On the shores of Lake Lordamere, along the edge of Silverpine Forest, on a stone-paved stretch of Lordaeron Road...
A party of more than fifty hurried toward the magnificent city to the north.
Duke Bolvar Foxtain rode at the very front with several guards, casting wary glances around them as they sped along. The young duke blamed himself deeply. His mistake had already cost one king of House Wrynn his life, and he would not let it happen a second time.
The party also included nobles and mages from the south.
Anduin Lothar's warhorse rode in the very center of the party, with King Varian Wrynn held in his arms.
"Uncle Lothar, what should we do?" the young king asked, somewhat lost.
"We must gather every ruler on this continent," Lothar growled. "We must force them to understand and see the threat that is coming!"
"No human kingdom can stand against the threat of the Horde alone. If we cannot unite, every human city will face the same fate as Stormwind City..." The Lion of Azeroth's voice was filled with resolve.
"Can we succeed?" Varian asked softly.
Lothar lowered his head and fell into thought...
There was one more thing Varian had not asked: whether the Kingdom of Azeroth could be restored...
The moment the Horde's army took Stormwind City, it had already heralded the fall of a kingdom that had endured for nearly a thousand years... They had become a band of wanderers!
Only by slaughtering the Horde and driving those orc monsters out of this world could they return to their homeland.
Lothar suddenly raised his head and said quietly, "We will succeed!"
"Reginald, raise that banner!" Lothar ordered.
"At once, my lord!"
The imposing banner flew in the sky, bearing a gray-black shield with a greatsword behind