Stormwind God

On December 25, the Christmas Eve before the passing, the triumphal night of this life.

On this night, the city of Lordaeron was very lively. Countless people were celebrating the fall of the Wings of Death Dragon Wings, but this livelihood was destined to miss the Lordaeron family.

A mourning flag hung on the highest tower of the Royal Palace of Lordaeron-the beautiful Princess Kalia Menethil was unfortunately killed, not even the body.

In the hall, the queen and Arthas wept.

And Terenas, like an old man who stepped into the grave, was sitting in the corner of the hall, watching the empty coffin and the string of jewel necklaces that Caria wore in the morning was sad.

Lordaeron took a double blow today.

One is the death of Kalia.

Second, in the afternoon, Gilneas, who seemed to support Lordaeron most, suddenly announced his departure from the Lordaeron Alliance, but the matter had not yet spread to the people.

"Gilnis won't be associated with Lordaeron, who shares the same fate with the evil black dragon, Nesario." This is what Jean said.

The excuse is sound and politically impeccable.

Everyone knows why.

Gene is too clever, and it is no secret that Duke's plan to build a gate in the cursed land called Watchtower Overlooking the Darkness is no secret. If you stay in the league, the cost of building Overwatch will no doubt show off to Gilneas.

On the other hand, because it was revealed that Lord Prestor was Nesario, after the hope of seeking Hillsbrad Plain through the Dark Alliance with Terenas was dashed, Gilneas continued to stay at The Alliance has lost any benefit.

Just less than an hour after Guinness exited, news came from Quel'Thalas, who resigned from the league for the same reason.

If Gilneas was withdrawn because it was not profitable, then Quil'Thalas' withdrawal was a typical case of high fever. Since the only human kingdom bordering Yongge Forest is so bad, Quer'Thalas, which neither needs trade nor military support, also doesn't want to pay high money for a castle on the southernmost tip of the continent, so exit, It also became the best choice.

After all, the Lordaeron Alliance was only an alliance established against a common enemy, the tribe, and it was a rather loose military alliance. If it is the Federation, if you dare to withdraw, it is a betrayal. The Alliance and the Federation are obviously not the same thing.

Yesterday, if Gilneas and Quel'Thalas dared to do this, Terenas would absolutely dare to say something frankly, "When the Horde or other threats come again, the Alliance will not send another soldier to rescue them." You. "But unfortunately, Lordaeron couldn't help himself.

Lordaeron was a real survivor.

Terenas's confidante, Duke Chamaz, came: "Your Majesty, I think it should be released that your Majesty is in the magic of Deathwing, and you have been deceived."

Push the charge on one of the most evil beings and a dead guy. This is the most appropriate way, at least for nationals.

However, everyone knows that if Lordaeron did not covet the land of Alterac from top to bottom, this would not have happened at all.

Lordaeron's prestige is gone.

This is known from the rest of the alliance around the Stormwind Kingdom.

This approach of Duke Chamaz is a typical crisis PR, but the world does not have the term.

"Let's do it." Terenas made a gassy voice.

"Your Majesty, please mourn." The Duke of Chamath bowed deeply, then stepped back.

Corresponding to the sadness of Lordaeron's palace is the liveliness and prosperity of the guesthouse where the Kingdom of Storms is located.

The Kingdom of Lordaeron is very rich, and not only the palace can host the most luxurious banquets. Even if it is a state guesthouse used to entertain foreign guests, there is still a huge banquet hall over 1,000 square meters in each state guesthouse.

This evening, there are so many kings visiting, which makes one wonder whether the lords live in the palace or the lords live here.

On the lawn of the State Guest House, the dwarf guard of the back room from Ironforge and the dwarven griffin knights of Eagle's Nest are fighting wine, and the dwarf mage of Normoregan is performing a trick. In the corridor outside the banquet hall of the State Guest House, the mage of Dalaran and the mage of Quel'Thalas were discussing the possibilities of the Dark Portal.

In the side hall, all the sea men in Kul Tiras are bragging and farting with the highland knights of Whitewater Castle and the knights of the Stormwind Kingdom, or fighting wine, rubbing their wrists or something.

Except for Gilneas and Lordaeron, even the Quel'Thalas elves who have just claimed to leave the league can be seen here.

Unsurprisingly, the big brothers of the alliance met the Countess Ilucia Barov who came to entertain the guests at the gate of the State Guesthouse.

A black velvet low-cut long dress was quite eye-catching. Although she seemed a little lost because of the decline of the family, Ilucia performed well as the only two or two counts of Duke, Duties as deputy.

She entertained the guests generously, and she was accompanied by her former Duke Alex Barov.

Every guest smiled.

The news from Lordaeron was still that the Duke Barov was a traitor to the Alliance and would never change, and it was a ‘fact’ identified by the four kings.

All right!

Haven't you Lordaeron slandered the Duke Barov as an Alliance traitor? Now I, Duke, reuse the former Duke of Barov in your Lordaeron's presence.

Yes, this is the face of Rhododendron. Even Lordaeron is miserable now.

The banquet tonight is naturally a gathering of the big brothers.

Duke allowed Antonidas and Kael'thas to come together, even if the political views were not the same.

Near the circle where the top of the league gathered, there were no uninteresting guys ten meters away who would dare to make it.

Ryan first said, "Duke, let's tell everyone. What are you going to do over the Dark Gate? There is no way to build a huge fortress in that desolate place."

Almost all the big leagues nodded.

According to past experience, to build such a fortress far from human settlements, the cost is at least ten million gold coins, and the subsequent maintenance costs are not included. It is not necessary to transport food and armaments through the underdeveloped Redridge Mountains, but also pass through the sad marsh full of mud, and finally to the cursed land where the birds do not shit. Such a supply line is enough to drive any quartermaster into madness.

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

There was a sudden uproar among the kings.

Solas frowned. "What do you want?"

"The best soldiers in each country! And the authorization of His Majesty Lane."