Dalaran The fifteenth day of destruction, Light's Hope Chapel.
This is the second national meeting hosted by this chapel, but compared to the first Northern Frontier Conference, the number of people present this time far exceeded both the quality and quantity.
The moment the image stone of Dalaran's destruction was delivered to all Eastern Kingdoms forces at the fastest speed by the Mages, the emergence of this meeting became inevitable.
No matter what the outcome is, this will be the first step for all the forces of Eastern Kingdoms who are stuck in one corner to shift their attention to the entire world, and the mysterious veil of Azeroth will also be slowly opened in front of the eyes of these Living Being who live in Eastern Kingdoms.
Quel'Thalas's Sun King Kael'thas-Sunstrider, the handsome face of this young king no longer has the confidence to master everything, and is replaced by deep worry and exhaustion. Sylvanas is sitting next to him, and the beautiful face of Ranger-General also has a hint of wind and frost.
The name of Order of the Silver Hand, the highest Commander, Alexandros Mograine, Ashbringer, has spread throughout Northern Frontier. Under his leadership, only Within a month, West Darrowmere's situation became stable. Although the land had not been completely recovered, Order of Knights had indeed launched a counterattack for the first time and had recovered one-third of the land.
But at the same time, the complete fall of Silverpine Forest made this hard-won victory lose its due luster. Like Kael'thas, this wise leader also had helpless worry on his face.
Mage of Dalaran, Lord, the interim leader who was promoted by more than 4,000 Mage who survived, Rhonin and Ansirem Archmage, and Drenden who is still wearing a bandage Archmage, their robes are dotted with a small white flower, which is a tribute to the victims of Dalaran.
Jaina returns from a long journey Young Lady is no longer as lively and happy as before. She seems to have matured a lot overnight. The old black Wizard Hat on her head, the chilly Ebonchill on her back, and the Violet Badge on her chest all represent Young Lady's current status, Archmage The real Heir of Antonidas, the new Senators of Council of Six.
But Dick knows that Young Lady won't care about this. If possible, she just wants Mentor to live, but...
The Mages attending the meeting were as silent as stones, but the cold aura coming from them was enough to make other people look at them. These Mages were about to be driven crazy by the successive blows.
Stormpike Marshal Fandral Staghelm is sitting in the second row. Sitting in front of him is an Dwarves with an exquisite Crown and wearing fiery red armor. He has a pair of yellow eyes and a beard braided into a beautiful braid. These are Magni-Bronzebeard, King of the Bronzebeard Kingdom, all nominal loyalists of Dwarves.
Sitting on his right is an old acquaintance of Dick, who is also an old acquaintance of Mage Rhonin, Highlord Falstad Wildhammer.
On the left side of the Dwarves camp is Envoy from South Storm Kingdom, who is also a person Dick is very familiar with. The assassinated King Llane is a relative of King. Anduin-Wrynn has not yet grown up, and the current King Varian-Wrynn is not skilled enough in handling the country. The elder Duke serves as the regent. Bolvar-Fordragon, a powerful Paladin, a skilled and experienced politician.
Of course, Dick also knows his other identity. In 7 years, he will sacrifice himself and become the third Lich King, controlling Undead to hide in Northrend. The Undead Scourge that once Spread spread to the whole world comes to an end.
But under the current situation, Dick feels that this heroic Paladin will probably not meet such a tragic ending again.
Next to Duke Fordragon, sits Storm Kingdom Crown Prince Anduin-Wrynn, who is only 5 years old. This little guy is now a child who knows no worries, but if everything goes well, his father will disappear in a Plot in four years.
When he returns again, his father will become the protagonist of history, the fearless king known as "Ghost Wolf". To the left of Kingdom of Stormwind's camp, sits a middle-aged man wearing a noble dress, the actual ruler of Kul Tiras, Daelin-Proudmoore, who likes to be called "Admiral" by others, is the father of Young Lady. If nothing happens, he will become the father-in-law of Dick.
At this time, the ruler of Kul Tiras was looking at Dick standing on the podium with a critical eye. It could be seen that King, who was a soldier, did not have very good senses for Dick.
Next to General Daelin, on the last seat in the first row, sat quietly a lady with blond hair and a shawl wearing Crown. She was wearing white plain clothes and looked like a melancholy flower, but she had accepted it since she was a child. Royal Family's education gave her a touch of tenacity in addition to her fragility, which made people's eyes bright. This is Lordaeron Government-in-Exile, the queen of the new Theramore - Caliea Menethil.
In the past, the world only knew her as the sister of Arthas, but in the changed history, she has begun to shine, the light that truly belongs to King Terenas Heir, the descendant of Menethil.
Dick, who was wearing a blue dress, stood on the podium. He glanced at everyone present from left to right. It is no exaggeration to say that if Archimonde fired a few "Finger of Death" shots here now, it would be enough to cause chaos in half the world.
But Dick, who has seen too many things, no longer has the trepidation he once had. He is like a real Azeroth Like Paladin, standing on this podium, the traces left by the other world on him have been wiped away in battle after battle, just like Forge's fierce training, making him a better and more outstanding person.
He looked at the crowd of leaders sitting in the audience, saw the supportive eyes of Sylvanas and Vereesa, saw Rhonin's determination to Revenge, saw Alexandros's mixed attitude of admiration and indifference, saw Kael'thas's warm smile, saw Fist that Marshal Fandral quietly lifted, saw Little Anduin's curiosity, saw Young Lady's dependence, saw General Daelin's scrutiny, and saw Caliea's gratitude.
But there are many people, he can't see them, Uther, Arthas, Kel'Thuzad, Anasterian, Dar'Khan, Genn Greymane, Antonidas, what these people brought to him was about sacrifice, about Salvation, about Betrayal, about the memory of death, it was cold, it was Pain's.
The past year or so was flowing back and forth in his mind. All these changes and all the transfers made Dick fall into the entanglement of memory.
When warmth and death unfolded, he gradually understood that all of this destroyed him, but all of it also made him successful.
When he set foot on the Titans Path that changed the world, he was no longer the ordinary guy in the past. He was Dick, and he will become Dick, the person who will be remembered and eventually forgotten in this Starry Sky.
Not like, not dislike, but existence.
Dick took a deep breath, opened his hands,
"Everyone, a dark force that has never been seen before has spread into this world. Every minute and every second, we are suffering on the edge of destruction. Whether you face it or ignore it, it is there, leaving us little time to hesitate."
"So, let's cut through the red tape and get straight to the point..."
At the same time as Eastern Kingdoms Conference was held, a crucial meeting was also held at the feet of Kalimdor, Mount Hyjal, World Tree Nordrassil, the inheritance country of the Ancient Elf Empire, and Night Elves, which nominally ruled the entire Kalimdor.
When compared with the calmness of Dick and the leaders of the human kingdom, Night Elves, who has purple skin, long ears, enjoys the blessing of eternal life, believes in Elune, has a strong body, and is known as the "son of the forest", seems a little panicked.
"One third of Ashenvale has fallen, and Azshara has completely fallen into the hands of those Demon. It is unbelievable that after ten thousand years, they are back!"
The male Elf, who still had bandages on his arms and wore exquisite leather armor, sat on Wooden Chair and said to the respected Moon Priestess,
"Sentinels can't stop those extremely vicious Demon. They opened their Portal on both Ashenvale and Azshara, and a steady stream of Demon armies surged out of them. Out, I even saw the ugly figure of Ten Thousand Years Ago, that Pit Lord called the "Destroyer", it recognized us... They came with hatred, Lord Priests, their target is World Tree!"
This is obviously a Ethereum. There are only four people sitting in the exquisite tree house. Apart from the injured Elf, the most eye-catching thing is the female Elf sitting in the center., compared with other Night Elf, she has fairer skin, wears a white Priests robe, and has a crescent-like Insignia on her forehead.
That face is a collection of all things Essence, unimaginable beauty, a temperament between coquettishness and nobility, an aura Holiness that is enough to attract everyone.
Priestess of the Moon, Tyrande-Whisperwind, Ten Thousand Years Ago, led Night Elf to overthrow the rule of Highborne, and fought back the invading Demon. One of the leaders of Void is also Kaldorei Elf Today's leaders.
She frowned, listened to Sentinels Ashenvale Commander's report, thought for a few minutes, and then said,
"Of course they covet World Tree. Well of Eternity has been destroyed. This tree carries the core power of the world. After all, we are no longer Elf Empire of Ten Thousand Years Ago. Our strength is not enough to cope with attacking again. Demon, let's do this, Barnes, you ask the Sentinels to retreat to the middle of Ashenvale, and I will wake up the Druids, as well as the Demigodss who fought alongside us thousands of years ago. We need their power."
Sentinel Commander named Barnes Huijin nodded, Sentinels, which was Night Elf after independence, Tyrande in order to prepare The standing army formed by the anti-Evil force is not an elite force. He is also a very wise Elf and a veteran of Ten Thousand Years Ago. He naturally knows what to do.
But when the priestess was about to leave, Barnes suddenly remembered another thing and said hurriedly,
"Master Priests, please wait a moment!"
Tyrande turned around and looked at Barnes,
"Is there anything else? Commander."
"It's like this. In addition to us, when my Scout was patrolling, he also found that those Orcs who called themselves "Warsong Clan" were also resisting Demon on another front. They were more powerful than us. Crazy, they seem to have a stubborn hatred against those Demons. I wonder if we can unite with those Orcss... After all, those Barbarians are more suitable to stand at the front of the war than our tribe."
Barnes put forward his opinion, but after Tyrande frowned and thought for a while, he asked again,
"But I remember that those Orcs don't seem to be a friendly race. It is said that they have been cutting down Ashenvale's trees?"
"Yes, this is indeed unbearable for us!"
Barnes seemed to recall some bad memories and gritted his teeth, but finally said in a calm mood, "But now, resisting Demon is our first priority before everything else. I heard that except for this irritable Warsong Clan, in Durotar of Desolation, there is another Orcs building a city. According to the reports from Scout, they are much friendlier than Orcs of the Warsong Clan."
Tyrande nodded and said in her unique light and hoarse voice,
"Then, we might as well send Emissary to contact them. If they are willing to contribute their own strength to resist Demon Consecration, we don't mind giving them Durotar to live in."
Barnes stood up, saluted the priestess, and said loudly,
"Then, I will send out Emissary in the near future. I heard that Dustwallow Marsh, which borders Durotar, has also begun activities. I will investigate them at the same time, and if necessary, I will try my best to bring them into our camp."
Dick didn't know about the distant Kalimdor. Night Elves, who had lived in seclusion for thousands of years, had already planned to include Theramore in the alliance inspection. In the quarrelsome venue, Dick was sitting in the back row, holding the arm of Sorrow's Young Lady, and the two of them cuddled together, hugging each other for warmth.
It seemed that all the quarrels had nothing to do with him. From time to time, he would look at East. On the other side of the Great Sea, on that mysterious and vast land, there was another battlefield.
That will be... the beginning of another war for him.