"I've finally caught up."

After a great battle, Lothar personally led the heavy cavalry to disperse the undead forward, coupled with the stubborn resistance of the paladins in the rear, and finally repelled this wave of undead dangerous raids.

And in the ruined fortress of the front, the Grand Knight Tulayan, who had not been seen for a long time, wiped his bloody face with water, and said to the Emperor of Lothar, who was standing beside him:

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

Lothar looked at the great knight in front of him with a nostalgic gaze, and he whispered:

"Of course, Tulayan, you never let me down... But I'm curious, didn't they say you stayed in Draenor? Following those Naru to learn the teachings of the Light and find a way to heal your soul, how did you suddenly appear in the Arathi Heights? ”

"I heard from the esteemed Naruadar about everything that happened in the Motherland."

The freshened Knight Tulayan regained his handsome and resolute face, and he sat beside Lothar and told his story to the human emperor.

"Adar and Mr. Viren have always been in contact, and after hearing that the undead had begun to attack the Human Empire, I said goodbye to those friendly spokesmen of the Light and returned to this world through the dark portal controlled by the undead... As for the knights who followed me, they were my prisoners of war rescued from the undead kingdom from the kingdom of Stormwind... The place is now called the Defia Federation, and all the way to the wetlands, we're getting more and more numerous. ”

The Grand Knight shook his head with some sadness:

"Finally after crossing the Soradin Bridge... We lost a lot of warriors when we were on the ice bridge controlled by the undead, and I took them across the undead blockade from the Gulf of Divil, and when we appeared on the high ground, we encountered the undead attacking Fort Riptide... By the way, Marshal, I heard that Danas he..."

At the mention of this question, the Human Emperor couldn't help but sigh:

"Because of our poor decision-making, Danas was surrounded by the undead, he died in the snow of Kazmodan, and more than one angry death saw him on the battlefield, he was resurrected by the undead, unfortunately, but he is now our enemy."

"Bang"

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

"I'm still coming back late... If I could go faster, maybe... Maybe Danas won't..."

"It's not your fault, kid."

Lothar patted Tulayan on the shoulder:

"It's not your fault, it's his fate, the next time we meet him, we'll let him rest in peace, now, go and rest, Uther and Furding have heard the news of your return, they are now rushing to Riptide Castle, and your mentor Fa Ao Crown, you'd better take the time to see him, His Majesty's physical condition is a little not optimistic."

"Yes, I see."

Tulayan nodded, then turned to leave, looking at his departing back, Lothar's eyes shone with a different light, and a moment later, the king's intelligence officer quietly appeared behind the emperor and handed Lothar a stack of documents.

"This is the news that our spies in the Difia Federal District and the Black Iron District have sent back, which does mention the news that some of the prisons of the undead have been breached, which is basically consistent with what the Great Knight said, and the inquiries of those paladins who have returned to the empire are ongoing, but there is no doubt at the moment."

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

"Help me invite Mr. Viren to Alterac, as well as Master Antonidas, and the ** masters who specialize in disguise magic."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The intelligence officer answered, but after a moment he whispered again:

"Your Majesty, are you doubting the loyalty of the Grand Knight?"

"It's not suspicion, White, it's a cautious... Care. ”

Emperor Lothar rubbed his beard, and he squinted:

"What happened to Master Shore gives us a warning that Tulayan has suffered the same thing, which makes me have to be more suspicious, but I hope that Tulayan in front of me is still my once brave and sincere adjutant... There have been so many bad things that have happened in recent years. ”

"If he is not true, then in front of Viren, the masters of the magic world, he will definitely show his feet, if he is true, then returning from Draenor's long trip to support the imperial war has already proved that Tulayan is credible, there are many things, those important things, can be entrusted to him to do."

"In this eventful season, I hope everything goes well, by the way, White, is there a letter from Kul Tiras?"

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Emperor Lothar's repeated inquiries about his chamberlains if there was any news from Kurtiras, and the fact that he had not forgotten this even in the most scorching battlefields was a sign of the importance of something he was worried about.

This matter is indeed important, because it is about the retreat of the human empire.

Lothar was a preeminent battlefield commander before he became emperor, and he knew very well how important it was for a war or a group to have a way out at the last moment.

Especially when the undead in the south attacked the north with great momentum, Lothar urgently needed a way out, of course, not for him or his soldiers, but for those unarmed civilians.

Once Fort Riptide is lost, once the worst happens, the door to the hinterland of the northern frontier will be completely open to the cave of the undead, at that time, Lothar can certainly continue to stop the resistance within the borders of the country, but those civilians will definitely suffer the devastation of the war, and as an excellent commander, Lothar knows very well how important the stability of civilians is for a protracted war.

Why were humans able to hold out until the time of the counterattack under the repeated attacks of the orcs? It is because even at the most brutal juncture of the war, the Stratholm district, the hinterland of Gilneth and the overseas kingdom of Kurtiras in the territory of Lordaeron are not threatened by the orcs, and the people there can live in peace, produce more food, grit their teeth, and support the front line.

Now, Lothar is facing the same problem, but with a slight difference, the current Gilneth and Kurtilas have lost their internal stability, while Lordaeron is on their own, and in this case, once the undead attack the Hillsbrad Hills, it means that the Imperial support will be severely challenged, even if Quel'Salas is firmly on the side of the Empire, the decline will be difficult to reverse.

Although the High Elves are strong in combat, their numbers are too small... There are only 1.8 million children in the entire Quel'Salas, and the number of people in the Stratholme district of Lordaeron far exceeds this number.

In this case, Lothar must find a suitable large rear for the people facing the challenges of war at home...

And his frequent secret correspondence with the king of Kul Tiras, Dai Lin, is for this purpose.

"I have been entrusted by the Emperor to find a suitable settlement for the people of the empire before the war of the dead proceeds to the next stage."

In the war-torn harbor of Pelallas, Dai Lin, who was heavily armed and wearing a captain's hat, was saying goodbye to his wife and son, and behind him was a small fleet of the Sea King and five warships, as well as six troop transports and supply ships, fighting the undead in the country of Kurtiras, and the Third and Fourth Fleets were gone, and Dai Lin could not take too many warships with him.

If there is no guarantee that the sea power will suppress the constant stream of the undead in the Drusva, the Tilagad Strait, which is slowly being reclaimed by the navy, will inevitably pose a new challenge.

"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'll never leave, it's enough to almost lose your nightmare once, and Drake has grown up, and he should take on a heavier mission to learn to be a good king."

"Does my admiral want to retire?"

Queen Catherine, who was still a little pale, smiled and helped her husband to straighten the ribbon on his clothes, and she whispered:

"You are in the prime of life, my husband, and your days of galloping on the sea are still long."

"But I will take off the duties of king, Catherine."

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

"Maybe I'll become a general and go to the mainland to help Lothar fight off those damn undead, and then, let's go to Dalaran together and grow up with our daughter and watch her marry a guy who can reassure us."

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

Dai Lin stroked the pendant of the silver anchor that hung on her chest, a treasure that had been passed down from generation to generation by the Proudmoor family, and was said to have been blessed by the sea to return home with its captain and crew wherever it was lost.

King Kul Tiras touched his wife's no longer youthful face one last time, and he looked back at his son, Drake. Prince Proudmoor, a man who has grown up.

"Drake, protect your mother and your country, wait for me to come back."

Dai Lin said to her son in an entrusting tone:

"those undead hard, and when I return, I want to see the Strait of Tiragad return to its former beauty and calm."

"Yes, Father!"

Prince Redek replied loudly:

"I live up to your expectations!"

"Good."

Dai Lin nodded with satisfaction, reached out and took the command knife and musket handed by his son, and after the preparation, under the personal escort of Lord Stozon, the sage of the sea tide, Dai Lin slowly walked up the suspension ladder, and with the bell of the port ringing, the huge, like a hill suspended on the surface of the sea, raised the king's flag and the battle flag of the Kurtiras navy, and began to slowly sail out of the port.

The destination of this fleet was the continent of Kalimdor, which would be the last place for the Empire to send its people in the most critical situation, and the other option was Tol Barad Island, which was not comfortable and could not accommodate too many people.

Commander Dai Lin's fleet will circle Kalim for an extra week in a month's time, 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, dressed in a human-style dress, waved his hand in pure human language to Dai Lin, who walked into the cabin, and received a flat echo, but the young orc did not feel humiliated, because he knew very well that of all the human kings, Dai Lin was the one who hated orcs the most, and he could respond to this greeting, which was already very face-saving for Sal.

And next to Thrall was Garrosh, who was dressed in light armor and carrying a battle axe. Hell roared, and the young orc looked at Darein's tall back with a defiant gaze, and after he left, Garrosh whispered to Thrall:

"You shouldn't say hello to him, look at his haughty appearance, and make people want to rush over and cut him two axes."

"Alright, Garrosh."

Thrall smiled and soothed his companion as the two young orcs spoke as they walked towards the dining room.

"You have also seen with your own eyes the undead of Riptide Castle, they are oppressing the living environment of the Human Empire, so the Emperor of Lothar has to make such an arrangement, no matter what, the civilians of the human race are innocent."

Sal took a piece of bread and, while taking a small bite, said to Garrosh:

"Do you remember what Elder Drektar said? Under the pressure, people can temporarily forget the hatred and truly unite together, maybe this time, the blood feud between humans and orcs will be soothed by the two of us, doesn't this make you feel excited? ”

"I don't want any peace."

Garrosh drank a bowl of tortoise soup when he whispered:

"Humans have only been pressed and beaten by the undead for too long, they are in dire need of allies, after all, it is not for our warriors to charge for them, father and the high chief will definitely not agree."

"But at least humans show sincerity, don't they?"

Sal laughed, he didn't discuss the matter anymore, he looked at Garrosh, and he whispered:

"I heard you've recently befriended Miss Gianna? The Prince of Alsace was furious. ”

"Hey, hey"

Garrosh shook his head triumphantly:

"That's why I agreed to befriend a weak human, you don't know, how happy I feel every time I see Arthas's face twisted, that proud fellow... But seriously, Gianna likes him a lot, that's a lucky guy. ”

"Speaking of which, it's not the first time that Dranosh and Yolin have proposed to go to the battlefield, and Elder Drektar doesn't want them to take risks, especially against the horrific undead, and I've heard..."

Sal said worriedly:

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

"Alas"

The reckless Garrosh also sighed, this heavy matter made the two of them lose the interest in chatting, and on the sea that cut through the waves and moved quickly, the navigator vigilantly observed the surroundings, this long trip has not been dangerous so far, but there is always no shortage of danger on the vast sea.

Even the best seafarers don't know what kind of crisis lies beneath those dark waves.