"Reinforcements from Kalimdor have arrived, the whole army is retreating! Ready to transfer! Fast! ”

The Heralds of the Emperor of Lothar were delivering the Emperor's orders to the battlefield in the darkness of the night, and as the Darkblade Legion sent some of its forces to the remnants of Darein's fleet to resist the Kalimdor reinforcements, there was a slight gap in the frontal battlefield, which was the last chance for the exhausted human soldiers.

On the north coast near Whispering Harbor, on the battlefield of another human transfer point, the battle here is as brutal as the frontal battlefield, and the war here is led by another great knight, Tirio. Fordin, and Alsace, who had been sent here before the war. Minahill.

The reason why the new king of Lordaeron is holding on to the north coast is simple: the civilians evacuated from Lordaeron are here, and he does not want to lose anything more in his grief.

And after the emperor's heralds arrived, the commander of the North Coast battlefield, Ferdin, learned not only the reason for the retreat, but also the situation on the frontal battlefield.

"The King of the Dark Blades has appeared on the battlefield, and the Emperor of Lothar has been held back by him!"

The Great Knight, covered in blood, raised his hammer and shouted to King Lordaeron behind him:

"Your Majesty Arthas! Please stay here with your people, and soon reinforcements will come to help you evacuate... Come with me, Kurtaz, we're going to the frontal battlefield, the Silver Hand and Tyrion have some accounts to settle! ”

After saying that, the Great Knight rushed out of the fortress with the angry Dwarven Paladin Lord, and the last team of combat-ready, not tired-minded Paladins, Arthas watched them slash all the way through the undead horde, he was very similar to following Fording to find Tyrion to settle accounts, but he couldn't.

Behind him, there were tens of thousands of people who belonged to him, and he could not leave them behind at this time.

"Thassarian, you take the guards who can still fight to help the Grand Knight!"

As soon as the new king gave the order, the young lieutenant immediately nodded, and rushed to the frontal battlefield with a team of guards, and less than 5 minutes after they left, the captain of the guard, Faric, who was guarding the king's side, noticed the strangeness of the battlefield on the north coast, and he shouted:

"Your Majesty, look over there, the undead are retreating!"

This shout made Arthas, who was tired and resting on the city wall, immediately raise his head, under the darkness in front of him, the undead who had originally surrounded the north coast were indeed slowly retreating, but not fully retreating, because there was a strange legion, while the other undead retreated, they were advancing.

The Death Knights on their skeleton horses were dressed differently from the other necromancers, more like the guards of the human kingdom than the proper Death Knights, guarded by a dead knight in golden armor.

"The new king Arthas... I'm here to say goodbye to you. ”

The golden-armored undead shouted in a hoarse, hollow voice:

"Come on, come out and face me."

It wasn't like any of Arthas's ever heard it, and he didn't need to venture out of the fortress in the light of the situation, but deep down in his heart, his instinct was frantically urging him to get out of the fortress, as if it were an extremely important moment.

At last, the new king, accompanied by the loyal chief of the guard, stood at the top of the fortress wall, and he looked at the figure riding behind the skeletal warhorse in golden armor, and he frowned and shouted:

"Who are you?"

"Hehe, I have a name that you're sure to be familiar with..."

The golden-armored undead stretched out his hand and slowly took off his helmet adorned with red feathers, and the moment his emaciated face appeared, Arthas's fingers on the edge of the city wall tightened suddenly, and the solid stone was completely crushed by the tremendous force that burst out between the young king's fingers at this moment.

As he looked at the undead, the undead looked at him, and Arthas couldn't even say a word under the gaze of those dark blue eyes, and behind him, the loyal captains of the guard, Faric and Marvion, looked at each other in shock, and the two clenched their weapons, but they didn't know whether to draw them or not.

"My name is... Terenus. I am one of the kings to be forgotten, Minethil..."

The Death Lord Terenus waved his hand, and the royal guards who were guarding him who were as loyal alive as they were after the death slowly retreated, Terenus turned over and dismounted, reached out and took the golden sword engraved with runes handed over by the guard, he raised his head and looked at the new king on the city wall, as he had done before, and beckoned to him:

"Come, new king of Lordaeron, this is an internal affair of the Minahir family... Let's tackle it in a family way. ”

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"The frontal battlefield is ahead, Kurtaz, can you still hold it?"

The great knight Ferdin, who was on his horse, glanced back at the dwarven paladin lord who was following behind him, and Kurtaz grabbed his messy beard and said in a deep voice:

"Of course, Fordin, don't underestimate me, I'm baptized with you, I'm still a strong dwarf, I'm not weaker than you."

"That's good!"

Fording turned his head and took a deep breath, intending to rush all the way into the frontal battle, but just as they crossed the mountains between the two coasts, on the way to the battlefield in front of them, a dead, heavily armed legion happened to be blocking their eyes.

"Restored"

Between the neighing of the horses, this fast-galloping paladin team had to stop, because there were too many enemies in front of them.

"Bang"

Heavy hammers and tomahawks collided, and a small but stocky figure stepped out of the escort of the Death Knights, riding behind a specially summoned Death Goat, which was draped in sturdy armor and engraved with the history of the Dwarves, a miniature mural and a legendary epic about the King of the Mountains.

This is clearly the work of the best master blacksmiths.

The moment he saw the low figure on the war sheep, the dwarven paladin lord Kurtaz let out an exclamation:

"The hammer is on top... Magni! ”

"Bang"

There was another clash of hammers and tomahawks, and this time Ferdin's clear vision of the sparks and thunder from the collision between the two weapons, and in front of him, the king of the bronze-bearded dwarves was dressed in black armor of his own casting, and on his shoulders was a hideous shoulder armor adorned with a ram's head, and he did not have a helmet, but his golden hair had completely turned dark gold, and so did his beard.

"It's a battle between dwarves... Humans, get out! ”

Magni wasn't in the mood to talk too much to the living in front of him, partly because of his instinctive aversion to dealing with the living like the dead, and partly because he had to fulfill the orders Tyrion had given him so that the Lord of the Blades could fulfill his promise.

Magni knew very well that whether or not that promise could be fulfilled was extremely important to those who survived in the northern frontier, but for any important and sacred mission, there must be sacrifices.

"Fordin, leave with the knights! Go to the aid of Lothar. ”

Kurtaz plucked his hammer from behind his back, and shouted without looking back:

"Dwarves, fellow citizens, it's time to prove your mettle... You all know Magni, he has suffered a horrible fate, and it's time to set him free..."

"Charge! For Kazmodan! ”

The old dwarf Kurtaz roared angrily, the war sheep under his crotch did not make a sound, lowered his head and crashed into the opposite Magni, who also grabbed the weapon, with a dwarve-like violent momentum, drove the war sheep to crash into Kurtaz without dodging, behind both, there were dwarves rushing out of the positions of both sides, one side was noisy, the other was dead.

But in terms of numbers, the number of dead dwarves commanded by Magni is much greater than that of the dwarven paladins of Kurtaz.

"Bang"

The two-handed warhammer glowing with holy light and the one-handed weapon wrapped in death energy collided with waves of energy in a staggered manner, and Kurtaz's heroic voice rang in the ears of Fordin, who had clenched his weapons, and the remaining paladins:

"Go help Lothar!"

"This is my fate... Let me face it alone! ”

"Don't underestimate me... Old Fording! ”

"Bang"

The scorching and dazzling light erupted over Kurtaz's diminutive body, and he roared, like a mad fighter, grabbing the war hammer and leaping from the war sheep, and threw Magni off the opposite side of the war sheep, the two dwarves scuffled together, although it looked funny, but the aftermath of the energy that erupted from the battlefield between the two made people laugh at all.

"We... Let's go! ”

Ferdin, gritting his teeth, took one last look back at the battlefield behind him, and led the remaining paladins past the defense line of the dwarven death knights, and continued to rush towards the frontal battlefield, while Lieutenant Thassarian, who was following behind, looked back at Kurtaz who was fighting with Magni as he left the battlefield, and finally, the hot-blooded young man shouted:

"Don't die! Old dwarf, after the war... I invite you to drink! ”

After the last paladin left, Kurtas swung his warhammer and knocked the Death Lord Magni back dozens of paces with a roar, and he panted and untied a small flask from his waist with a warhammer, poured it in one gulp, and then tossed the flask aside, he wiped his beard and gave a sinister smile to the Death Lord in front of him.

"Do you hear that? Magni, someone is going to invite me for a drink..."

"Wow"

The figure of the Dwarven Paladin Lord was enveloped in an extremely rich holy light at this moment, and he sprang up from the ground like a cannonball, smashing fiercely into the King of Copperbeard in front of him.

"So, this battle... I can't afford to lose!! ”

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"They should have already started fighting."

In the battle between the living and the dead, the two sides were already about to fight their heads, but in another place in the northern Xinjiang, it was still the scene of the king seeing the king, but it seemed unusually calm, and even with a hint of warmth.

Moira. Copperbeard, the princess of the copperbeard dwarf handed the baby in her arms to the somewhat cramped black iron dwarf in front of her, this princess who always led the copperbeard remnants forward with a resolute attitude and spirit, and her face was full of happiness at this time.

And beside her, Dagran, who had stripped off his armor and changed into a robe. Thorrison clumsily took the sleeping baby, he tried to withdraw all the death energy in his body, and with a somewhat stiff hand, he gently held his son, shaking his body slightly in place.

Although he is already a deceased man, thanks to the "free spirit" of the Dark Blade, even the Black Iron Emperor who refuses to obey Tyrion's orders, and now, he has his own mansion in the Dark Furnace City, and some guards who are loyal to the Thorisen family, he is completely a free man, but the Black Iron Emperor has hardly made any transgressive actions except for being drunk with blood wine, scolding Tyrion and greeting his ancestral women.

The Thorrison family has nothing left, so Dagran will do whatever it takes to protect what he still has, and for that, he is willing to even prostrate before killing his enemies on the throne.

"It's so cute, look at his eyes, how much they look like you."

Emperor Thorrison seemed to see the most beautiful treasure he had ever dug up in his life, and he whispered in a hoarse voice:

"Look at this wrist, how much it looks like me."

He hugged his son tightly, then raised his head and looked at his wife who had been separated for a long time, and Moira was also looking at him, the two did not speak, but at this moment, the gap between the living and the dead had been completely erased, although the dead had no tears.

"Dagran, come with me... We're going to Northrend to start a new life, and as you said, as long as you don't betray, Tyrion won't..."

"No, no! My dear, I'm sorry I can't walk with you anymore. ”

Thorrison reluctantly handed his blood to his wife, and with his cold lips, he left a dead man's kiss on Moira's forehead, and then took a step back, in the most secret jungle of Hinterland, the Death Lord of Black Iron, the last member of the Forgotten Kings, he carefully took out two small bottles, one red and one green, from the leather bag in his arms, and handed the warm and peaceful potion to Moella.

"I used it, in exchange for my freedom after death... From now on, I will be a lackey of Tyrion..."

"But it's worth it, you and my son, who have inherited the divine bloodline of Bronze Whiskers and Black Iron, and he will become the next King of the Mountains after all! I used everything I had to buy a future for our children. ”

"The blood of the dragon king and the juice of life, with them, my son will eventually become the king of all dwarves!"

"This little fellow will glorify his father, glorify his mother, glorify his blood and his calling... Go, Moira, and leave the land that is about to be ruled by the dead with the child... Don't worry about me, my wife, my dear, Dagran. Thorrison's heart is cold, it has burned for you. ”

"Let's go, let's go! Never look back..."