A black raven flew across the skies of Lordaeron.
Lordaeron, the capital of the Kingdom of Lordaeron... stood on the northern shore of Lake Lordamere. The city and the lake's silvery surface complemented each other, lending it an air of elegance and dignity.
This city might have been the largest human settlement on the entire continent... unfortunately, the raven had no interest in admiring its beauty.
It slowly descended onto the square before the Royal Court of Lordaeron, then took the form of an elven mage.
"Who goes there!" The guards and court mages quickly surrounded him, their voices full of hostility.
"Do not be alarmed. I am merely a messenger!" the mage said calmly, then took out a token.
The emblem on the token differed from that of any human kingdom... it depicted a gray-black shield, with a greatsword behind it.
It was an emblem from the days of the Arathor Empire!
This token belonged to the last surviving bloodline of the Arathor Royal Family.
Led by the royal attendants, Karin walked slowly into Lordaeron's royal palace.
Because of that token, everyone treated him with respect, at least on the surface.
Lothar had given him the token...
Thanks to Karin's persuasion, Lothar had decided to evacuate, but carrying out the evacuation would still take some time...
Hundreds of thousands of commoners still lived in Stormwind City and the surrounding areas, including Northshire, Goldshire, and Westfall. Leaving them to the Orcs would undoubtedly mean sending them to their deaths, so Lothar would take them all north.
For the past half month, Stormwind City's harbor had been packed with people. Countless fully laden ships came and went every day, but it was still far from enough...
That was also the purpose of Karin's journey. He had traveled all the way