"Mr. Bronzebeard, Your Highness is back!"
Brian, who had a bandage on his forehead, lost most of his sorrowful expression in an instant. He quickly put on his hat and rushed out.
"Brian? Are you injured too?!" Alsace frowned, "What happened?"
Brian took a breath, regardless of his still aching head, "We were attacked by a demon on the way back - but luckily, we fought him off."
Of course, everyone in the First Legion also paid a heavy price, with dozens of people killed or injured.
Arthas didn't expect that after he left, a demon would come looking for him, "What's the specific situation?"
"The boys are all brave. Most of them were only slightly injured. The devil doesn't seem to want to get involved with us." Brian grinned bitterly. He was also one of the injured.
The dwarf spat, obviously holding a grudge against the abominable demon, "That damn Mal'Ganis cost us several brave soldiers..."
"Mal'Ganis?"
Arthas' expression was stunned for a moment, and he immediately said seriously, "Mal'Ganis is dead, completely. His soul and head are now in my hands."
After he finished speaking, he threw Mal'Ganis' demon head on the ground. The huge head stunned Brian, and he identified it carefully.
Years of archaeological experience allowed Brian to notice the subtle differences between Mal'Ganis and the demons they encountered. Brian was dumbfounded, "Your Majesty, the King of the Mountain, these dangerous guys have appeared in our world in droves. ?”
"Not yet, but if we don't deal with the conspirators among these demons, it will only be a matter of time before they wreak havoc."
While talking to Brian, Arthas looked around and found no trace of Farric or Thassarian.
"Where are Farric and Thassarian?"
Brian's expression dimmed suddenly, and he sighed, "Farrick was seriously injured, and military doctors are working on the rescue, and Thassarian... I'm sorry, that kid was trying to cover us..."
Arthas clenched his fists, but then loosened them helplessly, "Where is Thassarian's body?"
Brian took Alsace to a small room, where the remains of several soldiers who died were placed. Their bodies were covered with white cloths, and pressed on the white cloths were some of their belongings.
"Thassarian... after he learned that you were challenging Mal'Ganis alone, he went to the snowfield to find you."
The brand-new Major Badge seemed to be the same as when Thassarian got it. Arthas punched the wall nearby, and cracks appeared on the wall under his heavy blow.
"This idiot! Can he set foot in the Dragonblight?! His recklessness not only killed himself, but also implicated other soldiers of the First Legion!" Alsace's tone sounded somewhat like he hated iron.
It is true that Thassarian was a brave soldier, and he always kept in mind the advice his father gave him, but he still made a mistake that most young people make, that is, he was too reckless.
Of course Arthas knew that Thassarian came to him not only to confirm his safety, but also to remove the regret in his heart - he was the only one left in the entire Thirteenth Battalion, and his hatred for the Dread Lord overwhelmed his reason.
Perhaps for Thassarian, dying happily on the battlefield is far better than living alone in the army and rising step by step.
Arthas believed that he was equally responsible inside. He should not have allowed Thassarian, who had only been recovering for a week, to follow him north. He underestimated the young man's desire for revenge.
He made Thassarian a major and assigned him new tasks, so that he could quickly find the desire to live from the painful memory of the Camp Thirteen incident.
It's just that this newly promoted major still lacks understanding of the demons of the Burning Legion. Mal'Ganis' behavior is completely abnormal among the Dreadlords, because he was trying to catch Arthas.
In order to convince Mal'Ganis that he had "been fooled", Alsace summoned an army and rushed to Northrend. In addition to consolidating the defense of Northrend's key ports, he also wanted to confuse Mal'Ganis.
Mal'Ganis thought he had everything under control, but ended up losing his life. Thassarian faced a high-level demon he didn't know much about, and didn't even know he was being tracked.
On Azeroth, strength is not the key to victory or defeat, caution is.
Alsace let out a long sigh, walked out of the room, and sat on the steps outside the door, "Brian."
"I'm here, young man, I know you feel uncomfortable...I was also at fault, I should have watched that reckless boy." Brian sat down holding on to the wall, his voice hoarse.
"Thassarian's sister and mother are still waiting for their brother and son to come home in Tirisfal - maybe I shouldn't have brought him to Northrend in the first place."
Arthas shook his head to himself, and then said, "Brian, the real culprit of the undead has been killed by me."
"Well done, this may comfort the spirits of the boys." Brian tried to comfort Alsace, "You don't have to blame yourself too much, you have done your best."
"But I wanted to do more -" Arthas calmed down. Thassarian made him seem to see his immature self, and the consequences of this immaturity are often very tragic.
The two were silent for a long time, and finally Arthas himself broke the somewhat sad atmosphere, "I will let these soldiers stay in Northrend for the time being."
Brian was stunned for a moment, "Why don't you take their bodies back to their hometown?"
"You have to ask them what they want." Arthas said something that left Brian confused and stood up.
"I have to return to the Eastern Kingdom quickly. The whole incident is not over yet. There are still several Dread Lords like Mal'Ganis plotting secretly."
Arthas stared at Brian, "As for you, Brian, I suggest you go back to Ironforge to recuperate for a while before venturing out."
"I think so too, but after this incident, I may not want to come to this sad place again for a long time."
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"Elder Hamuul, the above is the entire content of our covenant." Jaina put down the magic document in her hand and said with a smile, "You also have a copy of such a document. We asked the goblins to translate it. It is standard. The Tauren version."
Hamuul's face could not tell whether he was excited or indifferent. His two thick fingers were rubbing the delicate document paper, but he was still thinking about the conditions he just heard.
In fact, the covenant conditions given by the alliance are very generous, so generous that even Hamuul finds it incredible.
Humans promised to help the tauren expel the centaurs, not only with materials, but also with human assistance. At the same time, they also proposed to the tauren to solve the problems caused by the centaurs once and for all.
Of course, this does not mean to completely eliminate the centaur race, but to find a peaceful enough habitat for the tauren.
All the tauren needed to do was to complete the requirements and commitments required for a normal alliance - Hamuul took the document and compared it several times to confirm that he was not dazzled.
In the end, Hamuul asked the biggest doubt in his heart: "Excuse me, outsiders, why do you want to help our tribe so much? It even seems too...selfless."
Jaina's smile became brighter. Unlike Varian, who was silent and stern-faced, she was happy to explain for Hamuul.
But before that, the female mage clapped her hands, and the surrounding guards and other personnel quickly exited the conference room, leaving only Hamuul and his personal guards, as well as Jaina and Varian.
After doing all this, Jaina said seriously, "As you can imagine, we don't want nothing, but what we really need is the friendship of the Tauren tribe."
"But you have brought out too many things. We are afraid that it is not a true 'friendship'."
"This is because the situation has become so severe that helping you is equivalent to helping ourselves."
Jaina paused slightly, and continued this topic under Hamuul's doubtful eyes.
"You who are far away in Kalimdor may not know that just over ten years ago, the Eastern Kingdom faced the greatest catastrophe in thousands of years - the invasion of orcs.
Although the alliance worked together and finally defeated the orcs, what we didn't expect was that the orcs, whom we regarded as our formidable enemy, were just a small pawn of the dark forces in the void.
The real enemy is still plotting something bigger behind the scenes. "
Jaina tapped the ground with her staff and said loudly, "That is our planet."
"The orcs are just pawns of the Burning Legion. In the final analysis, they are ignorant wretches played by demons. Our real threat is still hidden in the endless starry sky."
"Burning Legion?..."
This strange yet familiar term gave Hamuul an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, and Jaina's next words made the tauren understand its true meaning.
"Maybe you will find it strange, but... regarding the secrets of the ancient war ten thousand years ago, I think any ancient race in Kalimdor should inherit it."
"The terrifying demon army that caused the Well of Eternity to explode and caused the ancient continent of Kalimdor to undergo a great schism, they have... returned."
Along with the proper nouns belonging to the ancient Elvish language, the old tauren's memories were finally brought back. It was an ancient legend from the Shuharu tribe:
Legend has it that ten thousand years ago, the world was covered by green clouds, and emerald-colored meteors and fire rain fell from the sky, bringing suffering and death to the creatures on the earth. Even Mother Earth shed tears.
The creatures of Azeroth rose up to resist, including several tauren clans. With the cooperation of local forces one after another, the warriors of Azeroth paid a heavy price and finally drove out the terrible enemy. their world.
However, that does not mean the end, but the beginning of a nightmare. One day, the Legion of Destruction burning with green evil fire will come again!
