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On this night, the city of Lordaeron was very lively, and countless people were celebrating the fall of the dragon Deathwing, but this excitement was destined to be unrelated to the royal family of Lordaeron.

A mourning flag hung on the tallest remaining tower of the palace in Lordaeron - the beautiful Princess Kalia Minethil was tragically killed, and there was no body left.

In the mourning hall, the queen and Arthas wept profusely.

Like an old man stepping into the grave, Terenus sat in the corner of the mourning hall, looking at the empty coffin and the jeweled necklace that Kalia had worn in the morning.

Lordaeron suffered a double whammy today.

One is the death of Kalia.

Second, in the afternoon, Gilneth, who originally seemed to support Lordaeron the most, suddenly announced his separation from the Lordaeron Alliance, but this matter has not yet spread to the people.

"Gilneth will not be in the company of Lordaeron, who is in the same league as the evil black dragon Nesario. That's what Jean said.

The excuse is high-sounding and politically impeccable.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows why.

Jean is too clever for Duke's plan to set up a castle in the Cursed Lands called the Overwatch to monitor the Dark Gates is no secret. If he remained in the League, the cost of establishing the Overwatch would undoubtedly be a showdown with Gilneth.

On the other hand, after it was revealed that Lord Presto was Nesario, after the hope of seeking the Plains of Hillsbrad through the secret alliance with Terenus was dashed, as far as Gilneth was concerned, it was no longer beneficial to stay in the alliance.

Less than an hour after Giniels withdrew, news came from Quel'Salas that he had withdrawn from the league for the same reason.

If Gilneth quits because it's unprofitable, then Quel'Thalas's exit is a classic episode of hyperthermia. Since the only human kingdom bordering the Yongge Forest has a bad reputation, Quel'Thalas, who needs neither trade nor military support, and also does not want to pay a high amount of money for a castle in the southernmost part of the continent, then quitting has become the best option.

After all, the Lordaeron Alliance was originally an alliance against a common enemy, the Horde, and it was a rather loose military alliance. If it is a federation, it would be a betrayal if you dare to withdraw, and the alliance and the federation are obviously not the same thing.

Yesterday, if Gilneth and Quel'Salas dared to do this, Terenus would have dared to say that "when the Horde or other threats come again, the Alliance will not send a single soldier to save you." It's a pity that now, Lordaeron is too busy to take care of himself.

Lordaeron, the leader of the alliance, is in name only.

Duke Chamas, a henchman of Terenus, came: "Your Majesty, I think we should release the news that Your Majesty has been deceived by the magic of Deathwing. ”

Blame one of the most evil beings, and it's the dead guy. This is the most appropriate way, at least for the people.

However, everyone knew that if it weren't for Lordaeron's top-down coveting of Alterac's land, there wouldn't have been such a thing.

Lordaeron's prestige is gone.

This is known from the fact that the rest of the alliance is surrounded by the Stormwind Kingdom.

Duke Chamáz's approach is a typical crisis PR, but there is no such term in this world.

"You can do it. Terenus made an angry sound.

"Your Majesty, please mourn. Duke Carmas bowed deeply, then withdrew.

Corresponding to the gloom and gloom of Lordaeron Palace, the state guesthouse where the Stormwind Kingdom is located, is bustling and thriving.

The kingdom of Lordaeron is very tyrannical, and not only the royal palace can host the most lavish banquets. Even if it is a state guesthouse used to entertain foreign guests, there is still one in every state guesthouse with a huge banquet hall of more than 1,000 square meters.

Tonight, there were so many kings visiting that one wondered whether the palace was inhabited by the lord or the lord of the league.

On the lawn of the State Guesthouse, the dwarven guards from Ironforge and the dwarven griffin knights of Eagle's Nest are drinking, and the gnome mages of Nomorigen are performing tricks. In the hallway outside the banquet hall of the State Guesthouse, the mage of Dalaran and the mage of Quel'Salas discussed the possibilities of the Dark Gate.

In the side hall, there are all sea men from Kul Tiras, the highland knights of Riptide Castle, and the knights of the Stormwind Kingdom who are bragging, fighting, or wrestling wrists.

In addition to Gilneth and Lordaeron, even the Quel'Thalas Elves who have just claimed to have quit the alliance can be seen here.

As expected, the alliance bigwigs met Countess Illusia Barov, who had come to entertain the guests, at the gate of the state guesthouse.

Dressed in a black velvet low-cut dress, Illusia was quite eye-catching, and although she looked a little lost due to the decline of her family, Illusia fulfilled her duties as one of the only two counts under Duke and as a deputy.

She entertained her guests with grace, and by her side was the former Duke Alex Barov.

Every guest will smile.

The news from Lordaeron was still that Duke Barov was a traitor to the Alliance, and it would never be changed, and it was a 'fact' that the four kings had decided at the time.

All right!

Didn't you slander Duke Barov as a traitor to the Alliance?

Yes, this is the red fruit fruit slapping Lordaeron in the face. Even Lordaeron is miserable enough now.

Tonight's banquet is naturally also a gathering of alliance bigwigs.

Even though he had a political disagreement, Duke allowed Antonidas and Kael'thas to come and get together.

Near the circle where the top leaders of the alliance gathered, there were no uninteresting guys who dared to come over more than ten meters away.

Ryan spoke first: "Duke, you can tell everyone the truth." What are you going to do at the Dark Gate? Build a huge fortress in that desolate place, and everyone has no idea what to do. ”

Almost all of the alliance bigwigs nodded.

According to past experience, to build such a fortress far away from human settlements, the cost is at least tens of millions of gold coins, not counting the follow-up maintenance costs. Forget about transporting food and armaments through the underdeveloped Red Ridge Mountains, through a sad swamp full of mud, and finally to the cursed land where birds don't. Such a supply line is enough to drive any quartermaster crazy.

Duke shook the red wine in his glass: "Seriously, I don't need your money. I can do all the funding myself. ”

There was an uproar among the kings.

Solas frowned, "And what do you want?"

"The best soldiers of all countries!, and the authority of His Majesty Lane. (To be continued.) )