In the garden of Stormwind Keep, Deathstroke had more or less finished explaining Draenor and the Eredar, introduced Illidan along the way, and talked a little about history.
Bolvar and Varian listened with admiration, deeply impressed by the Sorcerer Supreme's vast knowledge. Yet when it came to the Alliance, they still could not make a decision.
"If friendly races arrive on Azeroth, the Stormwind Kingdom would naturally be willing to establish diplomatic relations with them." Varian smiled and nodded at Yrel, fully expressing his goodwill. Then he looked somewhat troubled. "But the leader of the Alliance is the Kingdom of Lordareon. If you wish to join the Alliance, you should speak with King Terenas."
The Arathor Empire had split into seven kingdoms: the Kingdom of Stromgarde, the Stormwind Kingdom, the magical kingdom of Dalaran, the Kingdom of Gilneas, the mountainous little nation of Alterac, the maritime power of Kul Tiras, and the strongest of them all, the Kingdom of Lordareon.
Don't ask why there were seven again. In any case, these seven human kingdoms, together with the High Elves, Dwarves, and Gnomes, formed the current Alliance.
Su Ming, a cigarette hanging from his lips, nodded, then shook his head. After exhaling a cloud of smoke, he picked up a soda from the stone table in the gazebo.
"To keep the Orc internment camps running, King Terenas has demanded that every kingdom in the Alliance share the costs. Now the allies are growing estranged, and the old Alliance will fall apart sooner or later."
"Yeah." Bolvar sighed. Despite his full beard, he was not actually old. "But what can we do? If we don't pay, Lordareon will close the camps and release all the Orcs again as a threat. If the released Orcs want to flee back through the Dark Portal,