"Hululu"
Daelin held the earthenware bowl and ate up the stewed meat with great enthusiasm. He drank up the broth and purred with satisfaction. He put the earthenware bowl on the rough table and said loudly:
"It tastes great! Have another bowl!"
"Go and serve yourself. This is not your palace. We are guests now."
Queen Katherine couldn't stand her husband's dissolute behavior, so she slapped him on the shoulder, causing the admiral to curl his lips, get up and go to the pot to serve himself another bowl of Orcs's flavored broth.
Watching this scene, Arthas was extremely envious.
He has heard from instructor Muradin Bronzebeard since he was a child that a warrior's appetite represents his strength! From this perspective, General Daelin, who has eaten six bowls and is starting to eat the seventh bowl, must be the most powerful warrior among humans.
Well, even after eating six bowls of Marshal Lothar, that's not much.
I am the only one who is a noob and didn't even finish the first bowl.
He secretly glanced at the very ladylike Jaina, who had already eaten two bowls.
Little Arthas has learned about what happened to Jaina from the conversation between Queen Katherine and her sister. This blond girl, like Varian, has experienced magical "growth".
She is half a year younger than him, but now she is sixteen years old. It is said that she can even release magic power to a level far beyond that of her peers.
Jaina noticed Arthas's gaze. She turned around, showed a sweet smile to the little prince, and then continued to eat and drink.
The manner is very elegant, but the speed of eating is not slow at all.
Considering that she followed Nether-Stalker across the sea of stars in two months, this journey can no longer be described as "eating in the open air". Finally eating normal food tonight, Jaina was almost moved to tears.
And this scene also confirmed Arthas's idea.
He glanced at his sister and vowed in his heart that no matter what method he used, he would convince his sister to let him participate in Prosperity Ritual.
While Arthas was eating broth and thinking hard, on two chairs not far away, Lothar and Mountain Guardian were talking intermittently.
"Your "retirement package" is pretty good."
The marshal complained while eating the delicious Clefthoof ribs:
"For a war criminal who deserves to be hanged, you can still come to take care of Holy Land. Your God of Orcs is really merciful to you."
"Well, if you say these disrespectful words here, you will be punished by Ancestral Spirit."
Orgrim held a pipe made of corncobs in his mouth, leaned back on the chair, squinted his eyes, and covered himself with a blanket. While enjoying the dwarf tobacco, he said in a charming voice under the moonlight:
"Oshu'gun Holy Mountain is the territory of Ancestral Spirit. Those souls who have returned from World of Death are looking at their descendants in the spiritual world. They don't speak often, but once in a while, they can move their destiny.
My ancestors are behind you...
If you are so rude again, it will teach you a lesson."
"Who are you trying to scare?"
Lothar chewed the bones without raising his head and said:
"My ancestors are also in me, and your ancestors probably can't defeat him either."
"Wow, there's a fight!"
Jaina, who was eating in the back, occasionally turned around and his eyes widened.
She saw a golden Arathi barbarian spirit in the air behind Marshal Lothar, fiercely fighting several Orcs Ancestral Spirit.
They were fighting in the air, but those Orcs were obviously no match for King of Barbarians.
But unfortunately, only she could see this unprecedented "splendid scene". The blue eyes that reflected the ominous thing had a hint of darkness, which symbolized that Jaina had indeed mastered some powers that ordinary mages should not master under the guidance of Nether-Stalker.
But Nether-Stalker did not completely bring Jaina into the void. It seemed to realize that Jaina's destiny belonged to Arcane. The void was just a passer-by in her destiny, so it only taught her how to be wary of the temptations from the darkness, and learned some "self-defense techniques" by the way.
For spellcasters with terrifying talents like Jaina·Proudmoore, confronting the darkness in their hearts is a trial destined to last their entire lives.
"So, you and Arthas have been staying at Draenor and you still don't know what happened to Lordaeron, right?"
At the dining table, Queen Katherine held her daughter's hand and whispered to Princess Calia who was sat at the table and had enough to eat and drink:
"Poor girl, damn fate doesn't want to be kind to you."
"I"
Princess Calia lowered his head.
Originally, she was quite innocent, but after Karabor Temple was personally driven away by Archbishop Ishaana's remaining "temptation spell" in her mind, she actually already knew that there was something wrong with that Lord Daval.
My admiration for him is just an evil magic effect.
Thinking about it, her daughter is older than her. Did she lose her mind and go crazy to fall in love with a gloomy man who can be her father?
Picture what?
Is it because he is older? Is it because he has a hazy aura? Is it because he is always playing tricks?
Jialiya is also a very smart princess. After realizing this, she tried hard not to imagine all the things that would happen to the Lordaron Kingdom after she and Arthas left their hometown. She pretended that she was a princess running around for her country.
However, the arrival of Daelin and Katherine made it impossible for her to avoid it.
So at her request, Queen Katherine told her all the news he knew. Daelin also talked about what Lothar told him about the "Black Dragon Conspiracy".
The combination of these things made Princess Calia turn pale, and the little prince jumped up with indignation and cursed:
"Those black dragons dare to seduce my father? How hateful! They are killing my people, and I want to destroy them all with my own hands! Sister, do you still want to stop me from participating in Prosperity Ritual?
Our country needs our own hands to save it."
"Shut up!"
Jialiya scolded her brother. She still doesn't understand Arthas's little thoughts written all over her face?
Then he turned back to Mr. and Mrs. Daelin and said:
"Your Majesty, it's not that I don't believe your description, but after all, this concerns my Father King and my country. I must go back to Azeroth myself."
"What can you do when you go back?"
Katherine shook his head and glanced at his daughter, who was about the same age as Jialiya in her arms. She sighed in a loving way and said:
"Now Northern Borderlands, let alone you, even the capable veterans in Land of Chaos are weak. Demons, werewolves, Dragonborn, and those more dangerous things hidden in the dark, each of them can easily kill you.
My child, please stay here!
Don't go back and cause trouble for the warriors. Think about it, how many brave knights of the kingdom will have to die for you once you go?
Daelin and I currently have no clear political affiliation, so what we tell you is the truth!
I have taken the fleet back and forth several times between the north and the south. I have witnessed the things in the rumors with my own eyes. Don't have any illusions. It is impossible for your father to see you. It is even unclear whether what is hidden under King Terenas's body is his original soul."
"But one thing is for sure."
Daelin took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth, and said softly:
"Perhaps becoming Dragonborn King was a sacrifice he made under the pressure of the devil, but Terenas's thirst for power had already begun when he sat on the throne.
You know better than us what kind of person your father is!
Therefore, the so-called "Lordaeron Dragonborn Empire" is definitely not just a shameless rendering by a busybody.
Your father will definitely make that choice, even if the black dragon is not involved, there will be other forces pushing him to that step."
Jialiya's face became increasingly pale.
She wanted to refute, but she couldn't produce any evidence. She was even slightly convinced in her heart. She knew she should do something, but when she looked back, she found that she could not do anything to help her hometown.
"Sister! Don't be afraid, I will protect you and our hometown. I will definitely do it."
Arthas noticed Jialiya's confusion and confusion.
He ran over and grabbed Jialiya's cold hand, glared at Queen Katherine and King Daelin, and shouted:
"You are all bad people! You come here to bully my sister."
"Ha, the little guy is quite brave. When he grows up, he will definitely become a powerful Warrior."
Daelin laughed and said, Arthas immediately asked:
"Really?"
"It's fake. The little prince who can't even understand a good word is really too inferior."
Daelin grinned rather evilly, stood up and walked towards Lothar and the mysterious Mountain Guardian. He did not participate in the Orcs war, but he could feel that this Mountain Guardian who saved his daughter was extraordinary.
It's extraordinary in every aspect.
"Write a letter."
Katherine also reached out and held Jialiya's other hand, and she whispered:
"I met Lord Uther at the Stormwind Kingdom. He was selecting Warrior from the exiles of Lordaeron to train soldiers,
Also supported by Archbishop Faol and Archbishop Benedictus.
The loyal knight will never have other ideas, so you and Arthas will soon have your own armed forces.
You can ask Sir Uther to take a look at Northern Borderlands on your behalf.
But I advise you not to return to Azeroth until the situation is clear, otherwise, you and your brother will be dragged into the political whirlpool that you two are currently unable to control."
Queen Katherine, who comes from a big family and is very politically minded, reminded:
"This is Human Empire's legal battle. My child, the entire Eastern Continent cannot stay out of it. Let alone you and Arthas. If Daelin and I get involved rashly, we will be shattered.
You are still a child.
But unfortunately, you now have to kill the girl in your heart and let yourself grow up faster."
Jialiya lowered his head.
After a while, Queen Katherine felt tears falling, and she heard Jialiya sobbing and saying:
"Why do everyone have to fight each other for that position? What's so good about that throne? Everyone wants it.
We finally managed to defeat Orcs, but we can clearly drive out the devil by uniting together.::"
"Well, the throne of power is the worst thing in the world, but unfortunately if the wrong person sits on it,
A more terrible disaster will break out. Lothar is fighting for that position now, not because he desires power so much.
He's just avoiding a new nightmare."
Queen Katherine sighed, stood up and held Jialiya in his arms, comforting her softly.
Two children, Arthas and Jaina, were standing next to them with their eyes wide open. They couldn't understand these complicated things, but they felt it was very serious.
On the other side, three men were sitting on chairs, puffing away at the sacred mountain, looking calm and calm.
"Lothar, I will not support you."
Daelin, holding a sailor's pipe in his mouth, finally expressed his position on this matter for the first time.
He said:
"Kul Tiras is not my opinion. I tell you clearly that Proudmoore family is currently neutral, but Waycrest Family is leaning towards you, and Stormsong Family is leaning towards Northern Borderlands, but not because of issues such as power or justice.
It's not that the Tidesagess under the demon Stormsong Family are unaware of the pervasive darkness of Northern Borderlands, but they prefer to maintain their independence.
The most important thing is that there is some kind of doctrinal opposition between Kul Tiras's tide belief and the mainland's mainstream Holy Light belief.
Tidesagess do not want to trigger a brutal religious war, so they do not intend to support the reconstruction of the empire.
As for the Ashvane Family..:"
Daelin curled his lips and said:
"They will help whoever can give them more benefits. At present, you are not as generous as King Terenas. The king has promised that once Lordaeron Empire is established, all domestic commercial circulation can be entrusted to the Ashvane Family.
But as far as I know, the "funder" behind you is Trade Prince Steamwheedle of Steamwheedle Cartel.
Ha, that damn Goblin has been the biggest competitor of Kul Tiras maritime merchants for decades."
The old sailor shrugged, exhaled a puff of ship-shaped smoke, brushed his hair irritably, and said:
"I don't want my country to be divided. The most important thing is that Kul Tiras has not yet recovered from the demonic attack.
For us, regaining control of trade on the South Seas trade route is the top priority.
Therefore, do not expect us to participate in your confrontation in the near future."
"That's enough."
Lothar nodded and said:
"I can accept the two sides not helping each other. Kul Tiras's fleet should not participate in the war on the mainland. You can just do business well."
"This isn't right."
Orgrim, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke:
"Your mentality is not like preparing for war, but like a peacemaker. Lothar, if you use such a muddled mentality to fight Northern Borderlands, you will lose miserably. Honestly, what are your true thoughts about this battle?"
The marshal hesitated and said:
"I can't exterminate all the werewolves and Dragonborn. They just changed their forms, they are still humans. So, I plan to deal with those black dragons, and then...:"
"And then use political means to form a weak alliance?"
Orgrim sarcastically said:
"It's exactly the same as me back then. When Great Chieftain Blackhand was on the dark side, I thought that by dealing with Gul'dan and Shadow Council, the evil Great Chieftain would be persuaded to get back on track.
Then I got an assassination.
If Kargath hadn't secretly assisted, I would have died in Frostfire Ridge."
Mountain Guardian took off his corncob pipe and looked at the holy mountain shining brightly under the moonlight. After a moment, he said to Lothar in a more serious tone:
"This won't work!
It's a rotten sore. Even if you try your best to repair the skin and make it shiny again, you can't change the reality that the entire body is decaying.
If the sores are not dug out, the giant will die of poisoning.
You know what the problem is, you just can't make up your mind. Dragonborn, werewolves, demons, these are all symptoms! It's like Orcs who drank demon blood and was affected by a furious curse. Can you say that changing to Great Chieftain can solve the problem?
Don't be stupid!
Unless Greater Demon is killed at both ends, no matter how good Great Chieftain is, there is no way to bring Orcs back from Demon Blood Curse.
If you don't get rid of those careerists who are causing fights in the dark, how long can your empire be passed down?"
Orgrim snorted, shook the ashes in the pipe, and said:
"That's the problem of 2,800 years of division that has continued to this day. For short-lived species like us, the unification of 3,000 years ago has long been a legend. It is wishful thinking for you to want to unify all countries with a legend!
Your people are not fools.
They don't care about your bloodline at all, they only care about who becomes the emperor and can bring them long-term peace and a prosperous life.
If you think that King Terenas is in power and can make the people live a better life, then you might as well surrender now.
If you think he can't do it, then you have to fight him to the end!
It's not how much you want that position, it's just that you have to do it.
If you don't do those things for them, no one will.
And if you choose to escape, every suffering and tragedy that your people will face after that will be inseparable from your weakness.
It's not even a question of whether you want it or not...:
You have come this far, and you cannot turn back, otherwise you will be letting down those behind you."
Having said this, Mountain Guardian stood up, put away his stool and blanket, and said:
"Let me tell you a secret, during those days when I was Great Chieftain... I didn't like that seat even for a single second.
So when Mount Hyjal was defeated by you, I thanked you.
You freed me from that terrible duty, and I fulfilled my promise to my people.
This is also your future life, Lothar.
No matter how much you don't like that throne, you still have to sit on it until you find the next person who is qualified to inherit it, so that you can get the relief you want."
He stretched out his one arm, patted Lothar on the shoulder, and said:
"This is a battle you have to fight. Since you have to fight, go for victory. Instead of leaving the trouble to your descendants, it is better for you to solve it all at once.
Forget your lineage, forget the glory of the Arathor Empire, that is the glory of your ancestors and has nothing to do with you.
What you want to build is not Arathor Second Empire, what you want to build is the new empire of Lothar.
In the name of the people!
Rather than in the name of blood or ancestors...
If you know Northern Borderlands is a fire pit, don't push innocent children like Arthas into it, challenge it, and then defeat it."
After saying that, Orgrim yawned, hugged the blanket and returned to his room, slamming the door rudely.
Daelin looked at Lothar with a strange look and said:
"What is this guy's background? I feel like if he was your lobbyist, I might have agreed to work with you. His eloquence is much better than yours."
"Well, if it were him, he would indeed be much more determined than me."
Lothar sighed.
He also looked at Oshu'gun Holy Mountain in the distance, then picked up the Heart of Azeroth hanging on his chest and rubbed it in his hands.
After several minutes, he said to Daelin:
"I changed my mind. Kul Tiras must be on my side! You have no right to stay out of it. That guy is right. This is not my business alone, and I can't do it in such a hazy manner."
"Humph, you think so."
Daelin curled his lips and said:
"What if we don't want to?"
"Then go back and prepare for war."
Lothar stood up, waved his hand, and said, "For the profit of South Seas trade, every Goblin Cartel will work hard to send every gold coin in their hands to me! Just ask me to drive your fleet out of that rich ocean."
Kul Tiras people have occupied South Seas for too long, so, Daelin..."
Lothar looked back at the Sailor King and said:
"Either you lead your fleet to lead the king honestly! Or I will use Goblin's money to knock you down, and then order your incomplete fleet to carry my Warriors towards Northern Borderlands.
Ten years?
No!
I cannot allow those Dragonborn and werewolves to oppress my people for ten years!
I want to complete the unification of Human King country, the sooner the better!
Go back and tell Ashvane Family! Terenas that the imperial trade promised to them is indeed tempting, if they are willing to sacrifice all their interests in South Seas for it. In addition, the four families control and share power together?
You, the king, really want to be humble.:"
Lothar stretched out his hand to Daelin and said:
"Become a Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy!
I assure you that in all matters related to the ocean, you are the first decision-maker of the empire. Let the glory of our ancestors go to our ancestors, and we will build an empire that belongs to our generation with our own hands!
How to say?
Do you want to do it together?"