was settled, King Terenas of Lordaeron stood up proudly. He first turned his gaze to King Llane and said, "Well, it seems that we have all reached a consensus. Then, I will follow King Llane Wrynn's request and formally call on the other five human kingdoms, as well as Quel'Thalas and Ironforge to form an alliance to jointly deal with the offensive of the Orcish Horde. I hope to meet with the kings or envoys who can represent the king's will in the throne room of Lordaeron within two weeks."

In this era, it was never an easy matter for the king to travel.

If traveling by land or sea, the farthest dwarves would probably take more than half a month to reach the capital of Lordaeron in the north of the continent.

Everyone knows that the orcs' offensive is fierce, so except for those kings who dare to use the portal, riding a griffin is almost the only option.

In this era, space teleportation is very unreliable. Mastering the magic of space teleportation is no less than asking an ordinary person to pick the only correct sesame seed among a hundred kilograms of black sesame seeds from ten meters away. Not only must the accurate coordinates be locked, but all spatial states from the starting point to the end point must be stable.

Generally speaking, only those places with a lot of spell reinforcement around them are suitable to be the destination, such as the magic city of Dalaran or the high elves' Quel'Thalas.

Nowadays, the only people who dare to teleport around the world by themselves and guarantee that there will be no mistakes are Antonidas and his two Sun Wizards.

The big thing has been settled.

Llane, Anduin and Duke finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After returning to the state guesthouse, Anduin asked the Morning Star Mage to check and make sure no one would eavesdrop. Then he said to Duke in a serious tone, "I know the general situation. It may not be appropriate for me to say this, but I still decided to say it. As an elder and a partner who has experienced life and death together, I want to remind you that you'd better not contact the guys from MI7 casually. The intelligence agency directly under the king has always been a forbidden place for all monarchs. Llane is a very generous person, and I know he won't care. I can't guarantee...well...Varian should also be a good king."

At this point, Lothar seemed annoyed.

Duke smiled like a fox that had succeeded. He raised his right hand and swore, "I swear, I will never use my tricks against my own people."

"That's good... Wait, you don't consider King Terenas as your own?"

"It wasn't before, but it is now."

Lothar really lost his temper at Duke's answer.

At this time, Llane came in, and there seemed to be an unremovable sadness between his brows.

"Llane, what's wrong?" When there was no fourth person in the room, Lothar seemed a little casual.

"No, I'm still thinking about one thing. It seems inevitable to form an alliance. But... who will be the leader?"

"Uh, isn't that His Majesty Menethil?" Lothar was stunned.

Duke sighed secretly, thinking that Lothar was indeed too naive.

In October, the breath of autumn is getting stronger. Whether it is the increasingly abundant rice ears in the rice fields or the heavy fruits on the branches, they all indicate that this year's harvest will be very good. In this year when the war broke out, the northern continent can usher in a good harvest, which is also a very good result.

The new fields opened up near the refugee camp in Hillsbrad Foothills might also have a good harvest. Llane and Anduin came over and patted Duke on the shoulder.

This is simply incredible.

If Duke had not acted without authorization and then sought permission from the Barov family, if Duke had not insisted on having all the war horses in the army forcibly used to open up farmland, if Duke had not purchased oxen at high prices from all over the place.

This is simply impossible to do.

If nothing unexpected happens, a batch of summer grain will be harvested by the end of the month. This has eased the food crisis near Nanhai Town. Although the 5,000 tons of grain that Duke bought at a high price sounds like a lot, together with the large amount of fish caught, it is only enough to feed nearly 500,000 people for two months.

However, there is a new rumor among the people of Hillsbrad now that Stormwind is preparing to actually take over the land.

Have you ever seen refugees open up fields and fill up an entire area?

From the edge of Nanhai Town, the fields were opened all the way to the foot of Alterac Mountain. Almost every inch of the plain was reclaimed. Every wild wolf in the mountains was used as a feast. The caves were full of snowmen... Now the snowmen were naturally killed, and the caves were used to store food for the winter.

But news came from above that various countries were planning to form an alliance, which suppressed all opposition from below.

On October 8, a large number of politicians rushed to the capital of Lordaeron.

This meeting, which was praised by later generations as the most important meeting to establish an alliance, was finally officially held.

alliance

A word that made Duke feel happy.

Before the time travel, Duke never thought that he would one day witness this historical moment.

The huge golden bell was rung, and the slender iron chains pulled the gears, ringing the bell, making a melodious and pleasant sound that spread throughout Lordaeron.

In the eight directions of east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest, north, and northeast, the wealthy Lordaeron laid out red carpets from the city gates all the way to the capital of Lordaeron for the kings and representatives of the eight countries. Similarly, the Lordaeron soldiers in shining helmets and armor also lined up neatly along the red carpet all the way to the capital.

Walking on the red carpet of Wangcheng Avenue, there are girls on the second and third floors of the tall houses on both sides sprinkling bright petals onto the avenue, forming a gorgeous rain of flowers.

The people of Lordaeron were cheering and welcoming the kings and representatives from various countries as heroes.

Llane Wrynn, King of Stormwind.

King Aiden Perenolde of Alterac.

Genn Greymane, King of Gilneas.

King Daelin Proudmoore of the maritime power Kul Tiras.

King Thoras Trollbane of Stromgarde.

Antonidas, Speaker of the Kirin Tor Council of Dalaran, the Magocracy.

The high elves represent the Silvermoon Council member Dar'Khan.

The dwarf represents Magni Bronzebeard, the dwarf prince of Ironforge.

Among the countries, Ironforge was being besieged by orcs, and King Madoran Bronzebeard could not leave, so he sent Magni, who had the title of Blacksmith King. Together with Muradin Bronzebeard, who was originally Ironforge's ambassador to Lordaeron, there are now two dwarf princes in Lordaeron.

It can be said that, except for the high elves, all countries sent their highest-level leaders to attend.

This kind of thing has never happened in the past thousand years. In a sense, this also represents the strength of Lordaeron.

The heads of the eight nations arrived together, and King Terenas didn't care who to greet first. He simply waited for the heads of the eight nations in the throne hall.

The eight gates of the Lordaeron Palace opened at the same time, and the heads of state of various countries entered this magnificent palace almost in no particular order and stepped into the throne hall.

Inside the tall and spacious Gothic throne hall, the arches and columns covered with pure white reliefs are themselves the most beautiful works of art. The master artist describes in the form of reliefs the story of Emperor Thoradin opening up new territories for mankind and building the city of Lordaeron.

Huge colorful glazed windows are hung on the top of the ceiling and in nine directions. The sunlight shines in, and the entire arch is filled with colorful and beautiful colors. The orange rainbow light blends with the purple quartz-like light, and the ruby ​​light and the amber light complement each other. The entire dome looks extremely gorgeous.

The lower part has the most scientific diffuse reflection. The sunlight shines in from the transparent solid-color glass windows, falls on the large stone ball suspended by iron chains in the air of the throne hall, and then reflects onto each throne.

This warm and mysterious glow makes every person seated there feel a mysterious sense of soul sublimation.

No one was made difficult or looked down upon. The 360-degree circular throne room was divided into nine equal parts. Terenas Menethil II stood in front of the throne in the due north.

Looking at the kings who came together and arrived at their seats, Terenas spoke.

"2800 years ago, in order to deal with the common enemy - the trolls, the human empire of Arathor and the high elf kingdom of Quel'Thalas formed an alliance and made an eternal covenant. 1200 years ago, although the empire of Arathor disintegrated for a better future, the human kingdoms remained united as good brothers, and there had never been a war between the kingdoms. Now, we all have a common enemy - the orcs. I hope that this time we can reach an unbreakable and powerful covenant to unite humans, elves, and dwarves."

Menethil II's official declaration was not exciting, but at least it was flawless. After everyone applauded enthusiastically, the kings and representatives took their seats.

"Let me first report the battle situation in Stromgarde." Magni Bronzebeard's loud voice was the first to sound. Dwarves are famous for their impatience.

For example, the Dwarven fishing rod. How about that? Sounds fine, right? The problem is, this so-called fishing rod is actually a rifle. What, you use a net to catch fish in a stream? The Dwarves just shoot at fish in shallow water, and all the fish die.

Never fish with a net if you can fry it.

Never fish if you can catch fish.

The dwarf's temperament is evident from this.

As soon as Magni raised his hand, the specially invited Dalaran mage immediately used a magic mirror to show the fierce battle situation at the gate of Ironforge.

In this world of swords and magic, the dwarves' black technology is second only to goblins and gnomes, which is considered to be more. In the main force of the dwarves, there are dwarven artillery like mortars, dwarven steam tanks and so on. It sounds like a completely mechanized force, right?

The problem is that the orcs are all demolition offices!

Thicker than a human leg and four meters long, the huge iron pipe was turned like a windmill by an orc warrior. The dwarf relied on the terrain to drive the five or six ton steam tank down the hillside and charge back on the narrow mountain road, but was hit by the violent orc and fell down the mountain and exploded.

When the dwarves fought against the orcs, they were not much weaker in terms of strength, but they were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of size. The orcs swung their heavy weapons and smashed them down on their heads, and on the crowded battlefield, the dwarves had no place to hide and could only hold on.

The result was that the two sides repeatedly engaged in a tug-of-war on the mountain road in front of the main gate of Ironforge.

The dwarves had powerful muskets that fired only once every minute. The orcs also threw rocks recklessly. Not only orcs, but also ogres, who were even bigger, with more terrifying strength and endurance, appeared in the Horde's formation.

The dwarves suffered heavy losses.

After turning off the live broadcast, Magni slapped the handle of his specially made, but slightly less luxurious, dwarf chair, which startled the old King Terenas.

"Ironforge is in urgent need of support! What we need most are priests and medicine. And those damn greenskins have ruined our farmland. Our entire autumn harvest is ruined. We also need a lot of food."

The dwarves are so straightforward! They want food! They want medicine!

Terenas had to remind Magni: "We are discussing the threat of the Horde now. We must first determine the necessity of forming an alliance, form an alliance, and then discuss how to support each other and how to deal with the Horde."

"Okay then! Let's form an alliance. Where should we stamp it?" After saying that, Magni took out a royal seal that was very dwarven in nature - the hammer in his hand.

All the human kings were confused.

King Thoras Trollbane of Stromgrade spoke up: "The Thandol Bridge was also attacked fiercely. Thanks to the valuable experience of His Majesty Llane of Stormwind, we did not suffer too much loss."

Having said that, it is also a live video broadcast.

The situation here was much better. The orcs could not cross the huge strait with high winds and rough waves by sea, so they could only storm the narrow Thandol Bridge.

Unlike on the dwarf side, where the Horde can climb mountains and so on, here there are only two bridges that look very wide at ordinary times, but seem very narrow during a war.

More than 30 meters wide, it sounds like a lot. The terrain of the northern continent is slightly higher (otherwise why is it called Arathi Highlands?), but it has to withstand the firepower of more than a hundred ballistas and shotgun catapults that throw gravel along the mountain on the north side of the bridge, plus more than thirty arrow towers and a thousand-man javelin team that takes turns day and night and hides in bunkers...

Thirty meters? That's a target, okay?

No matter how brave the orcs are, they will only be cannon fodder.

If this bridge had not been built by dwarves and was not extremely sturdy, an ordinary bridge would have collapsed long ago.

Therefore, the people of Stromgrade only paid for human resources, not human lives. In response, King Soras did not forget to give King Llane a grateful look when playing the video. Without the complete set of javelin manufacturing drawings of Stormwind Kingdom, perhaps the warriors of Stromgarde would still be fighting against the orcs with useless bows and arrows.

Not only the blueprints, but also a large number of craftsmen came to help the people of Stromgarde make javelins while teaching the craftsmen of Stromgarde step by step.

The alliance has not been formally established yet, but Stormwind is already doing its part as an ally. Duke has already made it clear to King Thoras before today's meeting that if Stromgarde needs him, his 7,000 private soldiers can go to Arathi Highlands to help defend it at any time.

Of course, Thoras Trollbane didn't know that he would never have the chance to use such a reinforcement army according to the development of the situation, and Duke knew this very well and came to play nice. Now Thoras was frightened by the orcs, and there was such a loyal ally who promised to provide support without charging a penny. Thoras was so moved that his nose was almost running.

If he knew Duke turned around and muttered, "It's so cool to increase favorability by making promises that I don't have to fulfill," he might have wanted to kill Duke.

Of course, these are all assumptions.

With the orcs as a powerful enemy and the support of craftsmen from Duke Edmund of Stormwind Kingdom, Stromgarde is definitely a country that actively responds to the formation of an alliance.

However, in contrast, the kings of the countries located in the north, except for Lordaeron, which had just been slapped in the face by orc slaves, were a little cold. Especially the high elf representative, Silvermoon Council member Darkan, who was actually admiring his newly manicured nails.

Llane and Anduin couldn't help but frown: It's already this late, and these guys are still watching! ?

Anduin was the most direct. He kicked Duke secretly and whispered, "Don't you have information to submit?"

Duke rolled his eyes at Lothar, but finally raised his hand: "I am Duke Edmund, Duke of Karazhan in Stormwind Kingdom, and I have important information to submit."

All those who could attend, even those standing behind the king, were important officials of the kingdom. King Terenas nodded: "I agree to submit it."

One of the biggest losses suffered by the alliance in history was that the foolish leaders of various countries actually thought that orcs could not build ships at the beginning.

Now, what Duke submitted was a set of images that he personally sent Daniel and the three-ship search team to bring back.

On the huge mirror, there was a scene of a group of orc laborers working busily.

Although the workmanship of these rude fellows was completely disastrous, it was still clear that it was the keel of the ship.

This time, the one who reacted most violently was the Kul Tiras King Daelin Proudmoore. He stood up from his throne and stared at the screen with bulging eyes. If the orcs had a large fleet, his Kul Tiras would have nowhere to escape. It can be said that apart from Duke's fleet, Kul Tiras had no external help!

This is not the end, Duke continued to talk.

"This is a picture of the Baradin Bay in the northwest of the southern continent. It is just across the sea from Southshore. As everyone knows, our Stormwind Kingdom has a fleet of over a hundred warships, as well as more than ten thousand murlocs and hundreds of Nagas. Even without the Kul Tiras fleet, we dare say that we can defend Southshore. But there is nothing we can do about other places."

In front of the huge map of the Eastern Kingdom continent in the center of the seven thrones and two representative seats, Duke let a wizard's hand gently float above the map.

Go west from Palatine Bay, bypass Nanhai Town, and turn north when you reach the land...

At this time, it was the turn of King Genn of the Kingdom of Gilneas in the southwest corner of the northern continent to look unhappy.

Of course, Lordaeron King Terenas also had a bad face. Because near the finger of Duke's magic hand was the North Stream Coast, which was convenient for landing. What was the coast? It was the Silver Pine Forest of Lordaeron.

At this time, Duke said seriously: "Of course, this is just a guess. Maybe..."

The direction of the Mage's Hand changed. This time it went east from the Palatin Bay, passed under the Thandol Bridge, reached the southeast of the northern continent, and then went north along the cape. This time the finger crossed the steep and elemental-filled Arathi Highlands and pointed to the eastern coast of the Hinterlands further north.

When King Aiden of Alterac returned, his face looked a little bad, but his reaction was not too intense.

"There? Even better, let those damn trolls fight the green monsters." Aiden argued.

"What if those trolls join the Horde?" Duke asked with a sneer.

Aiden was very unhappy with Duke's questioning: "At least we still have those dwarfs from Eagle's Nest Mountain to support us."

As soon as Aiden finished speaking, the dwarf prince Magni became unhappy: "Hey! King of Alterac, watch your tone. Those are our dwarf brothers!"

"Yes, brothers who fight each other with axes and hammers!" Aiden looked at Magni with contempt.

"Bastard! Even though we have experienced the War of Three Hammers! But we have long since reconciled with the Wildhammer dwarves! I warn you not to insult our Wildhammer brothers again, otherwise I will never forgive you." Magni swung his hammer angrily.

"Humph!" Aiden snorted coldly and remained silent instead of answering. He didn't want to delve into this matter any further.

Beside Magni, Muradin Bronzebeard, who had served as an ambassador for many years, was more tactful. He pulled his brother back.

Duke glanced at King Aiden. Although he quickly retracted his gaze, Lothar still saw the gleam in his eye for a moment - it was a look of disdain as if he was looking at a dead person.

Duke's deduction based on orcs' shipbuilding ends here.

If the atmosphere wasn't so tense, Llane would have applauded Duke's brilliant play. In any case, Duke had successfully established a common foundation for the entire league.

As a time traveler who is familiar with "history", Duke's huge advantages are also demonstrated at this moment.

He didn't want to pit a long-eared self-proclaimed superior race, but he knew very well that some alliance members could not be invited and rushed in. Whether it was out of arrogance or that this country was a cheap bone.

Anyway, he would never mention this possibility.

After all, the biggest difference in the Horde has now appeared - 'Lord Roar' Grom Hellscream! Since Lord Roar is here, the Warsong Clan, which was supposed to stay in Draenor in history, is likely to appear. No, it should be said that it is very likely that they have already appeared, just across the Thandor Bridge.

It's just that we can't be sure because the ones attacking the bridge now are all unknown small clans.

Since Gul'dan has reopened the Dark Portal, the clans that originally stayed behind may all appear, such as the Shadowmoon Clan of the future Lich King Ner'zhul, or the Shattered Hand Clan of Kargath Bladefist... There are more than 10 famous clans.

Now that the Blackrock Clan has been severely damaged, any reinforcement is possible.

In order to achieve the final victory, Duke had already decided to drag more allies who were originally part of the alliance into the alliance early.

Duke left after he finished speaking. Terenas, the King of Lordaeron, raised his head slightly and said, "Well, everyone here, do you have more information about those evil orcs to share with the kings present?"

It was very quiet.

"If not, I propose that we start voting now on whether to form a powerful alliance to fight against the evil orc tribe that is bent on conquering the entire world of Azeroth. Please note that what we are discussing now is the formation of a military alliance. Every country that joins the alliance has the obligation to help each other. Either by providing money, manpower and material resources, or directly sending troops. Countries that refuse to join will not receive assistance from the alliance when facing an attack from the Horde. Okay, I have finished what I want to say. Those who agree to join this alliance, please raise your hands!"

Originally, the atmosphere was good. In Llane's opinion, with this momentum, the formation of the alliance was a foregone conclusion. It was a natural process, and all nine countries would join. Llane was a little excited when he thought about it. As long as the alliance was formed, nine countries would join together, and they would be able to deal with the Horde? Retaking Stormwind City and rebuilding the ancestral foundation would be a matter of one move.

Who knew that at this moment, Magni's loud voice started shouting again.

"Hey! Wait! No one of you has agreed to provide assistance to Ironforge? Without any assistance, you can only rely on the dwarves in the southern continent to help you tie up the orcs' troops? Is this what you call mutual assistance?"

King Terenas looked unhappy. The dwarf was just that troublesome and straightforward. He had to interrupt Prince Magni Bronzebeard and said, "Since we are forming an alliance, we will definitely help each other. What we need to do now is to set the framework first, and then decide how to help and how to coordinate..."

The dwarf prince with a reddish-brown beard that almost reached the ground showed his straightforward nature: "No, no, no, I hate hearing your official terms the most. We dwarves are very direct. Is there any help? When and where? How many? Who? If you can really give us enough help and support, we in Ironforge will join. If not, then I won't waste my time here. It would be better if I could go back and kill a few more orcs."

Magni's blatant extortion made the human kings frown. At this moment, more than one king started to make plans. As a country that had been attacked, the orcs would not give up until they succeeded. The dwarves would not give up their capital. In this case, even if the humans did not help, the dwarves would fight the orcs to the death, involving a considerable part of the orcs' troops.

In a split second, more than one king was ready to dump the dwarf.

They did the same thing in history. In fact, this was a very unfair move, and it caused several countries in the Alliance to be at odds with each other. In the original process, the dwarves did not officially join the Alliance until the humans counterattacked the wetlands, broke into Dun Morogh, and rescued the dwarves who had been defending for a long time.

But Duke is here!

"Enough!" Duke suddenly shouted, "Since you dwarves regard the alliance as an exchange of interests, that's fine, since we have a common enemy. In three days, the Storm Kingdom's fleet will reach the deep water area southeast of the Blackwater Swamp in the wetland. Deliver 10,000 tranquilizing flowers and silver leaf flowers, 20,000 heather, and 5,000 boneset grass to you. As a price, we need 15,000 dwarf-made fine steel swords. If we don't have them, we can use the dwarf standard battle axes instead."

Anyone with a little common sense would know that these were low-level alchemical materials, used to make low-level healing potions. In a war of this magnitude, high-level materials were not used much, because high-level materials required high-level alchemists, and the output would also decrease.

On the contrary, low-level materials are more useful because alchemy apprentices have a lot of them.

The finished product is hard to come by, but getting the materials for the healing potion is definitely a pleasant surprise.

Duke was so well prepared that Magni was stunned. Ironforge did need help, but Magni was more focused on putting pressure on the new alliance. He did not expect the humans to be prepared. In his imagination, it would take at least half a month to be ready. He just wanted to get a more definite promise from the human kings to determine whether the humans wanted to use the dwarves as cannon fodder.

But Duke had undoubtedly tricked him. This was a meeting of kings, and Duke couldn't just talk nonsense. Either Duke was a big liar who tricked him into joining the alliance on behalf of the dwarves. Or Stormwind Kingdom had really made sufficient preparations for this war beyond imagination.

Obviously, Stormwind Kingdom was well prepared. The Kingdom, eager to annihilate the orcs and restore their country, would never fool the dwarves about such a matter.

Magni was stunned for a moment, and then his face suddenly turned from anger to joy, and ecstasy!

The dwarf prince was also a bachelor. No, it should be said that he had no shame or moral integrity. He apologized on the spot: "Sorry! Sorry! My heart was thinking about my brothers and sisters who were injured and could not get treatment in Ironforge. I was too excited. I shouldn't have doubted you humans."

Duke had done so many things, but Llane was completely unaware of it. Llane knew Duke would never lie to him about such things. He stood up on the spot and said, "Prince Magni Bronzebeard, as long as we join the Alliance, we will be brothers who live and die together. I can promise you that Archbishop Benedista of Storm Kingdom will definitely be willing to lead the priests to the brother countries of the same Alliance to help treat our allies."

The Archbishop of Storm Kingdom... this stakes is indeed heavy.

Llane has always been known as a wise ruler. As a dwarven kingdom not far to the north of Stormwind Kingdom, Magni obviously trusts Llane more. As for King Terenas, who talks a lot of official rhetoric but has no real substance, haha...

Magni raised his hammer and said, "I join the Alliance on behalf of the Bronzebeard dwarves of Ironforge."

Terenas was unhappy about Magni stealing the limelight, but he would not make things difficult for the dwarf on this matter, since it was not his Lordaeron that was making the donation after all.

"Then let's vote!"

"Storm Kingdom agrees." Llane almost rushed to express his opinion. Everyone knew that Storm Kingdom, which had lost its capital, was the most miserable. It was meaningless to pretend that it was not anxious. It was better to be a leader and promoter.

King Daelin and King Thoras are almost in no particular order:

"Kul Tiras agrees."

"Stromgrade agrees."

At this moment, four countries have already agreed. As long as the overlord, King Lordaeron, nods, the formation of the alliance will be a foregone conclusion.

At this time, the calm King Terenas of Lordaeron gently raised his hand and said, "Lordaeron agrees."

As the strongest of the seven human kingdoms, Lordaeron's passage was expected. Whether it was out of its leadership status among all countries or as a response to the rebellion of the orc slaves a few days ago, Lordaeron had to join.

The addition of Lordaeron also prompted the remaining slightly wavering Dalaran, Gilneas, and Alterac to join.

By now, the seven human kingdoms and the dwarves had all joined, and all the kings and princes turned their attention to the lowest-ranking representative in the throne hall - Darkan, a member of the Silvermoon Council of Quel'Thalas.

Facing dozens of burning gazes, the handsome high elf wizard raised his long eyebrows, took a sip of the finest black tea produced in Lordaeron, and then spoke in a nonchalant tone.

"After discussions between our Silvermoon Council and our King Anasterian Sunstrider, Quel'Thalas will not join this alliance. But as a symbol of friendship with humans for generations, we will provide you with the necessary assistance."

Not joining the alliance?

Provide necessary assistance?

Such arrogant words clearly mean that the aid we give to you humans is just dog food we give to you...

At this moment, several kings stood up angrily and glared at Senator Darkan.

No one expected that it was Magni who opened fire: "Hey! Long ears! Aren't you afraid that those greenskins will go around in circles to cause trouble for you first?"

At this moment, Duke secretly bared his teeth: Damn, you guessed this! ?

Yes! In history, it was the orcs' long-distance voyage that bypassed most of the northern continent and went directly to Quel'Thalas to cause trouble for the high elves.

Unexpectedly, Darkan didn't care at all. As if he had been infected with the "arrogance" of Duke's "Seven Deadly Sins", he frivolously retorted: "The magic of the high elves is not something you dwarves who dig holes in the ground all day can imagine. Quel'Thalas has the most perfect magic defense system. Please don't bother with our safety."

After saying that, Dakkan actually stood up, turned around, and left!

Gone! ?

He actually left!

This is not just a slap in the face of the Lordaeron family as the landlord, this is a slap in the face of the entire eight countries of the Alliance!

At one point, several kings were considering declaring war on Quel'Thalas.

After all, the king of mankind is not the chief of a tribe, and he cannot become a boss by force. Their reason still tells them to stay calm. However, a group of kings are telling themselves that if something really happens to those long-eared people, then let them die.

Duke, who was beside Llane, was a little puzzled. As a time traveler and a hardcore gamer, he remembered most of the historical trends. Why did the high elves not seem to be so crazy in attracting hatred?

Well, anyway, the league was built just as Duke imagined.

There was nothing more to do with Duke after that.

As the man behind the scenes, Duke had temporarily completed his mission. The rest of the matters concerning the distribution of military supplies, coordination of military operations, and intelligence linkage had nothing to do with Duke.

It was naturally the king who was arguing with the king. Although Llane really wanted Duke to be around to give him more advice, Duke choked Llane with just one sentence.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I still have 1,300 reports and documents to review. If I continue to stay here, this number will double tomorrow. I don't rule out the possibility that your citizens and soldiers will be reduced in number during the winter due to various situations not being handled in a timely manner. After all, Southshore is close to the Alterac Mountains, and the winter here is much colder than Stormwind City."

Llane had no choice but to put Duke back into the State Guesthouse.

Back at the State Guesthouse, Makaro opened the door for Duke, and as soon as he opened the door, Duke saw his maid Vanessa.

Duke wanted to be corrupt and wanted Vanessa to wear a very modern black and white lace maid outfit. Then, Vanessa, who was very independent, ignored the order of Duke, the Duke of Karazhan and the Archmage, and removed all the fancy lace by herself, removing the low-cut front and turning it into a tight black skirt, and the black skirt was almost ankle-length.

Don't even think about cat ears or anything like that.

Well! This is the maid costume of this era.

Duke wanted to say something else, but Vanessa snorted and turned away without even looking at Duke.

Duke would not have murdered a 13-year-old girl. He just wanted to please her. It shouldn't be against the law... Woohoo! I won't say more. It will only bring me tears.

The poor Duke was buried in a huge amount of reports and documents.

Duke was at least happy, but Llane and Anduin were truly exhausted. The meetings between nations were almost endless wrangling.

For the benefit of their own country, the kings fought hard.

It took 5 days, a full 5 days to finalize a relatively complete charter.

And this alliance was officially named the "Alliance of Lordaeron" just as history had said. In fact, it was not until the destruction of Lordaeron in later generations and more races joined that people removed the three words "Lordaeron" in front of the Alliance and simply called it the "Alliance."

It was one day longer than the four-day meeting Duke remembered, mainly because Llane was not dead.

Moreover, none of the kings were willing to hand over the leadership to Terenas, because they all felt that Terenas Menethil wanted to take advantage of this tribal invasion to formally unify the human kingdoms in one fell swoop and turn himself into the second Emperor Thoradin.

The kings of the six countries, who were sensitive to all this, united to resist Terenas' complete control of all the power of the leader.

In a sense, compromise itself is part of politics.

Sensing the resolute opposition of the kings, and facing a powerful enemy, Terenas did not insist too much, and finally on the fifth day he put forward a suggestion which he thought was very ruthless - to let Lothar, the son of Emperor Thoradin, serve as the supreme commander of the Alliance, and he, Terenas, would only be the nominal leader. All countries would provide troops according to their national strength and hand them over to Lothar for unified command.

It has to be said that Terenas Menethil II's military power is approximately zero, but his political value is definitely a full 100, making him a ruthless person.

When the king of another country is still alive and well, you promote his minister to be the commander-in-chief to rule the seven kings. Isn't this heartbreaking and alienating?

Of course, Terenas also said it in a high-sounding manner: "Since our ancestors once gathered under the banner of Emperor Thoradin more than two thousand years ago, let our new alliance look up to the same banner."

No matter what, the seven kingdoms share the same origin, and Lothar is indeed the best banner.

Llane was also a king with supreme courage and magnanimity. When Lothar showed hesitation, Llane agreed immediately.

"Don't hesitate! Anduin! You are our hope for restoration! From the moment we evacuated Stormwind City, didn't we swear together that no matter what happened, we would revive the Kingdom of Stormwind? Have you forgotten our oath?"

"But I..."

"Don't care about those false reputations. You are still the loyal you, and I am still the me who believes in you. Even if you don't believe in yourself, you should at least believe in me who 'always believes in you'. As long as our will and beliefs remain unchanged, why should we care about what the world says? Moreover, if it is you, what does it matter if I give you the throne? I believe that if the Storm Kingdom is in your hands, it will also stand tall among the nations of the world."

These words were very serious, so serious that all attempts to sow discord were meaningless, and these words were said in front of the kings of the Alliance. If Anduin Lothar was really a villain, it would not be impossible for him to seek the throne of Stormwind Kingdom with the testimony of the kings.

Llane's words suddenly moved the kings.

However, these almost tongue-twister-like words expressed Llane's most sincere and thorough trust, which was a supreme trust that completely transcended life and the inheritance of offspring.

"No, no..." Lothar originally wanted to refuse, but seeing Llane's extremely passionate and sincere eyes, Lothar softened his heart. After thinking for a moment, Lothar said, "Well, Llane, I hope to become a duke, at least as the duke of Storm Kingdom..."

Lothar was interrupted before he could finish.

"No, no, no." King Terenas came over. Although the kings were watching from behind, his voice was so soft that Lothar and Llane were sure they were the only ones who could hear his words. Terenas explained, "Believe me, as a king, a duke and a knight from another country wandering around in my territory are definitely two different mental states."

That's right, in the eyes of kings, knights are insignificant, but dukes are the pillars of the country.

When Lothar heard this, his eyelids twitched.

"Perhaps you will think that I am trying to sow discord between you and your subjects, but unfortunately, this is the only choice." The ruler of the Kingdom of Lordaeron continued to explain quietly: "Every king hopes to deal with the problems of the Horde by himself, and at the same time they are very reluctant to see another king enter their territory. Sir Lothar, you are not a king, and your status is not high, so they don't think you can gain any benefit from it. On the other hand, your noble bloodline is enough for them not to think that they are despised by other kings."

After careful consideration, Lothar finally nodded: "Okay, I accept the position of leader of the Alliance."

Lothar's voice was always loud, and his acceptance immediately made many kings breathe a sigh of relief.

Terenas looked up and raised his arms. "Then I declare all disputes within the Alliance of Lordaeron to be over! We shall fight side by side, just as our ancestors did in the Empire of Arathor."

After confirming that every king had nodded, Terenas continued, "Now the only person who is suitable to lead our army and inherit the bloodline of the great ancestor Emperor Thoradin - Sir Anduin Lothar has agreed. So, we, the kings of the Alliance, hereby declare that Sir Anduin Lothar, the general of Stormwind, will become our supreme commander! The troops sent by each of our kingdoms must obey his orders. Those who violate the orders will be subject to the most severe sanctions by all other alliances in the name of the descendants of Arathor!"

The last obstacle to forming an alliance has finally been cleared.

As King Terenas finished his words, thunderous applause finally broke out in the throne room that had been noisy for days.

Perhaps it was the thunderous applause that came from a common enemy.

Perhaps this is applause that resonates from the same blood.

Whatever the purpose, it doesn't matter. What matters is that this marks the unity of mankind after thousands of years of division. Not only humans, but also dwarf allies, this pan-human alliance finally showed its sharp claws to the invaders.

October 13th, Year 1 of Dark Gate.

It was the dawn of the day, and the morning mist covered the land as usual. The sleepy citizens of Lordaeron had stretched themselves and started a new day of activities.

Maybe they are preparing to go to the fields to harvest crops, or preparing to open a shop for business.

Although the dawn was still dark, the people in the city knew that a new day had arrived. A light mist enveloped their beautiful brick and wood houses and covered the wide streets of the royal city with a veil.

Even so, this was still the beautiful city of Lordaeron that they were familiar with. Everything in sight, the sounds in ears, the calm urban atmosphere, everything was the same as before.

But the next moment, as the messenger cavalry shouted along the street, everything changed.

They galloped on horseback and shouted loudly. This method of spreading news, which was only used when reporting good news, had not been used by the citizens of Lordaeron for many years.

The last time was when Prince Arthas, the heir to King Terenas, was born.

On this day, every citizen of Lordaeron heard the news.

"In order to deal with the increasingly rampant orc invasions, the seven human kingdoms including Lordaeron and the dwarf kingdom of Khaz Modan jointly formed a pan-human alliance - the Alliance of Lordaeron. The leader of the alliance is King Terenas Menethil II of Lordaeron, and the supreme commander of the allied forces is the noble Sir Anduin Lothar, a direct descendant of Emperor Thoradin! All allied countries must contribute troops, money and manpower to be deployed by Commander Lothar!"

"The most revered Archbishop of the Holy Light, Alonsus Faol, announced that the Lordaeron Alliance is the agent of justice. The Church of the Holy Light will join the Alliance as a church and give every soldier of the Alliance the blessing of the Holy Light and supreme courage."

Within three days, the news spread like wildfire, and the entire human and dwarf world was in an uproar!