The Seven Kingdoms of humankind are not actually united.
Although nominally formed from the split of the Arathor Empire and sharing the same origin, the bloodline of the original empire's founders has been severed. Although most of the successors have inherited illustrious surnames, they are no longer descendants of the original group.
The Seven Kingdoms were rife with internal conflicts. For example, King Greymane was very dissatisfied with the Admiral, whom he considered a rude and barbaric Pirate.
Correspondingly, Admiral Daelin harbored resentment towards the King, whose physique resembled a bear, and privately mocked him for being as conservative as a beer barrel.
The root of their conflict lies in a territorial dispute; the admiral has always wanted to acquire an island as a supply and transit base.
Although the island is far from the mainland, it belongs to Gilneas territory.
Greymane didn't want Kul Tiras to become a springboard, but Gilneas's navy was powerless to defend the island. Through diplomatic maneuvering, the two sides remained deadlocked.
"Admiral, this isn't the ocean you're familiar with. If you don't want to hear me, well, a good sword will ensure you don't hear a sound."
Greymane was very confident in his swordsmanship, but unfortunately his scabbard was empty, as was Admiral Daelin's. He rose with Lightning speed, his hand hovering over the part of his sword.
Although neither of them was armed, the two were on the verge of exchanging blows, making no attempt to hide their mutual loathing.
"My lords, please calm down. What we need is peace, not bloodshed."
King Terenas stepped in to smooth things over. The elderly King was thin and bony, but his imposing presence was undiminished.
Behind him stood a man as straight as a javelin, with a thin face and a thick beard, but he remained silent throughout.
Danath Trollbane, Prince of the Kingdom of Stromgarde, nephew of Thoras Trollbane Trollbane, the last King of Stromgarde.
Stromgarde paid a heavy price in the war against the Orcs and, strictly speaking, is no longer a complete kingdom.
Greymane was equally angry with King Terenas, having kept him waiting for most of the day, and retorted rudely:
"Terenas, this is none of your business. I must teach this savage Pirate a lesson."
National strength is the foundation of King's confidence. Lordaeron is not what it used to be, so Greymane is not so polite to him anymore.
Terenas was very unhappy and felt offended, but there was nothing she could do about it.
"Damn Daelin Proudmoore."
Terenas could only secretly resent Daelin; if it weren't for her sarcastic remarks about Greymane, this awkward situation wouldn't have occurred.
"I said, that's enough. This isn't something people of your status should be doing."
"Prestor!" Terenas breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank the Holy Light, you've finally arrived!"
The admiral raised his eyebrows and released his grip on the sword sheath. Greymane, though reluctant, had no choice but to obediently return to his seat.
This mysterious Lord Prestor exuded an aura of majesty, as if he were a born king, just like his tall and perfectly proportioned figure.
Although those present held high positions and wielded great power, they were always intimidated by his authority.
"He is a reliable man," King Terenas thought to himself, while secretly worrying, for his attitude was crucial and could be the biggest obstacle to the summit.
King Terenas looked around the entire hall and began his speech:
"Thank you all for coming. I think you are all well aware that since the Orcs were defeated, we have imprisoned them in Internment Camp."
Greymane rudely interrupted the old King: "If you want money, I'll leave immediately. Gelkis will never pay a single copper coin to the Orcs."
Black Army General Daelin scoffed, "Kul Tiras is willing to send troops to deal with the Orcs entrenched in various places, but there's absolutely no way they'll let us take their money."
Although the two Kings were bitter enemies, they were surprisingly in agreement on the issue of the Internment Camp.
King Terenas shook his head. "You've all misunderstood. I have a better plan: let the Orcs live in Alterac."
"What did you say?"
Danath Trollbane slammed his fist on the table and stood up. Although he had resolved not to say a word, he could no longer hold back and burst into a tirade of curses.
"Shut up, Terenas. Even if you're close to Orcs, there should be limits."
Alterac was the weakest of the Seven Human Kingdoms, wavering in its war against the Orcs. After its victory, it was purged by other nations, which was arguably its just deserts.
But many people still lived in the territory of Alterac. The King and nobles paid the price for their mistakes, but the common people were innocent.
Greymane and Admiral Daelin both looked at Prestor, assuming it was his idea.
Prestor's face contorted with barely Pain Suppression rage. He stood up and said:
"Terenas, what will happen to the people of Alterac? Can you bear to see them leave their homes and their homeland?"
King Terenas said nonchalantly, "Easy, just turn them all into Orcs food."
"Oh my god, is there something wrong with my ears?"
Is this something a human King should say?
"Terenas, are you possessed by Demons?"
"Look at you all, why look at me like that? I'm not a monster." Terenas pointed to his head and said, "I've never been so clear-headed. I stand at the pinnacle of history, clearly seeing the future, while you are just short-sighted insects, understanding nothing."
Trollbane angrily retorted, "No matter the reason, one should not feed one's own people to the enemy."
Terenas raised his head and said coldly, "Trollbane, don't think you're so noble. If it weren't for Guardian Aegwynn elevating your ancestors, you would be nothing more than a blacksmith in Stromgarde."
"Guardian Aegwynn."
The Kings present all gasped in shock. Although they held high positions and illustrious status, all this glory was bestowed upon them by Aegwynn.
Terenas then looked at Greymane: "Your ancestor was a Chef in Pyrewood Village. Who made your family the Kings of Gilneas?"
Greymane panicked and said timidly, "If it's Guardian Aegwynn's wish, I have no objection."
The admiral slammed his fist on the table. "That's right, my ancestor was just a sailor, the filthy Pirate you call him. If it weren't for Aegwynn's rescue, he would have been dead long ago. But I will never agree to this outrageous demand."
"Daelin, you will pay for this."
Terenas said regretfully:
"You should know Aegwynn's methods. Killing you outright would be merciful; she'll do everything in her power to force you to change your attitude."
The admiral's face was resolute. "I would rather die than agree to this."
Terenas shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe your son can take your place. Good luck."
The admiral is too stubborn. Kul Tiras only controls the seas, which won't affect the overall plan.
"Danath, have you made up your mind?"
Trollbane hesitated for a long time before replying, "I cannot agree to that. Please forgive me, I cannot do it."
"So you're remaining neutral?" Terenas smiled faintly. "Two votes in favor, one neutral, one against. Gentlemen, I'm glad you made the right choice."
Prestor looked around at everyone present. "So you don't need to ask for my opinion, right?"