Stormwind God

The undead canopy shrouded in the sky has become a sign of the Scourge's attack.

Almost as soon as the black sky receded, cheers from the tsunami mountain began to echo from the distant military formations on the city walls!

Lordaeron ’s allies are so happy, so happy!

Since the day of Arthas' uncle, a huge stone has been pressing on the hearts of Lordaerons.

Is Lordaeron finished?

Is King Menethil going to sever?

We still have a future, do we still have hope?

result……

Princess Kalia, who had announced her death for more than ten years, magically appeared at a critical moment, stabilizing her disintegration.

Then with the joining of the Dark Portal, and now finally guarding the Lord of the Rhododendrons from relying on the holy city of Stratholme!

This directly boiled the morale of the Lordaerons.

"Long live!"

"Holy city bless us!"

"Long live Duke Marcus!"

The generals, whether it was Moglieni's elite Scarlet Crusade, the Stratholme formed by Saidan Dasuohan, or the Dark Portal of Turalyon, everyone cheered and held up arms.

"Pap! Pap!" The Sword and Shield soldiers beat the shield rhythmically with a wide sword, making loud noises like drums.

Surrounded by the three Paladins, Duke could only rely on Mograine's guards to help open the way, and he could enter Stratholme through a crowded and enthusiastic crowd.

It's natural to rejoice when old friends don't meet again for a long time.

Unlike Mograine, Saidan and Turalyon met for the first time after Duke returned.

Although Turalyon was more of a listener and a activist, he asked Duke almost at the first sight: "Is Tirion and Gavenlad okay?"

"Not bad, at least those two guys can practice each other together, and then discuss the light with the Virgin Virgin?"

"Virgin Virgin? Sounds a beauty?" Saidan whistled lightly.

Duke's face was weird: "If you ignore her height over 60 feet and her stone skin, she is a beautiful woman as a Titan giant."

Karazhan didn't know much about Seydan and was embarrassed. However, he was more active and leaped, and immediately smiled: "Then I really want to see, who are our first generations stronger?"

"It's a pity Uther ..." Turalyon sighed suddenly.

In the first and second generation of Paladins, in addition to Uther, it was really impossible to find a second leader who could subdue all the Paladins.

It stands to reason that the remaining six early Paladins were eligible.

Regrettably, Reginald and Gavenrad are Duke's direct descendants. Berval vowed to be loyal to the Stormwind Kingdom rather than the Light Doctrine itself. Turalyon preferred the commander over the spiritual leader. Saidan was more personal heroic. Leo was silent for another 13 years and he hasn't been back yet.

As the head of the second generation of Paladins, Alexandros Mograine is slightly less qualified.

Thus, in the post-Usel era, the Silver Hand was more like a collaborative organization.

Fortunately, under the oppression of the common dead enemies of the Scourge, the Paladins are still closely united.

Entering Stratholme, in the temporarily requisitioned command post in the city center, Mograine first expressed his concerns.

"The actions of the Scourge are too unusual."

Turalyon nodded: "I also feel too quiet. Although there is not enough intelligence to support it, it gives me an ominous premonition. I always feel that Arthas is planning a bigger plot."

Duke sighed: "Alsace once captured the Sunwell, but let go of this invaluable source of magic. Just resurrected another great Lich Kel'Thuzad, and then left. You do n’t Do you think this tells one thing? "

That answer is already on the horizon.

"It's natural to look down on the Sunwell because they have a better goal, that is, the new Eternal Well closer to the original."

"What? Where?" The three Paladins asked in unison.

Going to an empty table, when Duke raised his hand, a dozen mage's hands cleared all the debris on the table, and then spread a map of Azeroth he had drawn from memory on the table. .

Of course, there are only three continents of the Eastern Kingdom, Northrend, and Kalimdor. Those places that are not widely known at the present stage are dumbly pretended to be dumb by Duke, pretending that they do not exist.

"This is ..." The generals breathed quickly.

Every map is a huge amount of engineering work. And because it is misled by the old maps, or the weather, all kinds of magical accidents, the mapping of the maps is very inaccurate.

No one is more aware of the importance of an accurate map than these generals who are always out.

Now, this big map made by Du someone who relied on the memories in the game that year was four meters by four meters.

Although the map making ... is very game-oriented, in this era, even military maps have only rough maps with black lines. Compared to Duke's map with specific place names, partition boundaries and main monsters, it is a national treasure. Level stuff.

This is not a joke. If it has not been for the past ten years or so to fight the alliance as a whole, the specific topographic maps of each country or something are hidden in the military headquarters of each country.

Duke pointed to the memory on the map: "I don't know what the Scourge will do. But if those bones want to reach the Well of Eternity, then they must at least find a way to cross the endless sea to Azshara , And then break the defense of the powerful night elves, and finally reach Mount Hyjal. "

World Tree Nordrassil!

Thinking of the most powerful world tree of this era, Duke couldn't help but be a little stunned.

All right!

The stage and script are ready.

When is the actor playing?

At this moment, in Dalaran City.

Alsace walked among the ruins of the city, and the dark clouds accumulated over the city turned it into a cold, eternal night.

It feels great to return to the cold. The eternal kingdom of Elfland is full of flowers and vitality, which makes him uncomfortable. It always reminds him of the Lordaeron Palace Garden, which often played with Jaina when he was a child, and the snapdragon of Banier Farm.

Now he likes it better, the ruins show decadence, death and despair.

The cold winds washed him away, and the cold suppressed those memories.

The feelings brought by the memories no longer do any good to him, only bring weakness, and in Arthas Menethil's heart, there is no room for weakness.

Suddenly, Kel'Thuzad came, and he bowed with a stupid body: "Everything is ready."