Divergence Within the Silver Hand

The conversation was not very successful, because in the end, it went off topic when discussing Horde's internal affairs. Zul'ra didn't know whether his vaccination was effective, but he didn't care. ஜ۩۞۩ஜ ஜ۩۞۩ஜ

Although Thrall has a little low self-esteem in his heart, he is not fragile. That weakness is not fatal to him. As for the future, people will always have minor illnesses and disasters. Therefore, when treating diseases, you must prevent and treat them, and you must be prepared with both hands.

Just as Zul'ra was making preparations for himself, in the north of Eastern Kingdoms, Scourge was rampaging everywhere, and the capital of Lordaeron had completely fallen.

In the once vast Kingdom of Lordaeron, only a few towns are now relatively safe, and Lordaeron's once powerful army only has some remnants of Silver Hand.

In Hearthglen, Paladin, Priest, who are in charge of the current military affairs, and the Dharma gathered together to discuss one thing.

Just a month ago, the army led by Saidan·Dathrohan recovered Stratholme, but they finally gave up and stood there. This made the current commander of Lordaeron, Alexandros·Mograine holding Ashbringer, very dissatisfied, but he was also helpless.

"We fought Undead until the end. Although we won, our manpower was insufficient to defend the city." The blood on Saidan Dathrohan's face seemed to be wet, and his expression was very tired, which made Mograine next to him embarrassed to question him again.

Because of the loss of reliable political power, Lordaeron lost its cohesion. Although the Warrior members of the Silver Knights worked hard to protect several towns, more than half of the people died or fled under the threat of the Scourge, and there were not many Lordaeron people left.

"Where is our army? Where is the main army?" The current lords Taelan·Fordring, Hearthglen sitting in the corner asked in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, Taelan, the main army is gone." Priest Isillien looked at the somewhat overwhelmed Taelan among the many sullen leaders, shook his head and sighed.

"It's all that stupid Garithos. That idiot took away the command of the main force and failed to protect Lordaeron. On the contrary, he also sent Quel'Thalas's prince Kael'thas into prison." Baron Maxwell·Tyrosus opened his one eye and spoke in a gnashing tone.

"He harmed himself and us. Arthas massacred Lordaeron and defeated his army. Later I heard that he had formed an alliance with a group of Undead, but But they were annihilated by the other party." Fairbanks, the chief advisor of Mograine, also spoke in a deep tone, which made Taelan next to him widen his eyes and couldn't believe it.

"Wait a minute, they are allied with Undead?" Saidan Dathrohan had a solemn expression on his tired face.

"Yes, a group of the Alliance who call themselves Forsaken. They seem to be Undead who have free will. They occupy the city of Lordaeron City and are subordinate to a dead person named Sylvanas. She was a female Salas when she was alive, and I heard that she was accompanied by a demon." Mograine nodded.

"These are not things we should consider now. We should think about how to protect the remaining living people." Isillien interrupted Mograine's solemnity. No one noticed that there was a different kind of weirdness under Saidan Dathrohan's tired expression.

"We no longer have enough warriors. If this continues, the elderly and children will not be protected, and even we will be in danger!" Isillien's tone was full of worry and compassion.

"Can we ask for help from others? For example, Aerie Peak, Ironforge, or Quel'Thalas." Baron Maxwell said.

"Quel'Thalas has become ruins. Those Salas people can't even protect themselves. Although Garithos is a fool and did a stupid thing, it has to be said that the prince of the Salas people actually has no good intentions." General Abbendis, who followed Mograine, spoke in a deep and disdainful tone.

"Yes, the Salas people are indeed unable to help us, and they still hope to get our help." Chief Advisor Fairbanks echoed the words of his old friend, not paying much attention to Kael'thas's request for help. We are already miserable enough now, how can we have time to save Elves?

"At this time, shouldn't we unite together? Let them become warriors against Undead." Baron Maxwell said with one eye open, somewhat puzzled.

"I firmly disagree with this. Those Elves will only come to beg us. They are not trustworthy at all. The same goes for Dwarves. They always hide in their own cities, forget everything outside, and count their treasures, just like those Durnholde people." Abbendis said with a strong hatred in his tone.

"..." The room suddenly fell into silence. Maxwell wanted to open his mouth, but couldn't find anything to say. Finally, Fairbanks spoke, but he supported Abbendis.

"Dwarves and Elves are indeed not trustworthy, but we may try to recruit some people from Durnholde." Fairbanks expressed his disapproval Dwarves and Elves were repulsed, and at the same time, they also thought of a place. Although Durnholde was occupied by Alterac people, they could seek help from there.

"And Tyr's Hand, there are a large number of civilians there now, they must learn how to protect themselves, we can only rely on ourselves." Abbendis's tone was firm.

"Then let me go to Tyr's Hand!" Mograine made the final argument. Paladin, who holds Ashbringer and turned countless Undeads into cokes, is the current backbone of everyone and the spiritual leader recognized by all resistance forces. No one can refute his will.

"Ross, we also need a plan to deal with Undead. We must take the initiative." Fairbanks looked at Mograine and asked one thing. They are currently responsible for protecting civilians, and it is too difficult.

"What is your plan?" Mograine looked at his chief advisor with gray eyes.

"Find Undead's lair, and then conduct a large-scale annihilation battle. Although we have few people, we have you, our Ashbringer." Fairbanks put forward his own draft.

"But we can't find the nest of those Undead." Abbendis said. Now there are countless Undeads of Eastern Kingdoms. They occupy many cities, but it seems that the Undead nest that can affect the battle situation has not been found yet.

"I heard..." Saidan Dassault said with a gleam in his eyes, but was interrupted by Mograine next to him.

"Now there is a ready-made Undead nest waiting for us." Mograine clenched his fist tightly.

"You mean..." Fairbanks and Abbendis looked at each other.

"Forsaken, they are in Lordaeron City, and Lordaeron City is our capital." Mograine made a decision. Facing his words, Saidan Dathrohan closed his mouth.

"Dathrohan, you seem to want to say something?" Abbendis was more attentive and saw the expression of the great knight Dathrohan who was hesitant to speak.

"Nothing, it's just that I heard that those Undead came from the north Northrend. I think if we want to eliminate Undead, we might have to go to the north." Dathrohan said weakly.

"That's a difficult thing to do." Abbendis pondered. This incident was not groundless, because Arthas went to the north and came back to kill his father, Lordaeron's king Terenas.