"This city is quite big. It's about the same area as Shattrath City. It also has a seaport, but it's not as beautiful as Shattrath City."
Garona, who walked out of the teleportation gate and looked at the city from the window of the teleportation tower, sighed.
In her eyes, although Stormwind is majestic, it does lack a bit of beauty. The city made of white boulders does not have the domes of Shattrath City, and it always feels like something is missing.
But Diakum's eyes were full of nostalgia.
Stormwind, your Grand Lord is back again!
However, there is one thing to say, Stormwind at this time is still quite different from the city in Diakum's memory. The city walls are not as tall as in memory, the urban area is also a bit crowded, the planning is not clear, there is no division of functional urban areas, and there are no rivers and waterways that run through the city in memory.
The water next to Thunder Falls was not introduced into the city, which made the city lack some softness.
This is version Stormwind 1.0.
It has not been conquered and occupied by Orcs nor rebuilt by Stonemasons' Brotherhood. Master VanCleef's amazing architectural aesthetics has not yet been brought into play. In fact, the current VanCleef is most likely just a mason's apprentice from Westfall.
There will be no bitterness and hatred in the future, no prominence in the future, and no good daughter who will inherit his legacy.
The disasters we witnessed have not happened yet, and everything can still be reversed, just like Westfall is still called "Westfall" by the locals.
"Please follow me, King Llane is waiting for you."
Lothar didn't want to waste time. He had too many things that he had to discuss with his sworn brother immediately. However, when they walked out of the teleportation hall, a Stormwind Royal Mage immediately stepped forward and reported to Lothar:
"Dalaran The city-state sent an envoy, a Grand Magus named "Modera". She and her followers came for Guardian's Holy Staff. They were meeting with the king, and their tone was strong and they must bring the magic power of Guardians of Tirisfal back to Dalaran.
Your Majesty asked me to report to you here, I hope you can make an idea in advance."
"Humph."
Lothar snorted and asked:
"Did Grand Magus say anything about sending reinforcements to support the kingdom?"
"She said it."
Royal Mage sighed and said:
"She said that as long as we return the guardian's magic power and holy staff, Dalaran will send at least three hundred battle mages and an equal number of golems to assist us in the battle."
"Only three hundred? How about calling them Delia?"
Garona said disdainfully:
"This is the power of a demigod! Draenor can exchange all Ogres under Warlord Margok's command. Wizard Head still owes us an army. Are those mages too clever in their calculations?"
"There are already quite a few, several of them."
Following behind them, Grand Magus Alexis, who was so weak that he needed the support of his apprentice to walk, sighed and said:
"There are only three thousand battle mages under Kirin Tor's command. After excluding the guards guarding the city and Violet Hold's wardens, and taking into account the members of various organizations, large and small, Council of Six can mobilize more than a thousand battle mages at most.
Believe me, they are very sincere this time."
"Of course I believe in your character, Master Alexis. The problem is that three hundred battle mages cannot protect this city! Don't think I don't know. According to Dalaran's custom, only spellcasters who are not so talented on Arcane Path will choose to become "battle mages"!"
Lothar said in a strong tone:
"I have had a conversation with Master Meryl Winterstorm. Now I know the details of Dalaran better than you, a pure caster who is obsessed with magic research. City of Magic's family is rich. If you want to take away this power to protect civilization with such a small amount of manpower, don't even think about it!"
Having said this, Lothar and Diakum looked at each other and nodded at the same time. This was regarded as a tacit understanding on this matter.
There was a royal carriage waiting outside Mage Quarter. Everyone got into it and headed towards Stormwind Keep under the protection of the knights. In the carriage, Diakum took off his helmet and said to Master Alexis who was resting with his eyes closed:
"I heard from your apprentice that after you woke up, you said you wanted to pass on "Ebony Chill"?"
"Hmm."
The old mage looked haggard, with sunken eye sockets, as if he had aged more than ten years. He said softly:
"On the one hand, my foundation is damaged. Even if I manage to survive with your Holy Light rescue, it will take many years to recover. Leaving an artifact like Ebony Chill in my hands is just a waste of resources.
Now that mankind is facing war, such weapons should be held by more capable young people to protect their homes and countries.
On the other hand, I was deceived by Medivh and almost lost the lives of thousands of people
This is completely contrary to my Arcane morality. I am no longer qualified to hold the artifact left by the first guardian Alodi. My morality and dignity do not allow me to continue to steal this great power."
"Arcane's fundamental damage is not irreparable."
Diakum knocked on the table, shook his head and said:
"Draenor's Ogre Warlord has Titanforged Runes in his hand, which is the artifact closest to the origin of Arcane in Material Universe. My adopted daughter has such a magical object in her hand. Holding it can quickly repair your damaged Arcane foundation.
Your character is worthy of me asking for one for you, but I will not give it to you for nothing."
Vigilant, who can now negotiate terms very skillfully, paused, leaving the old mage some time to react, and then said:
"I have two conditions.
First, you cannot go back to Dalaran.
In your current situation, taking Ebony Chill back to that city "surrounded by wolves" is tantamount to death. You must stay in the Stormwind Kingdom and become Wrynn Royal Family's royal Grand Magus, working with the current Royal Lord Grand Magus Andomas to succeed Nielas Aran who died many years ago as the commander-in-chief of Royal Mage.
Second, the inheritance ceremony of the Ebony Chill artifact will be hosted by Marshal Lothar!
We promise that we will definitely choose an upright owner for this staff who is willing to sacrifice everything for the future and present of human civilization."
"But Dalaran can no longer interfere in all this!"
Lothar added next to it:
"Dick and I have completed our discussion, and we will use the same method to complete the successor selection ceremony for Atiesh - Guardian's Scepter."
"But you have no power"
The old mage's eyes widened.
Although he is very talented Arcane and is very good at ice magic, he has always been a well-behaved person throughout his life. He is the most intuitive successor to Arcane Path's "lawful" characteristics. He instinctively wanted to refute, but the next second he saw Diakum take out something and put it on the table in front of him.
That is an "authorization letter".
Don't worry about the content, but there are three, no, four signatures underneath.
The soul stamps from Meryl Winterstorm, Farodis Nathrezim, Magna Aegwynn and the dead Medivh.
"Meryl Winterstorm was a witness when the first guardian Alodi took over the holy staff. He is still a founding member of Council of Tirisfal today. Mr. Farodis is also a founding member, and he participated in the entire process of shaping the power of "Guardians of Tirisfal".
Lady Aegwynn and Medivh are the last two guardians.
According to the rules set by the original Council of Tirisfal, the candidate for the next guardian should be appointed by the previous guardian before leaving office!"
Diakum said in a gentle tone:
"In this process, Kirin Tor only has the power to witness and make suggestions. They are not qualified to intervene in this process, let alone dispose of Guardians of Tirisfal's power as Dalaran's personal property!
Please think carefully about the background of the birth of the position Guardians of Tirisfal and the mission it needs to carry. In your conscience, is the current Dalaran qualified to inherit it?
If Council of Six has any questions about this.
They can directly confront anyone on this authorization letter!
If they are afraid of the majesty of the demigod caster and want to find a "soft persimmon" to pinch, then I, the alien Saint who was entrusted to complete the guardian ritual, will stay with Stormwind for a long time.
If they want to reason, I welcome them.
They want to talk about physics, and I, the agent, have Blademaster's Blade in my hand and I don't refuse to discuss it."
Archmage Alex fell silent.
He tremblingly picked up the authorization letter and looked at it carefully, then sighed and said:
"I have no objection."
After saying that, he waved his hand to summon a magic quill, and elegantly wrote his name below, and also added the inheritance ceremony authorization of Ebony Chill on top.
He closed his eyes, stroked the artifact staff that he had held for more than ten years, and finally handed it to Lothar, waving his hand and saying:
"Then it's up to you. I have witnessed with my own eyes Your Excellency Diakum's achievements in saving thousands of people. I believe in your oath on the road of guardianship. The current situation Stormwind Kingdom does require some abnormal methods."
"You are the conscience of mankind, Grand Magus."
Marshal Lothar heartily praised:
"In this dark age, we are blessed to have people of integrity like you walking with us."
Khadgar, who watched the whole scene, had a complex expression on his face, while Garona said with a joyful tone:
"Guardian's Holy Staff coupled with the Ebony Chill artifact, now all Eastern Continent's spell casters will be mobilized. As long as they desire respect and power, then they must participate in the Stormwind Kingdom's battle of survival. The number of spell casters coming to support will far exceed Marshal Lothar's plan.
Now there is at least no need to worry about air defense and urban magic defense.
But just having a spellcaster is not enough, we also need Warrior, Warrior who can resist Orcs head-on!"
"This depends on the outcome of the talks between His Majesty Diakum the Saint and Alonsus Faol."
Lothar carefully put the magical staff that exuded a heavy cold air into the magic box at hand, and he said:
"The darker the era, the more loyal faith is needed. I believe Holy Light will bless mankind, and I also believe Holy Light will bless this city. Counting the time, His Majesty Fao may come to this city in a few days."
Diakum did not answer.
He closed his eyes and leaned against the moving carriage, with Shadow Word surrounding his ears like a ghost, praising:
"What you did this time is really smart! Diakum, you have initially mastered the skills of how to use other people's desires and greed to drive them. We have to admire your Saint of Light's talent in the way of shadows.
But you can definitely go one step further."
"Yeah, I can go one step further."
Diakum replied in spirit:
"Why do you have to limit the selection of Guardian successors to the Eastern Continent?
I think that the power-hungry Warlord Margok will never give up such an artifact that can allow it to reach the ultimate level of Arcane Path. For this reason, the greedy and generous Ogre Shaman does not mind serving as the guardian of the Human King country for a long time.
He would even be willing to bring over the armies of Highmaul and Gorian Empire to become a veritable "Guardian of the Kingdom".
I still have so many artifacts in my hand, and I have the specific locations of all the artifacts in this world in my mind. If I take them all out, I might be able to stir up a bigger storm.
But, this is enough for now!"
Vigilant said in a deep voice:
"No matter how big the storm is, it will lose control once it blows. I just hope to use the power of others to fight against fate, rather than start a power struggle that will bring disaster to the continent."
"Hey, what a pity, you are still restraining your dark potential, Diakum."
Shadow Word sighed and said:
"What's wrong with chaos? Chaos can give birth to a vibrant future! You have seen with your own eyes the bitter fruit of a stagnant order. A city as glorious as Dalaran has also fallen into a quagmire of fighting for power and profit under the constraints of order.
You should harness the power of chaos and stir up that storm with your own hands, and fate will tremble!"
"But walking too fast in the shadows will prevent my light from keeping up with me."
Dick closed his eyes and leaned in the carriage, waved and said:
"That's it. This is enough for now. Go back and let me be quiet for a while."
"Yes, Your Majesty Sea of Darkness Executive Officer. We, your loyal servants, are always waiting for your orders."
"This is impossible! Guardians of Tirisfal's position has been our Dalaran's since ancient times"
"Take a good look at this authorization letter, Modera Grand Magus! We respect you as the envoy of Dalaran, a well-known benevolent and just person, but this does not mean that you can speak nonsense in front of the king of the Stormwind Kingdom!"
The voices of Modera Grand Magus and Marshal Lothar are louder than the other.
The quarrel between the two made King Llane look helpless, but judging from the fingerprints on the hand of the king who had been trying to stop the fight, he had been restraining his urge to laugh out loud.
You have to have your own sworn brothers to help!
He quietly brought in such awesome reinforcements for the Stormwind Kingdom, and the two artifacts will be passed down in Stormwind. This is enough to summon all the greedy spellcasters from the entire continent here to help his people protect the city.
There is also the secret document that Lothar sent back to Stormwind a few days ago.
King Llane maintained a helpless expression and carefully looked at his forty-five-year-old sworn brother. He had never realized before that this dog Lothar was so handsome and could attract Quel'Thalas. Phoenix Guard wanted to marry his granddaughter to him, and also gave a Human Empire as a "dowry".
Regarding the rebuilding of the empire, King Llane fully supports it.
Although this means that he may lose the title of king, he is not only a king, but also the head of a large family.
For the Wrynn Family, this is not a bad thing. The succession of the emperor after Lothar is an issue that must be considered. There is definitely no hope for him and Lothar at the same age, but his son Varian Wrynn has been watched by Lothar since he was a child.
Moreover, Stormwind Kingdom, as the emperor's main force in unifying the empire and a minister of the dragon, will be indispensable for future benefits.
Hehe
Wrynn Family, who was regarded as a "mud-leg" by the ancient nobles, will give birth to an imperial emperor!
This incident alone is enough to make the future "Guardian of the Southern Territory of the Empire" Stormwind Grand Duke Llane Wrynn laugh out of his dreams.
What's more.
This is the last wish of my other sworn brother Medivh. I and Lothar must help him fulfill this wish no matter what.
Although the current crisis Stormwind Kingdom is facing was all caused by Medivh, he cannot be entirely blamed for the fact that his brother has been possessed by the Demon King for so many years.
These good news were intertwined with the bad news of the Redridge Mountains's fall, leaving King Llane mentally and physically exhausted for the past few days, in a strange state of superposition of "happiness and unhappiness", which greatly increased his Mental Attrition.
At this time, the two people were quarreling and couldn't tell the difference. The king slapped the table in anger and shouted:
"The inheritance of Atiesh, Greatstaff of the Guardian and Ebony Chill artifacts must and can only be completed in Stormwind! There is no need to discuss this matter! If Dalaran is not satisfied, send your army over and fight our Stormwind Kingdom knights in the city!
If you don't have the courage, then don't curse like a shrew here, Modera Grand Magus, you are also a person with status, please be decent.
I also have alien Saint watching here, don't let people think that you Dalaran are just a bunch of barbarians who use magic."
The King's Hall fell silent.
King Llane's words were a bit too vulgar, but Garona in the shadows was very happy when she heard it. She felt that this human king was quite courageous.
As for Diakum, who was sitting in the guest seat, he waved his hand.
He now dispelled the illusion and appeared with his original face. The half-giant said in a gentle tone:
"Dalaran Grand Magus's demeanor is graceful and not embarrassing, but he is a little less graceful and graceful than our Draenor head of state Ogre Shaman. If His Majesty Mar'gok were here, he must have clearly understood the situation and used various methods to seek an advantage for his side.
I'll just say it straight, Master Modera."
Diakum looked at her and said:
"If Council of Six has any objections, why not come in person? After we defeat Green Skins Orcs, I am willing to spend a week discussing scriptures with you, but at least now."
A light flashed in his hand, and the black Flame Blade was held in his palm. He said in a deep voice:
"If you don't agree with this decision, how about we complete a "Mak'gora" here?"
"You. You are simply a bunch of barbarians!"
Modera Grand Magus is a shameless person.
She really wasn't a bad person, but when she was crowded around by three men, she turned blue, stamped her feet, said a few words, and turned around to leave.
Atiesh's holy staff and Ebony Chill are kept close to King Llane's hands. She cannot steal them without giving them to her.
What's more, it can't be grabbed.
Although the alien Saint is very weak, Grand Magus's dangerous instinct tells her that the other party has the ability to kill her here.
"Dalaran Don't try to block messages!"
Lothar shouted behind Grand Magus:
"We have spread the news to the entire continent through the channels of Quel'Thalas and Assassin's League. Council of Six It is better to send someone here quickly. It is best for Antonidas Grand Magus to come in person with your Council of Six and all the battle mages.
Stormwind Kingdom, waiting for you!"