Anduin Lothar, once the Regent of the Storm King, is the Duke Bolvar who followed in his footsteps.
Regents of Stormwind City never have a good ending. Even Anduin Lothar, who achieved great military exploits and became the Supreme Commander of the Alliance of Lordaeron, still died mysteriously in the Battle of Blackrock Spire.
It was a battle of pursuit and annihilation. After Gul'dan led half of his elite troops out to sea, the Orcs were unable to fight any longer and suffered repeated defeats, leaving only Blackrock Spire as their last stronghold.
However, in this final battle, the Alliance's Supreme Commander Lothar inexplicably died in a duel with Orgrimmar, as if some unseen hand was manipulating Destiny.
Bolvar, also Regent, could understand Anduin Lothar. It was foreseeable that after the victory in the war, Lothar, whose achievements overshadowed his lord, would find himself in a very awkward position.
He might be able to replace House Wrynn as King, but House Wrynn is the ruler appointed by Medivh and his mother, a situation beyond human control.
To preserve his honor and avoid future execution for treason, Anduin Lothar had no choice but to die on the battlefield.
Duke Bolvar gazed quietly at the young King and smiled nonchalantly:
"I have already sent my daughter away, and I have no more attachments to Kingdom of Stormwind. What does it matter if I sacrifice this body for the people? Varian, you cannot stop me. I am not like Lothar; I do not care about reputation. I am willing to bear Medivh's punishment."
Varian gritted his teeth. "Fine, Duke Bolvar, you will pay for your foolishness. Neither you nor your loyal army will escape."
The Stormwind Soar set sail, Varian watched helplessly as the Duke departed.
A Gnome mage appeared before the King and said in a childish voice:
"Your King, Jaina is ready."
Before long, the expected storm arrived, and the Stormwind Soar sailed through the raging waves.
Suddenly, a purple shield protected the ship from the storm. The sailors gazed in amazement at the magical power and prayed devoutly to the Holy Light.
Robbie appeared before Bolvar and said calmly, "Duke, times have changed. Tragedy will end forever in the future. Kingdom of Stormwind will surely weather this storm."
Duke Bolvar was deeply uneasy, remaining wary of the Scourge, and whispered:
"Kingdom of Stormwind is now in a dilemma. The Orcs are too powerful, with the help of the Dragonkin, the protection of the Burning Legion, and the support of the Guardian Medivh. King Varian's suggestion to abandon past hatred and ally with the Orcs seems foolish, but it is actually a desperate measure. Although becoming food is unwilling, they have no choice but to endure it for the time being to survive!"
Robbie patiently explained, "The Scourge's main focus is on enemies from outside, such as the Burning Legion, but we will secretly protect the Alliance. As long as the Scourge remains in this world, Kingdom of Stormwind is safe."
Bolvar understood the underlying meaning. "The Scourge is going to withdraw from this world?"
"Like the Black Dragonflight, Azeroth is a tempting piece of meat in the universe, teeming with ambitious schemers. We must temporarily lay low and secretly accumulate strength. Of course, we will reserve enough power to maintain the stalemate between the Alliance and the Horde."
Bolvar's tense expression eased slightly upon hearing this. "If that's the case, then the Alliance races will have more confidence. Fortunately, Thrall went to recuperate, which bought us some time."
Boom!
A loud bang suddenly came from outside the cabin, and the Stormwind Soar shook slightly. Bolvar asked worriedly, "What happened?"
Robbie waved his hand dismissively and laughed, "It was Jaina. She threw a large Frost Bomb at us, but retreated when it didn't work."
"That woman!" Duke Bolvar's face darkened.
"It's alright, Jaina's just a clown; she won't be smug for long," Robbie said in a low voice. "Arthas and I have a complete plan, and we need your cooperation."
The Stormwind Soar landed in Northrend and then rode Frost Dragon to the Frozen Throne.
Bolvar had two concerns: whether Arthas could be trusted and the strength of the Scourge.
Robbie sensed Bolvar's concerns. Trust required open and honest contact, while demonstrating strength was quite simple. Robbie ordered Professor Putricide to lead the Duke on a tour of the laboratory.
Professor Putricide is a human scientist with a worryingly receding hairline. He is tall and thin, and although he is not young, he is still very charming with well-defined facial features.
"Wow, the Regent of Stormwind City, what a distinguished guest!" the professor rambled on. "You know what? I used to live in Ravenlands, researching some interesting things. I was wanted and fled to Lordaeron, where I was very fortunate to join the Scourge, where I had a laboratory and a beautiful assistant."
"You're from Kingdom of Stormwind?" Bolvar looked at the professor in surprise.
"I was originally a nobleman myself," Professor Putricide said with an air of superiority.
"In his youth, he was famous at Stormwind City Balls for his handsome dance moves and met all the beautiful girls. Unfortunately, he aroused the jealousy of Grand Duke Alpha, and his family fell into ruin. In fact, I never figured out Grand Duke Alpha's true colors, so I studied the Plague in Raven Ridge, dreaming of awakening all the corpses in Raven Hill to attack Stormwind City."
"A madman!" the Duke quickly concluded, no wonder he was wanted.
The Duke noticed that behind Professor Putricide were two beautiful women, identical twins with delicate features, aloof expressions, and unsmiling demeanor; they appeared to be under twenty years old.
Although the Undead creatures' appearance was deceptive, the Duke couldn't help but take a few more glances.
"Festergut, Rotface, pour tea for the Duke," the professor commanded.
The twin sisters accepted their orders and left. The duke, watching their slender figures recede into the distance, couldn't help but ask, "Why do you have such a strange name?"
The professor explained with a smile:
"They are my assistants, two clumsy little girls. An accident happened when they were creating their first bodies. Are you interested in their discarded remains?"
The sight of two beautiful women immediately piqued Duke Bolvar's interest. Professor Putricide led the way, explaining as they walked:
"Biological evolution is a process from ugliness to beauty. The Scourge used magic to complete billions of years of evolution in a short period of time. Initially, we pursued strength, then harmony. Although we did not deliberately pursue beauty, the most beautiful creation is certainly the perfect one."
Along the way, the Duke saw hundreds of giant glass bottles containing all sorts of bizarre creations, from the most familiar Ghouls and Abominations to Undead knights and Frost Dragons.
The further they went, the more bizarre and wonderful the creations became. Finally, they stopped in front of two glass bottles, and the professor calmly said, "This is Rotface, and this is Festergut."
The enormous, seemingly Abomination creature was pieced together from various corpses, with thick stitches, disproportionate limbs and facial features, making it nauseating.
Compared to the two beauties he had seen before, Duke Bolvar nearly vomited.
The professor tilted his head, deep in thought, "I have a feeling these two failed creations can also be useful. If we fill them with fragments of souls, they can come back to life."
Robbie found Arthas, but Prince Highness remained engrossed in his busy work.
I must go to Outland.
Robbie said, "That monster who calls himself Illidan wants to be the King of Outland, but he has no idea what Outland's most precious Wealth is."