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Once the Lordaeron border mountains were inhospitable.

At least when Lothar and his princes searched for the lost Legacy of the Empire in the cursed mountains of this land, it was still inhabited only by mountain people, and the northern part of Tirisfa was a barbaric land that didn't have much to offer, so it didn't get much attention.

But there is a quiet beach between the mountains, which is the secret of the mountain people, and occasionally some lost pirates will supply fresh water here, and once again, the undead scourge in the north planned to land here and invade the northern frontier, but because of various things, the Dreadlords finally gave up this plan.

Now, this ancient beach has a second use, in addition to providing enough fishery resources for the mountain people here.

Nearly half a year ago, a group of Imperial workers built a super-large port here under the secret order of the Emperor, and this operation was supported by the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and after sufficient manpower and material resources, and enough construction machinery was smuggled from the Black Iron District, the super-large dock was barely completed before the demon invasion.

The entire Whispering Coast and the north coast, separated by a cliff to the east, had been completely fortified, and the port had become bustling almost overnight after the Emperor's order.

Civilians from several kingdoms in the north were guided here by knights, and on the more than 30 docks in the fortified harbor, all kinds of ships were moored almost day and night to transport the civilians here to Kurtiras, and some super-large merchant ships with the ability to sail across the endless seas were directly formed a fleet across the two continents under the guidance of the pirate navigators who were temporarily recruited and the navy of Kurtilas.

The origins of these ships were complex, including the two fleets of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the merchant ships of Gilneys, the vast wealthy whose industry spanned the entire northern frontier, the five far-traveling merchant fleets of the Barov family, and many more, goblin merchant ships hired by the emperor in several goblin cities with gold and jewels from the treasury, loaded with crude oil engines, emitting black smoke, and like sea beasts.

Yes, these cunning little green-skinned men, wherever there is a profitable business in this world, they must be indispensable there, and the reward given by Lothar is so considerable that these timid fellows forget their fears for a while, and rush into the war zone of the empire without forgetting their lives, sending boatloads of civilians to land beyond the sea.

In addition to these "serious" forces, there are also some not-so-serious guys... Pirate!

Tyrion's activities in Kurtiras were not as simple as occupying the mountains of Drusva, he also helped the Kurtilas clear out the tens of thousands of pirates entrenched in a strait called "Liberty Town", but not all of them were killed in the invasion of the undead, and there were still some lucky ones who escaped the slaughter of the undead.

The pirates are indeed an untrustworthy bunch, but their dedication to hatred is also known throughout Azeroth, and as a result, the new patriarch of the House of Prodmore, Admiral Drake Drake. When a "conscription" from Prodmore reached the exiled pirates, many of the old fur seals who had fought with the Armada of Kurtilas on the sea resolutely drove to Whispering Harbor.

They're here for revenge, but in the process of revenge, they don't mind making a little money either, and... Take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to wash your past black material... Who wouldn't want to leave the past behind and be a new person?

In short, at the critical moment of life and death, Lothar, with his generous pen and eclectic thinking, finally put together a large "fleet" enough to earn the lives of the civilians of the empire.

But even this huge migration procession, which totaled nearly 1,000 ships, would take days of busy work to completely send the civilians waiting in Whispering Harbor away from the northern frontier, which was no longer safe and unfamiliar.

"Lordaeron is burning..."

On the thick walls of the Whispering Harbor, the great nobleman of Lordaeron, Alessandro, who was ordered to guard the place. Grand Knight Mograini gazed in the direction of the capital with a telescope, and at the moment when the stars were almost shining at night, in the shaking night, he could still see a shocking wisp of black smoke rising into the sky.

"We set the fire... To keep the undead at bay. ”

Behind the Grand Knight, Gianna, the archmage with a hood, leaned on her staff, and said in a deep voice:

"But the flames can't stop them, and the Tirisfa barrier has fallen, and soon, their strikers will reach Whispering Harbor, Grand Knight, we need to prepare early."

"We're ready!"

A loud voice came from behind the two of them, and the Grand Knight and the Grand Mage turned their heads at the same time, and when they saw the comer, they bowed their heads and saluted, and behind them, the Emperor in heavy armor was striding onto the city wall under the guard of a troop of guards.

"All the remaining armies in the whole of Northern Xinjiang are here... Behind us are our people, and we can't go back any longer, today..."

Lothar's fingers caressed the rough walls, his eyes narrowed slightly, he looked at the earth that was about to be covered by night, and he said in a deep voice:

"Today, we old fellows will bury our bones here, and what we have in exchange for the survival of our civilization, which will be the last battle of the Empire in our homeland... Yes, we failed, but there is no shame in it, and if we lose even the confidence to start over, that is the most humiliating failure. ”

The Emperor opened his eyes, he turned his head and looked at the soldiers and generals behind him, his gaze swept over everyone's eyes, he tried to see more from them, but he could only see a piece of loyalty at this time.

This gave some comfort to the emperor, who had a premonition that his life was coming to an end, and after a moment, he took a deep breath and said to the soldiers behind him:

"The undead will always underestimate the strength of me and my brothers and sisters, especially when it comes to protecting our own loved ones, protecting our people..."

"And the real triumph of evil is when good people begin to doubt, stop coming forward, stop fighting for the future... So, I would say that our civilization will not collapse under the blow of disaster, and the justice and light in our hearts will not die! ”

"At least today! They don't die! ”

"I will defend them, watering with my blood the roots of hope in the Empire, inspiring courage in the hearts of the people with my will, but the price of freedom and the future has always been high... It has always been like this, the warriors who died in battle have given everything they can, and now, it's our turn. ”

Lothar's voice echoed across the city walls, and the soldiers patrolling under the walls couldn't help but stop, listening to the Emperor's voice in the darkness of the night, listening to the Emperor's voice in the light, a magician stretched out his hand and blessed the Emperor with amplification magic, and his voice soon spread throughout the city.

The hustle and bustle, the screams of the people because of the fear in their hearts, the trembling in the darkness, the doubts about the future, more and more people raised their heads and looked at the lighthouse on the outermost part of the city.

Lothar's voice seemed to come from the lighthouse.

"Those heroic spirits are telling me that sometimes... Sometimes we really can't save everyone.

"So I know to the best of my ability! I do the best I can! ”

"If our fighters, our people, are still alive, I will do whatever it takes to rescue them."

"If they die in battle..."

"The rest will make the undead pay... That's why empires exist, and it's because of them that civilizations are inherited... Tonight, the undead will try to crush our last insistence with their hell, but I will use the sword in my hand and will tell them with my war cry that they are delusional! ”

Lothar's voice had changed from soothing at first to a roar like thunder, and at the end of his gaze, on the plain in the dark night, the black Broken Blade Battle Banner had appeared in the eyes of the soldiers.

The Emperor drew the sword behind his back, letting the flames burn on the blade, and he pointed in the direction where the Darkblade Undead had arrived, and he shouted with the most heroic momentum:

"Look! Here they are! ”

"I, Lothar, I will fight them as a warrior, and I will take the initiative to meet them on the plains... Who wants to come with me? ”

"Wow"

A bright and scorching light lit up behind the Emperor, and the Grand Knight of Mograine raised the war hammer in his hand, and he shouted:

"This is the will of the Light! For the Empire! For the emperor! ”

"For the Empire!"

Gianna also raised the staff in her hand, and behind her, the soldiers who had already been stirred by the emperor's speech roared hoarsely, and this heavy desperate situation did not crush them, but made them truly share the same hatred.

This roar woke the whole city, and in the darkness of the night, in the drift of the lights, the people who were trapped in their predicament, the commoners who had lived in the countryside all their lives, who only knew to obey the instructions of the nobles, those who had lost their homeland, who had lost everything, in this shout, they seemed to have found their thoughts of being human again.

At this moment, in this last city of human civilization, there is no gap between status and identity, and everyone is given a new identity... Warrior, while this is a little different from Tyrion's imaginary unity, it has taken the first step... Although, it's already a bit late.

"Bring me my weapon..."

In one of the mansions of Whispering Harbor, the low-willed Arthas heard the shouts that resounded throughout the city, threw away the bottle in his hand, staggered to his feet, walked to the window, and looked at the wide open gates in the distance, and the black, silent army in the darkness of the night.

"Bring me my weapon!"

Anger, hatred, unwillingness, such emotions filled Arthas's brain in an instant, and he temporarily woke up from the pain of losing everything, and he cried out:

"Farek! Assemble the guards! ”

"Marvion! Get my weapons! ”

"Thassarian! Pull out my warhorse! ”

Rays of frenzied, visible sparks of holy light flickered between the new king's fingers, making him look like a golden thunder god descending from the sky.

"I'm going to... I'm going to war..."

"Buzz"

The light of the portal gathered endlessly, and in the flickering room, a slender figure appeared in the half-destroyed city of Lordaeron, he did not come alone, behind him, there were several other people one after another.

Sarufar looked at the figure that came out of the portal, his emaciated face expressionless, just turned slightly sideways and made a way.

Tyrion ignored the Lord of Death in front of him, and he walked forward step by step, and in the ruined palace, an old man with white hair and beard was half-kneeling in the center of the palace, as if in repentance, and as if praying.

"I think Sarufar has already told you those things, so I'm here to get an answer."

The King of the Blades, standing in the shadows of the entrance to the palace, asked in a deep voice:

"Would you like to join us?"

"Does it make a difference?"

The old man asked in a hoarse voice:

"The moment I open my eyes after I die, I'm already one of you."

"Of course, there is a difference, after encountering a sudden disaster, destroying all suffering, it is difficult for the living to find a new purpose in life again, they will be at a loss, it is very likely that they will lose themselves in this confusion, this is not what I want to see, what I want to see is a new civilization that is attracted by a noble goal and is willing to give everything for it..."

Tyrion patiently explains:

"They don't have much time to indulge in losing themselves, and if they can't find a way to the future, then I'll give them one!"

"Hatred! Among thousands of emotions, only this emotion can truly and long-term guide the direction... I'd also like to use some more positive emotions if I could, but alas, I'm an undead and that's the only way I can control it... So, Terenus. Minahir, I need you to step up and show the way for your son, the new king of Lordaeron... I need you, to breathe new strength into his dazed shell. ”

"I need him to grow up quickly, it doesn't matter what the starting point of greatness is, greatness itself is important."

"My son, he will eventually destroy your dark empire..."

The undead King Terenus stood up, old and weak had been completely expelled from this body, and the convergence of death energy and the transformation of the faint dragon's blood, under the work of Sarufar himself, had allowed the old king to regain the bravery of his youth.

He became a warrior again, and although he was not yet used to this power, it was enough to go into battle.

He turned, looking at the Lord of the Blades and the figures behind him with brownish-gray eyes, and finally, he let out a series of low laughs.

"Of course, I'd like to join you... I'll watch it all in my boring time, I'll watch my son grow up, I'll watch him make a career, I'll watch him... Destroy you with your own hands! ”

"I... Be willing to show him the way in the first direction, as you said, hatred! ”

Tyrion smiled unconsciously at this malicious curse, and he stretched out his hand to the king in front of him:

"Welcome to the Council of the Forgotten Kings, then... Say hello to your companions. ”

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