Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 386 35. If our iron hooves continue to move forward...--add more for the Rainbow Little Bear Brothers【910】

The battle of Khaz Modan failed, Ironforge fell, and even the friendly dwarves lost their news. Menethil Port in the wetland was burned to white ground by the undead. Junction sky parade.

This series of bad news was like a combination of crazy and fierce punches, which made the northern border countries dizzy.

The last imperial soldiers and high elf reinforcements were ambushed by death knights in the Valley of the Kings on their way to Thersamar. Less than a third of them escaped. Ma's mountain road, all the way to the wetland in the northwest, but at the Orgaz Pass, he ran head-on into the encirclement of the death lord Luminas in the wetland.

Faced with the encirclement and suppression of the most elite Hellfire Legion of the Dark Blade Knights, more than 10,000 human soldiers and thousands of high elves who went to Khaz Modan to support the dwarves finally fled back to Arathi Highlands, only a few hundred people... This is no longer a sentence that can describe the damage as heavy. This is completely annihilated.

And the one who led them back to the hinterland of the empire was one of the frontline commanders of Khaz Modan, Archmage Rommath from the Silvermoon Council of Quel'Thalas. , has completely changed into another person.

There are two hideous scars on his handsome face, which are the marks left when he fought against the death lord Saurfang, and the left cuff of his mage robe is empty, and his left arm has been left forever. On the battlefield in the wetlands, he was chopped off by Luminas' black rune sword. The pain of being slaughtered by Luminas is so bloody that the archmage still can't let go of it.

But even more frightening is the news the Archmage brought back... news about the commanders on the front lines.

Dwarf King Magni, His Majesty Bronzebeard, is missing...Suspectedly killed in battle.

Human commander Danas Trollbane died in battle.

Saidan Dathrohan, Grand Knight of the Knights of the Silver Hand, died in battle.

All of the 3,500 Silver Hand paladins who followed Dathrohan to the front were killed except for the 203 who miraculously survived at the end.

The 1,500 battle mages and 2,500 rangers of the High Elf Firewing Mage Legion died in the final battle in the wetlands to cover the escape of the survivors.

If it is said that the fall of Stormwind City in the ravages of the undead brought only a kind of shock to the northern nobles, then now, at this moment, they really feel fear. The Arathi Highlands at the entrance were only a short distance away, and some timid nobles were scared out of their wits.

In the past few weeks, there has been a wave of immigration towards Kul Tiras within the human empire in the northern border. The most desperate people believe that the human empire cannot stop the black undead, and sooner or later the Eastern Continent will Fallen, and the island nation of Kul Tiras, far away from the mainland, will become the last surviving place of the human empire.

This kind of turmoil caused by fear suddenly caused the largest city in Kul Tiras, the price of the port of Boralus to soar, causing the people under the Proudmoore family who ruled here to complain.

But if these nobles who are eager to avoid disaster know that the Dark Blade King, who has become synonymous with fear in the Eastern Continent, has set his sights on Kul Tiras in recent days, I don't know how they will feel .

Of course, in the face of powerful enemies, it is impossible for the huge human empire to be full of cowards who want to escape, and no matter how corrupt a ruling class is, there will always be someone who will stand up and fight for the tens of millions of people in the entire northern border. Residents fulfill their own responsibilities and missions.

Representatives of the Ironforge royal family have arrived!

Representatives of the royal family of Quel'Thalas arrive!

The representative of the Wildhammer dwarves arrives!

The representative of Stormwind Kingdom has arrived!

Accompanied by the clear voices of the attendants, one representative after another walked into the royal court of Alterac City. Unlike the solemnity and solemnity of this place in the past, at this time, the king and the representatives were in the same room. Very dignified, the ominous premonition that the disaster is coming is weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

The flags of the Seven Kingdoms and the coats of arms of the great nobles fluttered above the tall palace of the palace. On the walls on both sides, their respective battle flags were prepared for today's foreign visitors, and some international organizations Banners of the Holy Light are also hung at the entrance of the palace, such as the Church of the Holy Light, the Knights of the Silver Hand and the Dalaran Mages Guild, as well as the Explorers' Guild.

On the main seat of the palace, the current emperor Lothar is wearing a robe, and the few white hairs left on his head are neatly combed. He is wearing a not-so-luxurious imperial crown, and he is standing in front of his position. A man who walked into the court greeted him.

His Majesty the Emperor is very gentle today, not as restless and angry as he was some time ago.

But everyone knows that at today's big meeting, important decisions will definitely be made, whether the participants are willing or not, it will appear.

A lot of sad things have happened during this time.

The gate of the palace was slowly closed, and when the meeting began, Emperor Lothar stood up from his seat. He looked at the people on the huge round table in front of him, and said in a calm tone:

First, the Kingdom of Stormwind fell under the iron hooves of the undead. I saw that hellish scene with my own eyes. When the boat full of refugees docked in South Sea Town, I thought it was a wake-up call. A wake-up call that can tell us what kind of changes have taken place in the world.

The emperor nodded towards Countess Caterina, who represented the Stormwind Kingdom at the meeting. The latter was wearing a plain black robe with white cloth strips on her arms. She responded with a sad smile.

Lothar's eyes turned to the others, staying for a moment on the eyes of each king, and finally, he spoke again:

I had hoped that this calamity bell would unite us to use all our strength to face the evil provocation.

But sadly, we didn't.

When the dwarven friends of Ironforge came to us for help, we should have realized that the kingdom of an important ally was suffering the same disaster as the Kingdom of Stormwind, and we should have tried our best to help them, but we... did not.

Lothar's deep voice made the young king of Stormgard, Galen Trollbane, who had just succeeded to the throne, bow his head in shame. He knew why His Majesty the Emperor would say such words.

Long before Danas Trollbane, the cousin of the young King Garin, set off, Emperor Lothar personally invited him to have a long talk, hoping that Stormgard would send more forces to follow Danas General, but King Garin refused, because many ministers in the kingdom were opposed to sending out large-scale troops, and their reasons were very good. Several wars took place in the Arathi Highlands, and the civilians in the Kingdom of Stormgard were already miserable .

King Garin thought it was the right choice, but now, after confirming his cousin, after confirming the death of the best general in all of Stormgard, he realized... he was wrong.

We should have persuaded our wise allies to join us, to preserve the precious forces that stood on the side of the living, and unite around us to resist death, but...we did not.

Lothar's eyes paused briefly on Prince Kael'thas who was present at the meeting. Although the handsome and wise high elf prince's face remained unchanged, under the table, his fists on his knees, Also clenched tightly.

There was some regret and pain in Kael'thas' eyes. The human emperor once went to Quel'Thalas and asked Quel'Thalas to send world-famous magic power to help humans and dwarves, but the intricate power within the Silvermoon Council However, the Fire Wing Legion and the Far Traveler Legion, which were supposed to be fully mobilized, only mobilized less than one-tenth of their strength.

Prince Kael'thas felt ashamed of himself. He felt that if he persisted in the resolution meeting in Quel'Thalas, he might be able to win more support and let those who died in Kasmo Dan's fellow citizens would not have suffered such a terrible end.

And this tragic failure also completely severed the relationship between Archmage Romanth and other Silvermoon councilors who returned to Quel'Thalas. this side.

We should have used this disaster to inspire the courage and will of the people with firm confrontation, send all people of insight to where they should be, and let them play their own roles in their own positions. maximum effect, but we ... didn't.

The emperor's last words made Uther Lightbringer, the Grand Leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand, who had been awarded an honorary surname by the royal family of Lordaeron a few months ago, bow his head in pain.

There should have been two great knights heading to Khaz Modan this time, Tirion Fordring and Saidan Dathrohan, but just a week before departure, a town in Hearthglen, the fief of Old Fording, The captain, a villain named Barthilas, secretly reported the great knight Old Fording to the Knights of the Silver Hand, saying that he abused his power and shielded dangerous orcs.

Afterwards, it proved that it was just the delusion and slander of a despicable villain. There was indeed an orc staying in Old Fording's house for a few days, but it was secretly placed in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the son of the Frostwolf Chief who existed as a proton, Thrall .

Fording did nothing wrong, but because of some disgusting struggles within the Silver Hand and Lordaeron, Fording was imprisoned for nearly a week and missed the time to go to the front line of Khaz Modan with Dathrohan , and if Fording was by his side when Dathrohan died in battle, maybe Dathrohan would not...

We made mistakes, folks.

Lothar didn't want to blame anyone. He knew very well that when the disaster had already happened, abuse and accusations would only make the situation worse, but he was also unwilling to play games with the king and the nobles in this way. Now, whether they like it or not, Lothar has made the final decision when the undead may knock at the gate at any time.

In the face of the raging undead, the Holy Arathor Empire must truly unite in order to see the hope of victory. We must eliminate internal barriers, and we must truly unite spiritually.

The emperor's fist hit the table in front of him. This sound made everyone look up at him, and Lothar took a deep breath and announced to everyone in front of him:

With the sacred rights bestowed by the emperor and blood of the empire, I declare! From today, the Holy Arathor Empire enters a state of war! All kingdoms must send at least two-thirds of the kingdom's standing army to the Arathi Highlands, these armies will be personally commanded by me and my chosen commander.

The Knights of the Silver Hand will recruit all qualified male and female youths over the age of 16 in the Seven Kingdoms from today to form the Reserve Knights of the Silver Hand, and all current official knights will cancel their vacations and rush to the city within 15 days. Arathi battlefield!

From today, the Church of the Holy Light must shift the focus of its work to the production of holy water and protective scrolls. In previous battles, it has been proved that holy water can cause devastating damage to low-level undead, and protective scrolls can also protect The battle between paladins and high-level undead will not be infected by the evil plague.

The Council of Six in Dalaran must also select qualified mages to join the sequence of battle mages starting today. After one month, I hope to see a magic force that can decide the battle situation on the Arathi Highlands battlefield!

Lothar's voice echoed in the court. The solemn and stern order made some nobles tremble. It was not until today that they really saw the terrible majesty of the emperor in Lothar. That is a sentence It can mobilize the royal power of nearly ten million people.

And you, my dwarven friends from Ironforge and the Aerie Mountains.

In the silence, Lothar's gaze turned to Princess Moira Bronzebeard, Lord Falstad, and Prince Kael'thas who were sitting at the end of the round table. He sincerely said to the representatives of the dwarves and elves :

Everything that happened in Railway Castle makes people sigh. I know that the Bronzebeard dwarves have suffered terrible losses, but I still hope that Bronzebeard can show his strength and work together with the Wildhammer dwarves and the Quel'Thalas elves. Joining the empire's war sequence...I don't know if I can defeat those undead...

Lothar took a deep breath, looked at them, and waved his fist in the air:

But I can be sure that before I, the emperor of the Holy Arathor Empire, die in battle, no one will be able to cross our line of defense and harm your people!

The voice of the emperor became higher and higher. He turned his head and looked at the human kings with different expressions. Finally, the old Archbishop of the Holy Light, Faona, had a gentle and supportive gaze. The archbishop was supported by the arch knight Uther. Standing up, he leaned slightly towards Lothar, and said to the others in a weak tone like an old man:

Holy Light Church, I would like to obey His Majesty's order.

This weak voice, like a real heavy hammer, hammered into the hearts of everyone present at the meeting. Lothar couldn't help clenching his fists. He looked at the others with an almost roaring expression. The tone shouted:

I beg everyone to contribute their own efforts for the survival of northern Xinjiang. Who is willing to dedicate themselves to this great cause with me! Who is willing to dedicate everything with me to the burning of the true spiritual fire of the empire? Stand up!

Stand up, stand with me! Let the undead see, they can never destroy us.

The emperor's roar echoed in the court, and under the double encouragement of shame and excitement, His Majesty Galin Trollbane was the first to stand up and stretched out his hand towards the emperor, followed by the admiral of Kul Tiras. , then the Countess of Stormwind, then the Archmage of Dalaran, then the Prince of Gilneas, and finally, the calm King Terenas.

When seven human hands, two dwarves' hands, and an elf's hand held tightly together, the true Iron Alliance, under the weight of death, fully revived.