Sudden disasters are always sobering.

And the disaster that happened to the night elves of Kadom in the summer and autumn of the 17th year of the Dark Gate directly shocked the entire Kalimdor, especially the human empire that had spent several years adapting to the environment of the Kalimdor continent.

At this time, nearly 5 years have passed since the tragic battle of the Northern Frontier, and the five subject states of the entire human empire have almost come out of the nightmare of almost destroying the country and the species, but just as they are about to raise their heads and start a real new life, the Darkblade Undead destroyed the most important pillar of the Kadore civilization that they considered incomparably powerful overnight.

It's as easy as the night of the Battle of Whispering Harbor... No, it's even easier than defeating human civilization in the first place.

When the news was transmitted back to the territory of the Empire through the legions of the Human Empire stationed in the Felwood Forest, the people's livelihood was in an uproar for a while, and the human race, on this day, remembered the fear of being wantonly dominated by the undead.

The tragic fate of the Night Elves has awakened the beautiful illusions of those who are buried in a new life, after the empire migrated to the continent of Kalimdor, the undead are not powerless to pursue humanity, and the reason why they did not do so is probably only because of the dying plea of the Emperor of Lothar, it is not fate that favors the empire, and the reason why human civilization still exists today is purely because of the great sacrifice of a great man.

But the undead will not always remember Lothar's request, and one day, they will reopen the flames of war that have enveloped human civilization, and when that time comes... Who will save them?

Are they going to expect another Lothar to appear?

In just a few days, the ministers of the five kingdoms of the Human Empire have dug out the dusty expansion plan for a long time, and the generals are crazy to connect and advocate the theory of the threat of the undead, so as to grasp more power, the entire human civilization is like ants in a hot pot, they perceive the threat, and begin to prepare to accumulate strength, and use all means to protect themselves from the threat of the terrible shadow.

However, in the eyes of the truly discerning man, these haphazard proposals are meaningless except for the vain cost of national power...

"Duh"

The seal of the House of Wrynn, who represents the kingship of the Stormwind Kingdom, is stamped on a decree that has just been written, and Varian is sitting in his office. Wryon looked at the brief decree in front of him, and the bright red seal beneath it, and a cold glint flashed in his narrowed eyes, but it was fleeting.

The King of the Storm looked up and looked at the Minister of the Inner Court, Reginald, who was in a wheelchair in front of him. Windsor, the former marshal, seemed to have lost all his edge over time, and a few months ago he had been transferred to the Inner Court of Urien, in charge of all affairs of the court, and he wore a well-cut black uniform, white hair with short military hair, and a look of good spirits, and a monocle, which looked no different from the butlers of the great noble houses.

"Wende Solqing, are you all ready?"

Faced with the question of Urien's endless sentence, the Minister of the Inner Court nodded, he played with the black cane in his hand, and he whispered:

"Duke Eberlock is a great nobleman who understands righteousness, and after I have spoken to him a few times, he has made a wise choice, he will be on our side, and in exchange, after the new form of government is decided, His Excellency Eberlock will be the Prime Minister of our country... He will be in charge of setting up the first ruling cabinet, which I think is a very appropriate price given Duke Aberlock's ability to govern. ”

"Of course, we are to guarantee the personal property and three estates of His Excellency the Duke, and to retain the honorary title and the hereditary senatorship in the Senate."

"Hmm."

Wryon didn't comment on the matter, he just nodded slightly, and then looked at Wendthor and waited for the next words from the minister he trusted.

"The Archbishop of Chaldea did not ask for much, but he was resistant to the matter of openness, of course, considering that the Archbishop of Chaldea is a sincere believer in the Light, his insistence can be understood, according to our agreement with the Church, part of the Church's property will be appropriately retained, and the rest will be assigned to the state, and the first areas of openness will be designated as the four southern counties, which is the last insistence of His Excellency Chaldean."

"Countess Presto didn't ask for much, she said that she and her Black Dragon would stand firmly on your side, and of course she hoped that the Black Dragon would officially become part of the Stormwind Kingdom after this reform."

"Finally, there are our pioneer knights, for more than a year, we have never broken contact with them, although a small number of pioneer knights unfortunately fell into the sugar-coated trap of those nobles, but it is worth glad that the vast majority of pioneer knights keep their oaths, I believe that as long as you give an order, they will respond to your call in various regions."

After Wendsol's words were finished, in front of his eyes, Varian, the king of the storm, crossed his fingers and supported his chin, his black eyes flashed with a ray of thought from time to time, and after nearly ten minutes of silence, Varian finally raised his head, he looked at Wendsol in front of him, and he handed him the short decree in his hand.

"Then, go print, Wendsol, and in five days' time, I'm going to have this decree of the New Age be posted in every town in the Stormwind Kingdom! I want to make my voice heard by the people again... Send a message to the Countess and the Duke of Eberlock, that I need their strength to settle for me the seven counties in the south of the kingdom, and the five counties and the royal capital in the north..."

Varian reached out and removed the alien sword from the sword stand next to him, and the moment the Slayer fell into his hands, blue-white lightning and fire splashed in all directions, completely illuminating Varian's cold face.

"I'm here myself!"

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"On behalf of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and on behalf of my younger brothers, His Majesty Alsace and Queen Gianna, I would like to express my deep condolences for the disaster that has befallen you and your country."

Envoy of the palace of Lordaeron, sister of Arthas, eldest princess Galia. Minethil sat in a chair in the reconstructed Temple of the Moon, talking to Lady Tyrande in front of her, and behind her were envoys from other kingdoms of the Human Empire, and even the orcs, who had not always dealt with elves, symbolically sent a shaman.

The strangest of all is a goblin merchant in a small dress standing among the envoys, he is an envoy of the hot sand consortium... He is also a business ambassador.

These envoys brought comfort from the other kingdoms, and of course, they also brought some supplies that the Night Elves urgently needed, the human kingdoms sent enough food for the Night Elves to use for several months in the name of the Empire, while the Orcs sent a lot of meat, the Church of the Holy Light sent some healing herbs and holy water, the Minotaurs sent a batch of cloth, and the High Elves sent precious magical materials.

The goblins brought a trade agreement, as long as the Night Elves signed it, the Hot Sand Consortium promised to meet all the material needs of the Night Elves in the next five years, at the cost of opening up the mineral resources of the entire Feywood Forest and Ashenvale for the goblins.

"Thank you, friends."

The tired Tyrande pulled herself together, and she reached out to take the hand of the eldest princess of Galia, who was the highest ranking among the envoys, and she said with a reluctant smile:

"Only a real disaster can make it clear who is a true friend, and Kadore will never forget your kindness."

The newly-born Night Warrior watched the expressions of the envoys in front of him and their eyes, Tyrande knew very well that these ambassadors of different races came to Mount Hyjal more than just to offer condolences, after thinking for a moment, Tyrande took a deep breath, she stood up, looked at the envoys representing the various forces in front of her, she pursed her lips, and said in a deep voice:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the Night Elf civilization has changed dramatically, and the fierce Naga and the vicious undead have destroyed everything we have, which is a very sad thing, but it also makes Cadore see clearly the changes in the world after 10,000 years, and Cadore will not continue to close himself off..."

"We will rejoin the environment of the continent of Kalimdor as a united nation... Maybe we will become real allies in the future. ”

"And now, Kadore must muster all his forces to rebuild our home in Mount Hyjal, and to reshape the environment of the Black Seashore, so I hereby declare..."

Tyrande's voice raised a few degrees, and everyone focused their eyes on him, and the Night Warrior looked first at the Minotaur envoy standing in the crowd, the Great Druid Hamuel. Rune Totem, she said:

"The Night Elves will relinquish their claim to the Elven Ruins of the Bleak Lands, we will withdraw all warriors within 1 month, and if the Minotaurs are willing to take over the sentry we left behind, then I and the entire Kadore will gladly sign a memorandum with the Minotaurs."

"Of course we do!"

Hearing Tyrande's words, Hamuel did not hesitate, he took a step forward, and the honest-looking minotaur wagged his tail, and he said in a deep voice:

"On behalf of Kane, I hereby declare that we are willing to take over the claim of Kadore in the Bleak Lands, and of course, the Bloodhoof Minotaur will truly stand with the Night Elves from now on... We will be allies! ”

"Very well, say hello to Chief Kane for me, and I will wait for him at Mount Hyjal."

Tyrande nodded reservedly at Hamuel, then turned his gaze back to the High Elves' envoy, the Ranger Lord of the Windranger Family, Winresa. Windranger, she looked at the beautiful High Elf Ranger with long silver hair, and she whispered:

"Kadore's Feathermoon Fortress in the Filas Wilderness will be retained, which is the front line of the battlefield where Cadore and the Deep Sea Naga have been fighting for many years, but in addition, Cadore's claim to the Filas Wilderness will also be withdrawn in the near future, and if His Majesty Kael'thas wishes, I will also wait for him to come and sign the memorandum between the two clans in Mount Hyjal."

"I know that I had a slight 'clash of ideas' with His Majesty Darth Rema, but I don't want the hostility between the two clans to continue... After all, now, we have a common enemy! ”

"I'll tell your Majesty Kael'thas the truth!"

Winlessa is no longer the reckless little girl she used to be, and she said to Tyrande seriously:

"Until then, on behalf of my country and people, I would like to respond to your kindness that the High Elves are willing to be friends with the Night Elves again, after all, we are of the same blood."

"Hmm"

Tyrande nodded, and turned her gaze to the orc shaman, and she said in a gentle voice:

"Regarding the dispute between the Night Elves and the Orcs in the Grey Valley and the Ruins of Aishara, I think the two races can also be resolved by a peace agreement, don't you think? Regar Shaman? ”

"Of course! Grand Chief Sal has always sought the peaceful development of the orcs..."

The sturdy orc shaman Regal stood up and bowed slightly to Tyrande:

"We're glad to see that the Night Elves are finally willing to sit back at the negotiating table, and that you are a wise leader."

Tyrande was a little cold about the orc's expression, she only bowed slightly, and then turned her gaze to the goblin merchant who scratched her ears and cheeks, Tyrande didn't have much kindness to these greedy green-skinned little men, but considering the current situation in Kadore, she was willing to talk to these goblins full of copper smell.

"Finally, you, goblins!"

The Night Warrior looked at the goblin merchant who rubbed his hands together, and she whispered:

"Ashenvale and Felwood Forest are where the Night Elves live, and I'm not going to open the mines here to you... But beyond the Sea of Mist, there are several islands under our control, and according to our exploration, there are also rich mineral resources on those islands, as well as the Black Coast that has been flooded by the tide, so if the Hot Sand Consortium can bring in enough materials for the elves to rebuild their hometown within 3 months..."

"We will!"

Before Tyrande could finish speaking, the excited goblin said in a shrill voice:

"The Hot Sand Consortium will meet all the needs of the customer, the Prince of Trade will definitely agree to trade with the Night Elves, in fact, if you can allow us to open a trading hall in the future rebuilt port of Auberdine and have a completely free monopoly of trade on the Black Sea, we are even willing to provide this batch of supplies to help our elven friends rebuild the city for free!"

"Of course, in the name of you and the Moon Temple, sign a legally binding contract!"

The goblins' philistine style made Tyrande a little displeased, but eventually, the Night Warrior glanced back at the Moon God sculpture behind him that was being re-carved, and the originally gentle sculpture would be re-carved into the form of a mighty Night Warrior, and after a moment of silence, Tyrande turned her head and looked at the goblin, she nodded:

"Okay, I agree."