Chapter 845 Ready

The undead canopy shrouding the sky has become the signature of the Scourge's attack.

Almost as soon as the black sky receded, the cheers of Tsunami Mountain began to echo from the military formations in the distance on the city wall!

The Allies, which are dominated by people from Lordaeron, are so happy, so happy!

Since the day Arthas killed his father, a huge stone has been weighing on the hearts of the people of Lordaeron.

Is Lordaeron coming to an end?

Will the royal family of Menethil be cut off?

Do we still have a future, is there still hope?

result……

Princess Kalia, whose death had been announced for more than ten years, magically appeared at a critical moment, stabilizing the shattered hearts.

Then with the addition of the Dark Portal Front, and now the people of Lordaeron have finally secured their last psychological support - the holy city of Stratholme!

This directly boiled the morale of the people of Lordaeron to its peak.

"Long live!"

"The Holy City protects us!"

"Long live His Excellency Duke Marcus!"

The soldiers, whether it was Mograine's elite Scarlet Crusade, the Stratholme army formed by Saidan Dathrohan, or Turalyon's Dark Portal Front, everyone cheered and held their hands high. arms.

"Papa! Papa!" The sword and shield soldiers beat the shield rhythmically with their broad swords, making loud noises like drums.

Surrounded by three paladin bosses, Duke could only rely on Mograine's personal guards to help clear the way before he could pass through the crowded and fanatical crowd and enter Stratholme.

It's natural to be particularly happy to see old friends again after a long absence.

Unlike Mograine, Saidan and Turalyon met for the first time after Duke returned.

Although Turalyon was more of a listener and actioner, he asked almost as soon as he saw Duke: "Are Tirion and Gavin Radd okay?"

"It's not bad. At least those two guys can practice with each other, and then they can discuss the Holy Light with the Virgin Saint?"

"Chaste Saint? Does she sound like a beauty?" Saidan whistled slightly frivolously.

Duke's face was strange: "If you ignore her height of over 60 feet and her stone skin, as a Titan, she is indeed a beauty."

Saidan didn't know much about Karazhan, so he felt embarrassed for a moment. However, he, who is more lively and out-of-the-box, immediately smiled: "Then I really want to see who among the first generations of us is stronger."

"What a pity Uther..." Turalyon sighed suddenly.

Among the first and second generations of Paladins, apart from Uther, there is really no other leader who can overwhelm all the Paladins.

It stands to reason that the remaining six first-generation Paladins are eligible.

It's a pity that Reginald and Gavin Rad are direct ministers of Duke. Bolvar swears allegiance to the Kingdom of Stormwind rather than the doctrine of the Holy Light itself. Turalyon is more of a commander than a spiritual leader. Saidan is more of a personal hero. Leo has been silent for another thirteen years and still hasn't come back.

As the leader of the second generation of Paladins, Alexandros Mograine is slightly less qualified.

Therefore, in the post-Uther era, the Silver Hand is more like a collaborative organization.

Fortunately, under the oppression of the Scourge, the common enemy of the living, the Paladins are still closely united.

Entering Stratholme, in the temporarily requisitioned command post in the center of the city, Mograine first expressed his concerns.

"The actions of the Scourge are so unusual."

Turalyon nodded: "I also feel that it is too quiet. Although there is not enough intelligence to support it, it gives me an ominous premonition. I always feel that Arthas is planning a bigger conspiracy."

Duke sighed: "Alsace once captured the Sunwell, but let go of this source of magic that is extremely precious in our eyes. He just resurrected another great lich, Kel'Thuzad, and then left. You don't Do you think this explains something?"

The answer is already there.

"They look down on the Sunwell naturally because they have a better goal, which is the new Well of Eternity that is closer to the original version."

"What? Where?" The three Paladin bosses asked in unison.

Arriving in front of an empty table, Duke raised his hand, and a dozen mage hands cleared away all the debris on the table, and then spread out a map of Azeroth that he drew from memory on the table. .

Of course, there are only three continents - the Eastern Kingdoms, Northrend, and Kalimdor. Those places that are not widely known at this stage are covered by Duke's pretending that they don't exist.

"This is..." Several generals suddenly began to breathe rapidly.

The drawing of every map is a huge undertaking. Moreover, due to being misled by erroneous maps from a long time ago, or due to weather or various magical accidents, the map drawing is very inaccurate.

No one knows the importance of an accurate map better than these generals who lead troops all year round.

Now, this large map, which was reproduced by Du based on the memories from the game, is four meters by four meters in size.

Although the map production... has the characteristics of a game, in this era, compared to rough maps where even military maps only have thick black lines, Duke's map with specific place names, division boundaries and major monsters marked is simply a national treasure. level stuff.

This is no joke. If the alliance had not been fighting as a whole for the past ten years or so, the specific terrain maps of each country would still be hidden and tightly locked in the military headquarters of each country.

Duke pointed to the place in his memory on the map: "I don't know what the Scourge will do. But if those bones want to get to the Well of Eternity, then they must at least find a way to cross the Endless Sea and reach Azshara. , and then break through the powerful night elves’ defense circle, and finally reach Mount Hyjal.”

World tree Nordrassil!

Thinking of the most powerful world tree in this era, Duke couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

alright!

The stage and script are ready.

When will the actors come on stage?

At this moment, in Dalaran City.

Alsace walked among the ruins of the city. The dark clouds that accumulated over the city turned the place into a cold eternal night.

It felt good to be back out in the cold. The eternal summer in the elven kingdom was full of floral fragrance and vitality, which made him feel uncomfortable all over. It always reminded him of the garden of Lordaeron Palace where he and Jaina often played when he was a child, and of the snapdragons on Barnier's farm.

Now he likes it here even more. The ruins represent decadence, death and despair.

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

The emotions brought about by memories no longer served him any good, but only brought weakness, and there was no room for weakness in Arthas Menethil's heart.

Suddenly, Kel'Thuzad arrived. He bowed with his rugged body and saluted: "Everything is ready."