Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 567 120. Chief and Warlord

"That sword!"

When Lothar asked about the price, Terenas Menethil II, who was crossing his hands on the table, no longer concealed himself. He put down the scepter in his hand and said softly:

"Sword of the Emperor, Stromkar."

"The meaning it represents has surpassed the weapon itself. In recent months, disturbing rumors have spread across the Seven Kingdoms of Mankind, and even wise mages have participated in this discussion.

This situation cannot be exacerbated, Marshal.

Peace is not only your wish, but also our wish. The people need to recuperate, instead of starting an undeserved war again because of some ancient legends.

What do you say? "

Lothar nodded, and looked at Dai Lin again.

This sailor-like warrior king will also have a serious expression, and he said to Lothar in a deep voice:

"Give that sword back to the Church of the Holy Light or Dalaran for safekeeping, and all conflicts and contradictions will disappear in an instant. Marshal Lothar, you know me, I am a warrior just like you.

To be honest, I refused when they asked me to come, and until now, I still don't want to join this political discussion on this occasion.

I will do anything to keep you safe.

But after all, today is different from the past, and the existence of that sword will not bring benefits to our country and civilization. Surrender the sword that only causes trouble, without compromising your greatness.

You are still a hero of human civilization, and you are still a great man in everyone's mind. "

Having said that, Dai Lin paused, and he showed a smile, and said to Lothar:

"Besides, if you really have some thoughts about the glory of your ancestors, in fact, with your current reputation, it doesn't matter whether you have that sword or not. It doesn't mean anything.

If you are determined to attack the Emperor's Throne, I can tell you right now that Kul Tiras and I will stand by your side.

But if you're trying to claim the throne with that sword and a legend, then I can't play with you like that.

After all, it means a war. "

Lothar also nodded, but did not respond. He finally looked at the representative of Dalaran. The archmage Mo Della with her silver hair coiled up took a deep breath and said in a serious tone:

"The council of six does not intend to intervene in the political turmoil caused by the emperor's sword Stromkar. If there is a war in the future, we will strictly abide by neutrality and call on all spellcasters to stay away from war.

Humans practice the power of magic, not to destroy each other!

We must use the power of magic to protect civilization and the rise of races, just like the source of our inheritance, the hermit Master Metri.

But if Marshal Lothar finally decides to hand over Stromkar to Dalaran for safekeeping, then the entire Kirin Tor will do everything possible to protect the sacred artifacts of humans.

And the Kirin Tor is willing to pay any price to ensure the safety of Marshal Lothar. "

"Ok."

Lothar nodded for the third time, and finally looked at Varian beside him.

The young king raised his head and said aloud:

"No! That's Emperor Thoradin's personal sword, which should belong to Marshal Lothar. Why should he use the name of the entire human civilization to force him to hand over the sword?

Are you so afraid of this sword? "

"No, child."

King Terenas spoke softly, with a trace of undeniable toughness, and said:

"What we are afraid of is not a sword, what we are afraid of is the sword bearer. You can hate us, but you can't put your personal feelings above Wang Quan.

You have to always remember that every word you say is not just yourself.

And the millions of people standing behind you. You are their king, their leader, their voice, their mouthpiece.

You are a king first, then Lothar's adopted son, and finally the individual Varian Wrynn.

If you want us to value your opinion, please speak like a king. "

The old king's light words blocked all the room for Varian to refute.

The young man wanted to express his dissatisfaction and anger, and his understanding of the world and justice, but Dai Lin beside him reached out and held his shoulder.

Terenas' words were harsh, but true.

Varian and Dailin couldn't argue with that.

After all, Dai Lin did the same.

As for King Terenas, he didn't waste time discussing the game with Varian, a young man he once regarded as his own child. He looked at Lothar who was sitting opposite him.

After a few seconds of silence, King Terenas said softly:

"So, Marshal Lothar, what is your answer?"

"What you said makes sense, so I need a little time to think about it."

Anduin Lothar was very calm.

He said something in a gentle tone.

It seemed to be delaying time, but the kings agreed with this sentence tacitly. They agreed not to urge them any more, and then began to discuss the issue of the orc shelter.

Varian felt very uncomfortable watching this scene, and his fists under the table were clenched.

Just when the young king was about to bear it, a calloused hand was quietly placed on the back of his hand. Varian glanced back, Lothar was smiling at him.

That smile was very similar to the smile he had on the battlefield of the Burning Plains when he was about to lead the Alliance Legion to a decisive battle against the orcs.

That is determined to fight for victory, that is the smile of winning.

When he saw this smile, all the worries in Varian's heart disappeared in an instant. He finally understood that Marshal Lothar, whom he regarded as his adoptive father, had long before he came to Lordaeron.

No, he had already made his decision when he left Stormwind Kingdom for the northern border.

He should have sternly rejected King Terenas when he asked the question just now, but he didn't do so. This does not mean that Lothar is timid or afraid.

This can only show one thing. In this invisible war, when the kings moved their pieces, Lothar had already set up his own formation.

It's not the final moment of battle yet.

——

While the king and the marshal are playing against each other, on the Burning Plains, on the Blackrock Spire.

A huge stone round table was also placed in the Hall of Chiefs in Red, where a group of chiefs who "smuggled" from Dellano were having their last meeting before departure.

The elite orcs who came with them were arranged by the "Great Chief" Reid in a military camp on the lower floor. They were eating and drinking, picking out equipment by the way, and preparing for a long-distance attack.

The atmosphere in the chief's hall was dignified. Talon Gorefiend, who led the operation, was explaining his plan on the temporary large sand table.

On his left sat Grom, Kargath, Fenris, and Ner'zhul, the great necromancer with a hood and a decadent breath, and a powerful and mysterious orc warrior with a red mask.

These guys are representatives of the Dellanorc faction.

On the right hand side of Gorefiend, there were Bo Rocks, Wa Locke, Reid Blackhand, and an orc hunter wearing a black wolfskin hat, who was unusually silent, and was obviously a circle larger than ordinary orcs.

These four represent the orc faction of Azeroth.

It is worth mentioning that behind this orc hunter is a giant jungle brown bear, covering his eyes with his paws and sleeping soundly, and the shape of the wolfskin cap covering his eyes

How should I put it, it looks like the classic battle helmet of a Batterman who walks through the city at night and beats criminals to bones with his bare hands.

And behind Reid, there was also a mysterious orc warlock who was blind in one eye, wearing a luxurious elven robe, holding a staff with a strange shape like a demon living creature.

Judging from the fact that he was allowed to observe this meeting of chiefs, his identity should not be simple.

"According to my information, Anduin Lothar will attend the wedding of King Terenas' daughter in the city of Lordaeron three days later, that is an excellent opportunity.

The city of Lordaeron is only separated from Dalaran by Lake Lordaeron Mire. The wedding invited many spellcasters to watch the ceremony, which left Dalaran's defenses empty.

We can enter Dalaran to snatch the enchanted gem called 'Eye of Dalaran' while the assassination is going on. It is the most powerful of all magic gemstones known in Azeroth!

Its energy is enough for us to open portals to other worlds. "

As the commander, Gorefiend pointed to the sand table and loudly narrated his strategy:

"As long as we seize the opportunity, with the help of our new friends, we can kill Lothar with a clean beheading action. I suggest that this team be led by the most powerful Chief Grom, Ka Chief Garth is his deputy!

The team that went deep into Dalaran was led by Ner'zhul, and all our current warlocks were given to him as commander.

Ner'zhul was a spellcaster, and he knew how to deal with the weaklings of spellcasters.

regarding me.

While you are in action, I will cross the endless sea, go to the Tomb of Sargeras, and search for the vital artifact scepter. Without that thing, it is useless for us to snatch the Eye of Dalaran.

This is the most dangerous job!

Even Gul'dan was buried there, which shows how dangerous it is. I have taken the initiative to shoulder the most difficult task. Therefore, do you have any opinions on my combat arrangements for this division of troops? "

"No."

Grom Hellscream held an apple in his hand, threw it into his mouth and smashed it with a click. His gaze didn't rest on the Gorefiend at all, but kept looking at Saurfang who was opposite him.

He stared at him with blood-red eyes and said:

"But you don't have our 'brothers' in your plans.

Bu Rocks, I admire your bravery, and I also know your loyalty to Orgrim. I don't want to force you. You can choose one of the three teams to follow. "

"Choosing one of the three futures you have set for me is not a choice, Grom."

Old Orc Boo Rocks grinned and said:

"But I know that if I don't choose, you will fight me here. I am old, and I was injured again in the decisive battle with the alliance. I am no longer your opponent, and I don't want to experience Gore Howl again The feeling of being cut on the body.

So, my brother and I, as well as the warrior Rexxar, follow your team to assassinate Lothar.

Based on my understanding of human civilization in the past half year, you will need our help. "

"I will also take my warriors and follow you to Lordaeron!"

The junior Red Blackhand also expressed his opinion, but was ignored by a group of chiefs gorgeously, and no one cared about him, a little transparent "big chief".

No one even paid attention to him when he spoke.

Reid was also helpless about the situation.

But he is different now. He knows that this group of veteran swordsmen who are capable of fighting and have a reputation in front of him is not the time for him, a junior, to turn his face.

"Your Excellency, Gorefiend, you have never been to the Broken Beach. It is a very long journey. The environment in the Tomb of Sargeras is also very complicated. Your time is urgent and cannot be wasted."

Reid, who was ignored, coughed in embarrassment. He looked at Talon Gorefiend who was presiding over the meeting, and said in a deep voice as if suggesting:

"But I have been there, and I can give you the recorded map. I have already made an agreement with the black dragons, and they will send a group of hybrid dragons as our mobile mounts.

But where you're going is an endless sea that even dragons can't cross, and you may need a few ships.

You can go to the goblins here, I have also sent my emissary in Booty Bay, and I will let my most trusted leader of the Blackrock Warlock, Nirru Burning Blade, go with you and your death knight.

Neillu will arrange everything for you. "

The great chief winked, and the one-eyed warlock behind him immediately stepped forward, and handed the rolled-up animal skin map to the blood demon with both hands. The latter took it in his hand, opened it, looked at it, and nodded in satisfaction. .

He glanced at the warlock who was blind in one eye again.

The Gorefiend in black armor let out a confused nasal voice, and said:

"You! You look familiar. I seem to have seen you somewhere? You used to be a member of the Shadow Council?"

"Yes, Lord Terongor."

The evil eye glanced at the large skull grimoire belonging to Gul'dan hanging on the armor belt of the gorefiend. A hint of surprise flashed in his one eye, but he concealed it very well.

He bowed his head respectfully and replied:

"I used to be a high-ranking warlock of the Shadow Council, and now I serve for Chief Red.

I have studied magic with you, and I have also followed Gul'dan to that ghostly place. The Broken Shore is really dangerous, and the danger there is not only the demons in the tomb, but also some other dark creatures.

I know that you are powerful, but you must take care of your body, pay attention to safety, and don't take it lightly. "

(end of this chapter)