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Almost as soon as the black sky receded, the cheers of the tsunami began to echo on the city wall and the military formation in the distance!

The allies dominated by the Lordaerons are so happy, so happy!

Ever since the day of Arthas's murder of his father, a great stone has been weighing on the hearts of the people of Lordaeron.

Is Lordaeron going to be finished?

Is the royal family of Minethil going to be severed?

Do we still have a future, do we still have hope?

Outcome......

Princess Kalia, who had been announcing her death for more than ten years, magically appeared at a critical moment and stabilized the hearts of the people who had been scattered.

And then with the addition of the Dark Gate Front, and now finally holding the last psychological support of the Lordarens - the holy city of Stratholme!

This directly made the morale of the Lordaeron people boil to the top.

"Hooray!"

"Holy City bless us!"

"Long live Lord Duke Marcus!"

The soldiers, whether it was Mograine's elite Scarlet Crusade, Sedan Dasorhan's Stratholme, or Tulayan's Dark Gate Front, everyone cheered and raised their weapons in their hands.

"Bang Bang Bang!" the sword and shield soldier rhythmically slapped his shield with his broad long sword, making a loud sound like a drum.

Surrounded by three paladin bosses, Duke had to rely on Mograine's personal guards to clear his way through the crowded and frenetic crowd and enter Stratholme.

Old friends are naturally very happy to reunite after a long absence.

Unlike Mograini, Saidan and Tulayan met for the first time since Duke's return.

Although Tulayan is more of a listener and a man of action, he asks almost as soon as he sees Duke: "Are Tirio and Gavinrad alright?"

"Not bad, at least those two guys can practice with each other together, and then they can discuss the Light with the Chaste Saint?"

"Chaste saint, sounds like a beauty?" Saidan whistled slightly flirtatiously.

Duke had a strange look on his face: "If you ignore her height of more than 60 feet and her stony skin, as a Titan, she is indeed a beauty." ”

Karazin's matter, Saidan didn't know much about it, and he was embarrassed for a while. However, he was more active and jumpy, so he immediately smiled: "Then I really want to see who is stronger in our first generation now." ”

"It's a pity ......Uther," Tulayan sighed suddenly.

Among the first and second generations of paladins, apart from Uther, there is really no second leader who can subdue a group of paladins.

It stands to reason that the remaining six First Paladins are all eligible.

Unfortunately, Reginald and Gavinrad are direct ministers of Duke, Berval swears allegiance to the Kingdom of Stormwind rather than the Light Doctrine itself, Tulayan prefers a commander to a spiritual leader, Saidan is more of a personal hero, and Tirio has been silent for thirteen years and has not yet returned.

As the head of the second generation of paladins, Alexandros Mograini is slightly less qualified.

Thus, in the post-Uther era, the Silver Hand was more of a collaborative organization.

Fortunately, under the oppression of the common mortal enemy of the living like the Scourge Legion, the paladins are still closely united.

Entering Stratholme, in the makeshift command post in the center of the city, Mograini was the first to voice his concerns.

"The Scourge Legion's actions are so unusual. ”

Tulayan nodded: "I also think it's too quiet, although there is not enough intelligence to support it, but it gives me a sense of foreboding." It always felt like Arthas was plotting something bigger. ”

Duke sighed, "Arthas once captured the Sunwell, but let go of this incomparably precious source of magic in our eyes. Just resurrected another great lich, Kel'thugad, and then left. Don't you think that says a thing?"

The answer is already on the horizon.

"The reason for not looking down on the Well of the Sun is naturally because they have a better goal, which is to be closer to the original New Well of Eternity. ”

"What, where?" the three paladins asked in unison.

Arriving at an empty table, Duke raised his hand, and a dozen mage hands cleared the clutter from the table, then spread out a map of Azeroth that he had drawn from memory on the table.

Of course, there are only three continents - the Eastern Kingdoms, Northrend, and Kalimdor. Places that are not well known at this stage are passed by Duke by pretending to be stupid and pretending not to exist.

"It's ......," the generals all breathed rapidly.

The drawing of every map is a huge amount of work. And because of being misled by the wrong map of the age, or the weather, all kinds of magical accidents, the map is very inaccurate.

No one knows better than these generals who have been on the road for many years the importance of an accurate map.

Now, this large map made by Du someone relying on the reproduction of memories in the game back then is as big as four meters by four meters.

Although the map is made...... It's very game-specific, but in this era, compared to rough maps with only rough black lines on military maps, Duke's map with specific place names, partition boundaries, and major monsters is simply a national treasure.

It's not a joke, if it weren't for the fact that the alliance has been fighting as a whole for the past decade or so, the specific topographical maps of each country would still be hidden and locked in the military headquarters of each country.

Duke gestured to the place on the map from his memory, "I don't know what the Scourge is going to do. But if those bones are to make it to the Well of Eternity, then they will at least have to find a way to cross the Endless Sea, reach Azhara, and then break through the defensive circle of the mighty Night Elves and finally reach Mount Hyjal. ”

O World Tree Nodashir!

Thinking of the most powerful World Tree of this era, Duke couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

All right!

The stage and script are ready.

When will the actors play?

At this moment, in the city of Dalaran.

Alsace walked among the ruins of the city, and the dark clouds that had accumulated over the city had turned it into a cold eternal night.

It's a nice feeling to be back in the cold. The eternal summer of the elven kingdom was full of flowers and life, which made him feel uncomfortable, always reminded him of the gardens of Lordaeron Palace, where he used to play with Gianna as a child, and the snapdragons of Barnier's farm.

Now he prefers it, where the ruins are a symbol of decadence, death and despair.

The icy wind washed him away, and the cold suppressed the memories.

The affection brought by the memory no longer did him any good, but only weakness, and in the heart of Alsace Minehir, there was no room for weakness.

Suddenly, Kel'thugad came, and he bowed down with his craggy body: "Everything is ready." ”