Chapter 422 36. Elegy. Heavy Duty (Part 2)

"I finally caught up."

After a big battle, Lothar personally led the heavy cavalry to disperse the undead forward, coupled with the stubborn resistance of the paladins in the rear, finally repelled this wave of undead's extremely dangerous surprise attack.

And in the incomplete front-line fortress, Turalyon Grand Knight, whom he had not seen for a long time, wiped his bloody face with water, and said to Emperor Lothar standing beside him:

"Marshal, I didn't disappoint you, did I?"

Lothar looked at the big knight in front of him with a nostalgic look, and he said softly:

"Of course, Turalyon, you never let me down...but I'm curious, didn't they say you stayed on Draenor? Follow those naaru to learn the teachings of the Light and find ways to heal your soul, Why did you suddenly appear in Arathi Highlands?"

"I have heard about everything that is happening in the motherland from the esteemed Naruadal."

After grooming, the Turalyon knight regained his handsome and resolute face. He sat beside Lothar, telling his story to the human emperor.

"A'dal and Mr. Velen have always been in contact. After hearing that the undead began to attack the human empire, I bid farewell to those friendly Speakers of the Holy Light and returned to this world from the portal of darkness controlled by the undead... As for those The knights who followed me were prisoners of war I rescued from the kingdom controlled by the undead, from the Kingdom of Stormwind...that place is now called the Defias Federation, all the way to the wetlands, our number is increasing."

The big knight shook his head sadly:

"In the end, when we crossed the Thoradin Bridge...the ice bridge controlled by the undead, we lost many warriors. I took them from Defar Bay to cross the blockade of the undead. When we appeared on the high ground , happened to meet the undead attacking Stromgarde... By the way, Marshal, I heard that Danas..."

Mentioning this question, the human emperor couldn't help but sigh:

"Because of our decision-making mistakes, Danas was surrounded by the undead. He died in the snow field of Khaz Modan, and more than one madman saw him on the battlefield. He was resurrected by the undead. Sorry, but he is our enemy now."

"boom"

Turalyon slammed his fist on the table in front of him, the anger and sadness on his face was undisguised.

"I'm still late... If I could go faster, maybe... maybe Danas wouldn't..."

"It's not your fault, kid."

Lothar patted Turalyon on the shoulder:

"It's not your fault, this is his fate, next time we meet him, we will let him rest in peace, now, go to rest, Uther and Fording have heard the news of your return, they are now fast Come to Stromgarde, and your mentor Faol, you'd better take some time to see him, your health is not optimistic."

"I see."

Turalyon nodded, then turned and left. Looking at his leaving back, Lothar's eyes shone with a different kind of light. The file was handed to Lothar.

"This is the news from our spies in the Defias Federal District and the Black Iron District. It does mention that some prisons of the undead have been breached. It is basically consistent with what the Grand Knight said. For those Paladins who have returned to the empire The inquiry is ongoing, but there is no suspicious point at present."

Lothar looked at the information in his hand, and after a while, he said to the intelligence officer behind him:

"Help me invite Mr. Velen to come to Alterac, as well as Master Antonidas and the archmages of Quel'Thalas who specialize in disguise magic."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The intelligence officer responded, but after a while, he asked in a low voice:

"Your Majesty, are you doubting the great knight's loyalty?"

"It's not suspicion, White, it's prudent... concern."

Emperor Lothar rubbed his beard, he squinted:

"What happened to Master Shaw has given us a warning. Turalyon has also suffered the same experience, which makes me have to be more suspicious, but I hope that this Turalyon in front of me is still the same person I used to be. Brave and sincere lieutenant . . . too many bad things have happened over the years."

"If he is not real, then in front of masters of the magic world like Velen, he will definitely show his feet. If he is real, then returning from Draenor's long journey to support the Empire's war has already proved that Turalyon It is credible, there are many things, those important things, can be entrusted to him to do."

"During these troubled times, I hope everything goes well. By the way, White, is there a letter from Kul Tiras?"

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Emperor Lothar repeatedly asked his valet if he had any news from Kul Tiras, even on the most anxious battlefield, he never forgot this matter, which fully demonstrated the importance of something he was worried about.

This matter is indeed very important, because it is related to the retreat of the human empire.

Before he became emperor, Lothar was an excellent battlefield commander. He knew very well how important it was to have a retreat route at the last moment, whether it was a war or a group.

Especially when the undead in southern Xinjiang aggressively attacked northern Xinjiang, Lothar urgently needed a retreat, not for him or his soldiers, but for unarmed civilians.

Once Stromgarde falls, once this worst case occurs, the gate to the hinterland of northern Xinjiang will be completely opened to the cave of the dead. At that time, Lothar can certainly continue to prevent resistance within the country, but those civilians will definitely suffer. Seeing the devastation brought about by the war, and as an excellent commander, Lothar knows very well how important the stability of civilians is to a protracted war.

Why were humans able to persist until the moment of counterattack under the repeated attacks of the orcs? It is because even at the most brutal juncture of the war, the Stratholme region in Lordaeron, the hinterland of Gilneas, and the overseas kingdom of Kul Tiras were not threatened by orcs, and the people there could live in peace and produce more With more food, grit your teeth and support the front line to survive.

Now, Lothar is facing the same problem, but the difference is that the current Gilneas and Kul Tiras have lost their internal stability, while Lordaeron is struggling alone. However, once the undead invaded the Hillsbrad hills, it meant that the empire's backing would face a terrible challenge. Even if Quel'Thalas firmly stood on the side of the empire, it would be difficult to reverse the decline.

Although the high elves are strong in combat, their number is too small...the entire Quel'Thalas has only 1.8 million people including children, and the number of people in Stratholme in Lordaeron is far more than this number , the number of people is small, and inheritance is difficult. This is a common problem of longevity species, which cannot be changed at all.

Under such circumstances, Lothar must find a suitable rear for the people facing war challenges in the country...

And he frequently communicated secretly with King Dailin of Kul Tiras just for this matter.

"I was entrusted by the emperor to find a suitable settlement for the people of the empire before the undead war proceeds to the next stage."

In the desolate port of Boralus, which has been washed by the flames of war, Dai Lin, who is fully armed and wearing a captain's hat, is saying goodbye to his wife and son. Behind him is the King of the Sea and five warships. There is also a small fleet composed of 6 troop carriers and supply ships, fighting against the undead in Kul Tiras, and when the third and fourth fleets disappeared, Dai Lin could not take too many warships.

Once the suppression of the undead in Drustvar by the sea power cannot be guaranteed, the Tiragarde Strait, which is slowly being recovered by the navy, will inevitably attract new challenges.

"Don't worry about me, Catherine, my wife, this will be my last voyage."

Dai Lin hugged his wife affectionately, and he whispered in her ear:

"I'll be back soon, and then I won't leave again. The nightmare of almost losing you once is enough. Drake has grown up. He should shoulder a heavier mission and learn to be an excellent player. king."

"Does my admiral want to retire?"

Queen Catherine, who was still pale, smiled and helped her husband straighten the ribbons on his clothes. She said softly:

"You are in the prime of life, my husband, and you have a long time to sail the seas."

"But I will step down as king, Catherine."

Dai Lin wiped his black beard, he looked back at a blue sea, he said:

"Maybe I will become a general and go to the mainland to help Lothar fight off those damn undead, and then we will go to Dalaran together, grow up with our daughter, and watch her marry a guy who can make us feel at ease. "

"I just, don't want to ignore my family anymore."

Dai Lin stroked the silver anchor pendant on her chest. It was a treasure passed down from generation to generation by the Proudmoore family. It was said that it was blessed by the sea. No matter where it was lost, it could bring the captain and crew back to their hometown. .

The king of Kul Tiras touched his wife's no longer young face for the last time, and he looked back at his son, Prince Drake Proudmoore, a grown man.

"Drake, protect your mother and your country until I come back."

Dai Lin said to her son in an entrusting tone:

"Fuck those undead hard. When I come back, I hope to see Tiragarde Channel restore its former beauty and tranquility."

"Yes, father!"

Prince Redeker responded loudly:

"I lived up to your expectations!"

"very good."

Dai Lin nodded in satisfaction, and reached out to take the command knife and musket from her son. After the preparations were completed, under the personal escort of the tidesage Lord Stormsong, Dai Lin slowly walked up the hanging ladder, accompanied by the port. The bell rang, and the huge Sea Kingship, like a hill suspended above the sea, hoisted the king's flag and the battle flag of the Kul Tiras Navy, and began to slowly sail out of the port.

The destination of this fleet is the mainland of Kalimdor, where the empire will send its people to the last place in the most critical situation. Another option is the island of Tol Barad, but that is the environment of the island. Not comfortable and not able to accommodate too many people.

The fleet commanded by Dai Lin will circle Kalimdor for a week in a month, looking for the most suitable place for human immigrants to live, and on this ship, there are two special guests.

"Good day, Admiral Dai Lin."

Thrall, who was wearing a human-style dress, waved to Dailin who walked into the cabin in pure human language, and got a flat echo, but the young orc didn't feel humiliated, because he knew very well that all human kings Among them, Dai Lin is the one who hates orcs the most. He can respond to this greeting, which is already giving Thrall a lot of face.

Beside Thrall was Garrosh Hellscream wearing a set of light armor and carrying a battle axe. The young orc looked at Dai Lin's tall back with a provocative gaze. After he left, Garrosh whispered to Thrall:

"You shouldn't say hello to him, look at his haughty look, it makes people want to rush over and chop him with two axes."

"All right, Garrosh."

Thrall smiled and comforted his companion, the two young orcs were talking as they walked towards the restaurant.

"You have also seen the undead of Stromgarde with your own eyes. They are oppressing the living environment of the human empire, so Emperor Lothar had to make such an arrangement. In any case, human civilians are innocent."

Thrall picked up a piece of bread, ate it, and said to Garrosh:

"Do you still remember Elder Drek'Thar's advice? Only under heavy pressure can people temporarily forget their hatred and truly unite together. Maybe this time, the blood feud between humans and orcs will be healed by the two of us." Ping, doesn't this make you feel excited?"

"I don't care for peace."

Garrosh sipped a bowl of turtle soup as he whispered:

"Human beings have been suppressed by the undead for too long. They are in desperate need of allies. After all, it is not for our soldiers to charge for them. Father and the chief will definitely not agree."

"But at least humans have shown sincerity, haven't they?"

Thrall chuckled, he stopped discussing the matter, looked at Garrosh, and whispered:

"I heard that you recently became friends with Miss Jaina? Prince Arthas is very angry about this."

"hey-hey"

Garrosh shook his head triumphantly:

"That's why I agreed to make friends with weak humans. You don't know how happy I feel every time I see Arthas's face contorted, that proud guy...but seriously Yeah, Jaina likes him, that's one lucky guy."

"Speaking of which, it's not the first time that Dranosh and Jorin have proposed to go to the battlefield. Elder Drek'Thar doesn't want them to take risks, especially when facing the terrifying undead, and I heard..."

Sal said worriedly:

"I heard that Dranosh's father seems to be on the side of the undead, and he has been haunted on the battlefield."

"well"

The reckless Garrosh also sighed, this heavy matter made both of them lose interest in chatting, and on the fast-moving sea, the navigator watched his surroundings vigilantly. There is no danger so far, but there is always no shortage of danger in the vast sea.

Even the best sailors don't know what kind of crisis is hidden under those dark waves.