Rain continued to fall outside.
Inside, Rex was deep in thought.
Old Gilneas and Tirisfal Glades were two entirely different matters.
Undead had appeared in both places, but to Rex, Old Gilneas naturally took priority.
There was something rather traditional about that way of thinking.
He regarded Old Gilneas as the birthplace of their kingdom, the land of their ancestors.
Rex was not alone in this. King Genn felt the same way.
Trouble could arise in the Eastern Plaguelands, the Western Plaguelands, or even Hillsbrad Foothills and Tirisfal Glades.
But nothing could be allowed to go wrong in Old Gilneas.
Old Gilneas was their foundation, the true heartland of the Kingdom of Gilneas.
King Genn's strategy had always been to develop Tirisfal Glades without neglecting Old Gilneas. Everywhere else came after those two regions.
The Wired Telegraph lines, for instance, had been installed in Old Gilneas just as early.
The Kingdom of Gilneas had risen to dominance in Lordaeron. Once confined to a single peninsula, it now occupied most of the continent. Only Arathi Highlands and the Hinterlands remained to be taken before all of Lordaeron was united.
In terms of territory alone, the Kingdom of Gilneas had grown to far more than three times its former size.
That was counting only Hillsbrad Foothills and Tirisfal Glades. If the Eastern Plaguelands and Western Plaguelands were included, its territorial expansion was even greater.
They had occupied Lordaeron City so easily, accomplishing something they had once never dared to imagine.
That had been a tremendous shock to King Genn.
No one had expected the once mighty Kingdom of Lordaeron, which had towered above them all, to collapse so easily overnight.
Arthas had slaughtered its royal family, wiping out every last member of the royal bloodline. This had made things much easier for