Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Half a month passed in a flash, and envoys from various Alliance countries arrived in the capital of Lordaeron one after another.

At this time, the royal capital has been completely renewed.

Of course, the scale has been reduced, and the outskirts of the new city are still under construction.

However, the royal capital can still accommodate 100,000 people at this time.

Although New Lordaeron is still under construction, the completed inner city area has been decorated from the inside out.

Today is the day of the new king's coronation. In this world that values ​​blood inheritance, as long as the royal bloodline is passed down, the country will remain standing!

The city was bustling with activity. A large number of citizens who had just arrived from Tirisfal Glades, East Wilder and West Wilder were dressed in their most respectable clothes and crowded into the square outside the palace to congratulate and cheer for the upcoming coronation ceremony.

It has been almost two years since the outbreak of the Scourge. In order to escape the Scourge, the people of Lordaeron were forced to leave their prosperous and fertile land and seek refuge in remote corners of various provinces.

Fortunately, with the heroic resistance of the people of Lordaeron, the encouragement of Princess Calia, and the help of the Alliance, they suppressed those dirty undead!

Although I heard that there is still a group of stubborn undead lurking in the sewers of the royal city, they can no longer pose a threat!

Knights in bright armor stood guard on both sides of the street every five steps or ten steps. Red wool carpets were laid on the ground, extending from the north gate to the entrance of the palace.

Different from the enthusiastic citizens, representatives from all the member states of the alliance were present in the viewing stands of the Kingdom Square, and even the kings of most countries and forces were present in person.

The older generation includes Thoras Trollbane, Genn Greymane, Daelin Proudmoore, Llane Wrynn, Anduin Lothar, and Gandalf.

Kael'thas Sunstrider, Magni Bronzebeard, Kurland Wildhammer, Gimli, Daval Prestor and others were also present.

In addition to these heads of state, a large number of nobles of various kinds dressed in gorgeous clothes also came. The reconstruction of Lordaeron was a grand event, and there were many opportunities in it. How could they let it go?

Although there were a lot of people, they did not make loud noises, but only whispered to each other occasionally.

clang!

clang!

The old bell tower in the capital was struck, and the clear sound resounded through the sky. Everyone who was still cheering fell silent at this moment, and in tacit understanding, they all focused their eyes on the gate of the palace.

At this moment, the knights guarding the palace knelt on one knee, with their right fists clenched against their hearts to show their unswerving faith and loyalty.

As the hymns floated, an elderly elder brought the protagonist of the coronation ceremony from the palace to the center of the square in front of the palace gate.

"Long live Queen Calia!"

After the protagonist appeared, the excited people began to shout loudly and wave their hands wildly.

Alonsus, who had already stepped down, once again presided over the coronation ceremony. As he came to the center of the square holding a Holy Book of Light, the crowd instantly fell silent.

" today!"

"It is a sacred day. The last bloodline of the Menethil family, Princess Calia, will inherit Lordaeron's former glory, the sorrow it is currently enduring, and the future of its upcoming revival!"

" today!"

"We will witness the arrival of a new era here!"

"Calia Menethil, are you able to shoulder such a heavy responsibility and lead the people of Lordaeron to break through the darkness and live in the light again?"

"I solemnly promise! I will become the sword and shield of the people of Lordaeron, and use my will to build a protective wall for the people!"

At this time, the Grand Master of the Knights of the Silver Hand was holding a gorgeous box, which contained a gorgeous crown.

The old bishop came to Uther and held up the crown.

"In the name of the Holy Light, Calia Menethil, you will be the legitimate king of the Kingdom of Lordaeron!" The Archbishop slowly and firmly placed the crown on Calia's forehead, and then he smiled kindly.

"May the Light protect you, child!"

Garin saw that the crown had been placed on Jialiya's head and glanced at the paladins on and off the stage.

The old brothers received Garin's signal and nodded.

"One day I will be old, and you will be crowned king!"

These words echoed in Garin's mind. I'm afraid Terenas would never have thought that the person crowned king would be his own daughter!

Garen shook his head and was the first to activate the power of holy light in his body. Then Uther, Turalyon, Gavinrad and a group of paladins spread their wings of holy light together.

The power of holy light illuminates the entire new city with golden light!

Everyone was cheering for witnessing this historic moment!

"Long live the Queen!"

"Long live the Queen!"

Thunderous applause and cheers broke out instantly, and the enthusiastic atmosphere in the entire capital reached its peak!

The coronation ceremony was over but the people did not disperse. They began to celebrate in the city. This was the beginning of a new life!

In the viewing gallery, Solas raised the wine glass in his hand and gestured to King Llane.

The two old acquaintances clinked their glasses.

"Lion, I heard that you are going to pass the throne to Varian?" Solas drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Yes, I am old, and my old injuries flare up from time to time. Even the priests of Storm Cathedral are helpless. I may not live for many more years!"

Solas was silent.

Ryan is a wise king, but his talent is not top-notch. He is only at the peak of the ninth level. Moreover, as he ages, his body gradually ages, and there is a tendency for him to fall from the peak...

But Solas is at the pinnacle of legend, and!

After Garin grew up, he had not been on the scene for ten years. Those chronic diseases that the priests could not cure were completely non-existent in front of Solas, who drank the fountain of life as water.

This is also the reason why that little bastard Garin refused to inherit the throne!

His old father Solas is still strong and can even have a second child!

"Alas! I also want to abdicate and give the throne to the younger generation."

Solas sighed. Varian's child was already two years old, and he didn't even know where his grandson was.

"Gene, what do you mean, old man? You are already very old, and the new kings of Lordaeron are all juniors. Do you want us to abdicate together? I think Liam is a good kid, he is not as stubborn as you!"

"Humph! Can you be better than Jialin?"

King Genn turned his head away in dissatisfaction and ignored Solas.

The kings were discussing on the side, but they didn't notice Sir Lothar who kept his head down...

This old marshal, the descendant of Emperor Thoradin, was approached by his ancestor on his first day in Tirisfal Glades...

A severe lesson...