Lothar didn't actually appear out of nowhere, he had already met Varian, the king of the Stormwind Kingdom, before coming to the Arathi Heights. Wryon too.

One month earlier, on the slopes of the Upwind Trail, Lothar had witnessed the fall of his best friend, Medivan, who had already realized that he had given him his mission when Karazan had completely changed hands.

Whether it was the future that Medivin told him, or the undead from another world who rushed out of the dark portal with his own eyes, it became the motivation to keep Lothar going!

It's like Medivan said, he doesn't need to prepare, and fate, fate will have everything ready for him.

He cannot sit idly by and watch the alliance split, it must unite in the face of the terrible catastrophe that is coming in the future! Gotta get stronger! in order to ensure that the fire of human civilization will not be extinguished.

And this is also the blood flowing in his body, from the only co-master of mankind, from the most noble of mankind, the ultimate mission given to him by the blood of the true king!

That is to rebuild the human empire, reorganize the seven countries that are currently divided, and unite the entire human civilization.

It is not difficult to convince the nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom, Lothar grew up here, and deep down in his heart, the Stormwind Kingdom is his second home, and Varian. Below King Wrynn, all the nobles of the entire king have almost grown up under his nose.

Although it was somewhat embarrassing about the royal power, Lothar finally put forward his own proposal, which was a plan that he and Medivan discussed for three years.

"In the future Asora Empire, there will be an emperor as a symbol of the country."

Lothar rode on his horse, against Garin behind him. Thorbain and Varian. Wryon said:

"But the emperor will not directly intervene in the affairs of the state, there are 7 kings, that is, the current 7 kings, each inheritance will be rotated among these 7 dukes, of course, there will be more and more prominent bloodlines in the future, and we must also ensure that the future empire must be ruled by the most powerful and wise monarch, so there are bound to be more and more candidates, and I call them "electors". ”

"Once chosen by others, then this Elector will have the title of Emperor and become the co-lord of mankind, the object of human allegiance of all kingdoms, therefore, I don't want you to have misunderstandings, I didn't come back to rebuild the Human Empire to snatch your power, especially little Varian, you are already the honor of the king, even if I eventually become the emperor of the Arathor Empire, I will not, and I cannot interfere in the affairs of the Storm Kingdom."

Lothar turned around, touched little Varian's hair, and said to him solemnly:

"I swear by the blood of Soladin the Great that I will not destroy your majesty as king."

"All right, Uncle Lothar."

Varian grimaced, and the 20-year-old young king whispered:

"You know, in my heart, you're about the same as my father, and I believe in you, and the Duke of Bowval believes in you, doesn't he? We also signed a contract, so no matter what the other kingdoms think, the Stormwind Kingdom will always be on your side! ”

"We, the Kingdom of Stormgard, have also signed a contract!"

Prince Garin, who was 3 years older than Varian and also a young man, patted himself on the chest and said to Lothar:

"The kingdom of Stormgard, the bloodline of Thorbain, will follow you as well!"

"No, no, no, kids."

Lothar smiled, and he looked to the northwest of the Hillsbrad Hills, and he whispered:

"I believe in you, like I believe in myself, but it's hard to impress real politicians like Jean, like Terenus, I just want them to see the hidden crisis in the current situation, and understand what I'm doing it for... I don't want to be a king or emperor, I just hope that the alliance will always exist, and the fire of human civilization will never be extinguished. ”

He grabbed the reins of his horse, and for a moment he felt a little emotional, he recalled the cruel future he saw in Karazhin's future vision, which gave Lothar a sense of urgency, he had to twist human civilization into a rope before those disasters happened!

He had to do it! He had to do it!

"Speaking of which, Your Majesty Varian, do the nobles of the Stormwind Kingdom really dare to let you embark on this difficult path of 'sword hunting'? ”

Prince Garin looked curiously at Varian beside him. Wrynn, he asked in a low voice:

"Didn't they stop you?"

"Of course they stopped."

Varian rubbed his forehead with a headache:

"Enraged, Boval even locked me in my room for three whole days, but in the end, with the persuasion of Archbishop Benedictas and Bishop Chaldean, they agreed to my adventure."

The young king proudly wiped the insignia on his chest, which was the insignia of the House of Urien, passed down from the ancient Duke of Ureon to Varian, and he whispered:

"Seriously, who can refuse such a glorious journey? And who could refuse a call from Soladin the Great? We've all grown up listening to the legends of Soladin the Great, and now that we have the opportunity to join them, fools will give up! The troubadours of the future are destined to sing about me, Varian. Wryon and yours, Garin. The Legend of Tol Bain! ”

Prince Garin's expression also became firm, he looked at Lothar's straight back, and he clenched his fists:

"You're right, Your Majesty Varian, this is our saga! We will rebuild the empire of mankind that has been divided for 3,000 years, oh my God, after my death, my ancestors will envy me, and I will wash away the slander of the "usurpation" of the Tolbain family with my own hands... It's a great honor! ”

Varian smiled, shrugged his shoulders a little embarrassed, and said to Garin in a low voice:

"And my son is about to be born, even if I suffer... Well, I mean, the rule of House Ureon will not be weakened, and he will be born with the glory that his father earned for him, and he will become the chosen king of the Stormwind Kingdom... What could be better than that? ”

"Well, that's really congratulations."

Prince Garin also laughed, and he asked in a low voice, "Have you named him?" ”

Varian glanced at Marshal Lothar in front of him, he nodded, and said softly:

"I'll call him... Anduin, may he be as great as Uncle Lothar, as full of courage, as legendary as I can give him, this is the best blessing I can give him. ”

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On the other side, when Lothar was taking Varian and Garin to the kingdom of Kul Tiras, in the southeast of the Arathi Heights, between a mountain range occupied by forest trolls, the chiefs of the Warsong Clan and the Thunder King Clan were also discussing something very important.

This matter will directly determine the future direction of orc civilization.

"It simply won't work!"

Grom. Hell Roar threw the map in front of him to the ground with a headache, he walked around the tent anxiously, and the chief of the Thunder King clan, Fenris, also sat on the side with an ugly face, although the two clans worked together, not only released more than 2,000 imprisoned orcs, but also conquered the stone fist ogres and deadwood trolls living in the nearby foothills to join them, but with the small prisoner of war camp has been completely liberated, the next stage, it is necessary to target the large prisoner of war camp.

The problem is here, the Warsong Clan and the Thunder King Clan are not enough in number, even with the 2,000 orcs who have been released, they will not be able to break through a large prisoner of war camp under the siege and interception of the Stormgard heavy cavalry and Lordaeron Paladins. Tolbairn repelled mercilessly, which caused problems with the morale of the orcs.

In Azeroth, it is bound to suffer from the effects of demonemia, and under the exhaustion of this soul, the combat effectiveness of the orcs is not as good as before, and the "orc liberation movement" set off by the two chiefs has undoubtedly suffered a setback.

"We need to gather more of our compatriots!"

Grom gritted his teeth and said, "We can't do it alone!" ”

"The closest to here is the Broken Hand Clan."

Fenris sneered and said:

"You know better than I do what Kargas is, he won't join this great war at all, he'll just hide in his own turf and watch us fight each other... The Dragonmaw Clan had been wiped out, and Kilrog had sent a messenger, but he and his people were too far away in the Valley of Thorns to help. ”

"So it's terrible!"

Grom sat down in his chair with a frustrated expression, and he looked up and saw through the cracks in the tent the young orcs guarding outside, among them was his son, Garrosh. Hell roared, and the elder Nazgorin kept his promise and returned to Azeroth with the children of Nagland as soon as the Dark Gate was opened, the young orcs and children eventually returned to their clan with the help of the Blood Ring Clan.

And Grom was not a person who valued family affection very much, and he could even brutally hack his seriously injured wife to death, just because her wailing was too weak, and his own son was also weak and cowardly, and he once disliked Garrosh very much, and sent him to Nagran to be raised by Gaiaan's mother.

But here's the problem, after experiencing the rage and destruction brought about by the demon blood, witnessing the destruction of his own world, witnessing countless deaths and betrayals, Grom has changed... Disaster is the one that can change a person the most, even if he is a raging and ruthless killer.

Now, although Grom's language is still full of dissatisfaction with Garrosh, it is more of a father's ardent hope for his son to get ahead, rather than a simple disgust, and he takes his son and his clan to fight the entire Eastern Continent, which even makes Grom enjoy this kind of time.

"I remember you weren't like this before, and if you saw you now, you might say you're weak."

Fenris said mockingly, "Who threw his son in Naglan to pick up cow dung?" ”

"This has nothing to do with what we're talking about today!"

Grom stiffly changed the subject, he closed his eyes, and whispered, "But the other day, I got a message from a human captive, deep in the Alterac Mountains... Frostwolf Clan, do you remember? That clan in Frostfire Ridge, with wolves as companions, etc., I remember rumors that you seem to be from..."

"Enough!"

Fenris stood up sharply, slammed his fists into Grom's table, and said viciously:

"Don't discuss my past, now we should focus on the future, the frost wolf is the frost wolf, the thunder king is the thunder king, don't pull us together! Got it? ”

"Okay, okay."

Grom glanced at Fenris with a smirk, and he coughed lightly, rubbing his fingers against the handle of the battle axe, and said:

"The Frostwolf Clan has been living in seclusion in the Alterac Mountains for almost 7 years, and it is said that they helped when Orgrim attacked Lordaeron, which shows that they are powerful, I mean, can you find a way to contact the Frostwolf, although we have parted ways in the past, but now we are working to liberate our compatriots, I believe that if the elder of the Frostwolf is still alive, he will agree to this invitation."

"Nope! You can't do that. ”

Fenris shook his head: "You know too little about the people of the Frostwolf Clan, they are a group of stubborn guys who are more stubborn than stones, admit death, we will not end well if we go directly to persuade them, maybe they will kill the messenger directly, we have to find a suitable persuader... Do you know about Ogrim's jailbreak? ”

"Of course I do."

Grom snorted dissatisfiedly, "Who knows where he's hiding now?" ”

"No, I know!"

Fenris's scarred face revealed a strange smile:

"When I was in Hinterland, I accidentally rescued a human assassin and he told me that as long as we were paid enough, he and his organization could help us find any news, any clue, anyone... What do you think? I said, you have traveled to various parts of the mainland, and the looted property has not been thrown away, right? ”

"It's time to go to Orgrim, if we're lucky, maybe Kargas will be called to join us, you know, Kargas's sadistic relationship with Orgrim is actually quite good, and most importantly, I heard that when Neozu entered Azeroth, he left a secret in this world, which is said to be related to the survival of the orcs..."

"We must find this secret!"