Tirisfa, the capital of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, is also one of the rich plains of northern Xinjiang.

The Tirisfa Mountains, which separate the northern mainland from the icy North Sea, are an extension of the Alterac Mountains in the northwest, but the environment inside the mountains is far less glorious than the Alterac Mountains, and in fact, there are many stories about dark creatures in this fringe area.

Even in the kingdom of Lordaeron, the region of the Tirisfa Mountains is a truly "wild" place, ruled by the Aman Sagard family, who manage some towns in the area at the foot of the mountain, and can be regarded as one of the real nobles of the Lordaeron Kingdom, of course, there is no comparison with the great nobles of the Mograine family.

A town nicknamed "The Mill of Sagard of Aman" is the closest foothold to the remote mountains of Tirisfa, so remote that even the orcs attacked Lordaeron and the inhabitants of the town were unaffected, and now, a special party of adventures has arrived.

It was an adventuring party led by a spirited old man, several brave young men, and most peculiarly, a blonde child who was riding on a horse and seemed curious about everything.

"Alright, this is the last supply point we can find before we go into the mountains."

Lothar stood at the entrance of the village, and some of the children hid behind the fence to secretly observe them, but the old marshal did not care, but assigned their tasks to the princes behind him.

"Varian, before we go, our water bladder must be filled with water, as well as food and supplies, and it's all up to you. Garin is going to hire a guide, preferably an old hunter who has been to the deepest part of the valley, Drake will take stock of our weapons, and if anything is needed, go to the blacksmith to repair them, and finally Liam, you will be in charge of taking care of our horses. ”

"Let's go in two hours, now rest, boys."

"No problem!"

The little king of Stormwind patted his chest, grabbed a few water bladders and walked into the village, and Arthas, dressed in small leather armor and armed with a short sword, walked up to Lothar, grabbed the corner of his coat, and asked in a low voice:

"What about me? Marshal, what do I do? ”

Lothar smiled and bent down and scraped the bridge of the nose of the 8-year-old member:

"Call me Lothar or Captain, child, your mission is also important, voila, I have left all our packages here, and you must protect them until I come back, is that okay?"

"Of course! Marshal. ”

Little Arthas puffed up his chest and tried to look more reliable, but soon he noticed his mistake and hurriedly retorted:

"Uh, I mean, you can trust me, Captain Lothar!"

"I believe in you."

Lothar reached out and brushed Arthas's hair, then turned around and walked out of the village, on a small hillside, where he found the mage who was using his magic to probe the terrain ahead... A mage who looked about as old as him, dressed in a plain white robe, probably to cover his whereabouts, did not even take the original luxurious Ice Staff, and replaced it with a most ordinary pine staff.

"I've heard that Dalaran has been having a bad time with Lordaeron lately?"

Lothar stood behind the old mage and whispered, "I've heard too much of His Majesty Jean's complaints about King Terenus in Gilnes, should I be better behaved by the mages, or do you think it's not really difficult?" ”

"So what you really want to ask about is actually Dalaran's attitude towards the Arathor Empire, right? Friends. ”

The old mage finished his observation, he turned his head, his white beard fluttering in the wind, he looked calmly at Lothar behind him, and said in a magnetic voice:

"Although Dalaran is also one of the Seven Kingdoms, our form of existence has been a city-state system since the moment magic spread into human civilization, and mages do not care about worldly power entanglements, but His Majesty Minahir has been trying to strengthen Lordaeron's control over Dalaran in recent years, which makes me feel very regretful."

"Free thought should not be restrained."

The old mage shrugged:

"Before we go with you, the Council of Six has discussed this matter specifically, and the answer we give is... We can relinquish the power of the Elector, and if we can, we never want to get involved in the power struggles within the Empire, and in return, Dalaran's existing and future developments should not be tied down, and we do not want the future when we become a war machine of the Empire of Arathus, with all free thoughts wiped out. ”

Lothar nodded, he stepped forward, stood beside the old mage, looked at the dark mountains in front of him, and whispered:

"I never wanted to be the emperor of the human race, even if I was standing here, only one step away from the token left by my ancestors, and I never thought about that luxurious crown, but I can promise you, old friend Antonidas, everything you need will be realized in the empire, in fact, magic and faith will become the two pillars that support the empire in the future, your existence is very important."

"That's good."

The old mage nodded:

"Then Dalaran is also on your side, and besides, according to the direction you showed me, between the mountains and streams, I only saw a pool of black inky water, will you tell me that the last tomb of your ancestors is under that lake?"

"That's it."

Lothar nodded helplessly:

"Believe me, Emperor Soladin was not buried there of his own will, there is something darker under the lake, which is why I invited you here, while we fight, please be sure to protect the princes, if there are casualties, it will be a real disaster."

These words made the archmage frown:

"If that's the case, you should have reminded me when I set out, I'd take some protective scrolls with me, if I'm alone..."

"You're not alone!"

Lothar took out a pocket watch from her bosom, looked at it in front of her eyes, and then pointed to the distant sky, where, in the evening twilight, a golden spaceship slowly broke through the clouds and appeared in front of the two of them:

"I have also invited the prophets of the Draenei, Viren and Fao... The Prophet had a glimpse of some dark future, and he was very interested in this operation, and His Majesty Fao had his own complete plan for the religion and beliefs of the future Arathas Empire, well, maybe the future empire should be called the "Holy Arathas Empire". ”

Looking at the exotic spaceship slowly descending on the edge of the forest in the distance, the archmage's eyes flashed with great interest, and he said with a meaningful smile:

"It seems that you are much more difficult to deal with than King Terenus imagined, in the corner he didn't see, you have united almost all the forces that can be united, and he is destined to lose."

There was a tired and uninteresting glint in Lothar's eyes, and he beckoned to the young men gathered behind him, and then said to the old mage:

"Believe me, I wouldn't do it in such a tough way if I could, and I don't want to affect Lordaeron's attitude about it, but King Terenus didn't see everything I ever saw, so if he insisted on going his own way, then... I had to do something I didn't want to do. ”

"So, about those orcs..."

The archmage asked one last question, but before he could finish it, he was stopped by the old marshal waving his hand.

"I did meet with a moderate orc, and we talked a lot about it, but believe me, it has nothing to do with me about the outbreak of this coincidental and strange war, you know me, even if there is a righteous and honorable purpose, I will not betray the interests of the alliance because of it."

"But... It's time for the war between humans and orcs to end. ”

Lothar carried his heavy sword and walked towards the forest in the distance, whispering as she went:

"This senseless internal friction will send us to hell sooner or later."

"Internal friction?"

The old mage savored the strange word, and he looked at Lothar's back: "If I'm not mistaken, the orcs are invaders from another world, right?" In the last war, you personally led the warriors to defeat them, shouldn't you hate each other? ”

This sentence made Lothar stop, he looked back at Antonidas, and said calmly:

"No, you don't understand yet, old friend, but it's okay, you'll soon understand, a war with the stars and the worlds as a battlefield is about to start in our world, this war will completely destroy all our stupid understandings of race and justice, and by that time, you will know that all the strife and hatred that is happening in this world at the moment is meaningless, it is shameful internal friction, there is no doubt about it."

"If we can get through it, we're still qualified to talk about the future, and if we can't get through it, then everything will be over."

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"Whew!!"

A long wolf howl echoed back and forth between the dark silver pine forests, like some horn being blown, like some box of disaster being opened, and in short, the next moment, the wolves running wild in the forest responded with the same wolf howl.

The roars that represented the attack of the wolves came one after another, and the strange shadows shining in the darkness also made the elite soldiers of the Gilneth Gray Wolf Brigade subconsciously clench the weapons in their hands.

If before they came, they were only given the order to exterminate the wolves in the forest, then now, they should know that the opponent they will deal with this time is probably not just the cunning timberwolves.

"Steady!"

Darius on a mighty Northland warhorse. Lord Crowley was wearing sturdy armor and carrying a long-handled battle axe that emitted a cold light in his hand, he pulled the reins of his horse, and the war horse under his crotch smelled the breath of wolves, and looked a little panicked, but the northern lord was not worried that he would lose, because behind him, all the troops from the entire northern part of Gilneys.

With more than 4,000 veterans, plus an equal number of recruits, and some veteran hunters who have been drafted, who is his opponent?

"Hmph, it's just a bunch of bestialized patients who have fled into the forest, and your muskets can break their hearts from 150 meters away, and the wolf cubs who follow them are not to be feared!"

The lord of the north shouted to motivate his soldiers:

"Just a fire can scare them off! We can't let these bestials infect more people, soldiers, think of your loved ones! We can't go back! ”

"Roar Roar"

The lord's words also raised the morale of the nervous soldiers again, it was a battle within the country, as Darius said, their relatives were behind them, and they could not and could not retreat.

Soon, the first torches were thrown into the forest, followed by rockets fired by the archers, and soon, the scorching flames ignited the forest in front of the soldiers' positions, and they were using this method to disperse the wolves, but just as the flames began to burn, the first huge black wolf burst out of the flames, and it roared and pounced on the soldiers' positions, and the flames stretched its shadow on the dim ground.

"Bang"

Lord Querelo coldly pulled the trigger of the musket in his hand, and a splash of blood burst out of the black wolf's neck, and its body smashed like an invisible fist, and the entire wolf body fell out, but this was only the beginning, and the next moment, the dense wolves rushed out of the flames, like a black tide, and poured into the soldiers' positions from all directions.

Their green eyes sparkled in the forest and the flames, a light that sparkled like a starry spot that terrified the hearts of the timid recruits.

"Fire! Fire! ”

Under the orders of the commanders, the soldiers began to return fire with muskets in their hands, because Gilneys had a prosperous business and the soldiers of the country were exceptionally well equipped, and muskets, a weapon invented by the dwarves, had become widespread in the army.

"Bang Bang"

The spicy smell of gunpowder and the deep smoke of gunpowder burst in front of the position, keeping the first wave of wolves 150 meters away, but the wolves persevered, as if some higher being was driving them.

"Left! Left flank! The bestials rushed over! ”

The herald's voice made Lord Crowley, who was on his horse, immediately turn around, and saw the tall figures rushing out of the forest on the left flank, the infected beasts, who still maintained their human form, but generally had turned into hideous and twisted monsters like werewolves in fairy tales, there were hundreds of them, like a nightmare running wildly in the dark.

And leading them through the woods, galloping forward with four hooves, was a tall werewolf in black leather armor and a hideous helmet, its green eyes shining with a deadly light, and between the dances of his hands, the claws of steel buckled to the claws like daggers flashing in the darkness.

"Whoa! You're challenging the Knights of the Darkblade! ”

"Wow"

Between the flicks of his claws, the three soldiers didn't even have time to reload before they were cut into several pieces by their claws, and behind him, the wild werewolves frantically jumped into the soldiers' positions and launched a bloody slaughter, the stinking blood splashed in the air, and the werewolf looked at Lord Crowley with the gaze of a predator, and he smirked:

"Patients? You underestimate me too much, tiny human! ”

"My name is Wolf, Wild Shadow of Tyrion!"

"Wow"

As he spoke, the two soldiers who pounced on him were cut off with their sharp claws, and the werewolf, carrying his blood-stained heads, threw them into the soldiers' position as if in a demonstration.

"Oh~ I accidentally said the boss's name again..."

The tall werewolf patted his head in annoyance, but the next moment, his blood-red eyes were fixed on the northern lord again:

"It's okay... If you are killed, no one will know..."<

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