As for Onyxia's arrangement, Arthas sent her back to Stormwind City first to stabilize the situation there, and then let Katrana's "identity" disappear from the upper echelons of Stormwind City in a reasonable manner.
After Varian returns to Stormwind City, and with Onyxia's secret promotion, it is bound to purge the nobles of Stormwind City.
Under such circumstances, after a few years, Countess Katrana's reputation will naturally disappear in the circle of human nobles. After all, no one will remember a down-and-out noble who no longer has any power.
This is an iron law of aristocratic society. A nobleman without money and power is not a nobleman at all.
Onyxia will definitely not dare to disobey Arthas. Her every move is under the surveillance of the "Lich King", even if she wants to go to Nefarian for help and controls part of Onyxia. Arthas of Souls could easily stop her as well.
In the Black Dragon Legion, the only one who can help Onyxia escape from bondage is her missing father, Neltharion, the Deathwing.
But it's hard to say whether Neltharion will help Onyxia get rid of Arthas or kill her in a rage. After all, you can't consider the behavior of a madman.
But when Onyxia finally thought she could temporarily escape from this terrible guy, Alsace, Alsace stopped her again.
This made the Black Dragon Princess tremble. She thought Alsace had changed his mind and wanted to turn herself into material.
"After you go back, don't try to hook up with Bovar again. That guy won't be easy either."
"Please rest assured! My master, nothing really happened between me and Bolvar!" Onyxia nodded quickly. She dumped Bolvar after she went back. Now nothing matters except her own life.
If Arthas is displeased, let alone returning to Stormwind City and continuing to enjoy a luxurious life for a while, she is likely to become the material on the Scholomance Academy's experimental bench.
Seeing Onyxia leave, Lothar sighed, "That boy Bolvar, he was just a stupid young man following me back then. Now he is so bold that he dares to get involved with the black dragon? "
After hearing this, Orgrim imagined a scene of a ferocious-looking black dragon lying on his bed. He was suddenly inspired and felt that his understanding of the power of frost was a little deeper.
"Hmph, this guy Bolvar, if his daughter finds out, I'll see where his face turns." Arthas didn't bother to comment on Bolvar's actions. This guy is simply a disgrace to the Paladin. He was killed by a black dragon. I was so deceived that I was confused.
"Hey, do you dare to say that you are not attracted to Onyxia in human form?" Lothar laughed strangely.
Arthas glanced at Lothar with a strange look, "It seems that there is indeed something missing in the history books. After I return to Lordaeron, I will ask the historians to study the anecdotes of Sir Lothar when he was young. It’s over.”
Lothar's expression changed and she immediately became serious again, "Ahem, of course I was a gentleman when I was young. How could I have romantic anecdotes?"
"It's hard to say. You know people but don't know their hearts. What if our Grand Duke Lothar was a romantic young man when he was young?" Alsace shrugged, as if he was determined to explore the past.
"Hahaha~ By the way, what else did you say we were going to do?" Lothar pretended to touch his face and changed the subject lamely.
Orgrim looked at Lothar with contempt - a man who was not even willing to talk about this matter. Orgrim dared to say that when he was young, he was a good boy with great fame in the tribe.
"I pushed Mograine away." Arthas stopped talking to Lothar. His expression became a bit melancholy. "It's time to go to the great monastery."
The Great Monastery of Tirisfal, located in the northeast of Lordaeron, is the fiefdom of Mograine, but now, the paladin lord is on his way to Ironforge.
Without Mograine, the risk of being discovered for what is to be done next will be much smaller.
Lothar's expression also became serious. Although some things happened after his sacrifice, during this time, he also learned about various major events that had happened in recent years. He naturally understood the reason why Alsace went to the Great Monastery.
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"The human fleet appeared on our coastline. They landed on the island and fought with us," Vol'jin explained to Thrall the situation of their tribe.
The Darkspear tribe is a very small troll tribe. As early as the time of the troll Gurubashi Empire, they suffered heavy losses due to the division of the empire, and were eventually forced to leave their homeland and live abroad.
After the Great Schism, the forest where the Darkspear tribe lived became an archipelago, and the island they were on was named Darkspear Island by themselves.
Although the population is sparse, they live a life without competing with the world, as if they have returned to the primitive era of ancient times, so they can be considered relaxed and happy.
However, the intervention of outsiders broke this tranquility. Human beings themselves have had a generational hatred against the trolls. After they landed on the island, they soon discovered that there were indigenous trolls here, and the two sides launched a fierce struggle. .
Although the Darkspear trolls repelled the small human fleet, their tribe also suffered heavy losses. To make matters worse, the murlocs who originally lived by the sea seemed to be controlled by some evil magic. The search for living sacrifices began.
The murlocs took advantage of the darkness to attack the troll village, and many trolls were captured by the murlocs. Wojin's father, the old witch doctor Senjin, was one of those trolls.
After settling other people in the village, Wojin quickly took several of the strongest warriors to rescue the tribesmen who were captured by the fishmen. However, the fishmen, who are usually known for their stupidity, actually set up an ambush and waited. Vol'jin arrives.
If Thrall had not appeared in time with the orcs, it is very likely that Vol'jin would have become one of the captives.
In fact, Vol'jin had originally planned to give up. He could not lead people to rescue the captured tribesmen at all costs, as that would only make the situation of the Darkspear tribe worse.
But Thrall's appearance gave Vol'jin a glimmer of hope. With the help of these strong outsiders, they might be able to deal with the murlocs and rescue his father.
Thrall also realized that the orcs had just arrived and needed some local allies to help them gain a foothold in the new continent, and the Darkspear tribe to which Vol'jin belonged was obviously a good choice.
The strength of the Darkspear trolls is not too strong compared to the orcs, but it also makes up for the orc tribe's current lack of long-range military power. The current orcs are not mindless charging war machines controlled by the blood of demons.
Although the orcs are still brave and good at fighting, Thrall, who has studied human culture for a long time, understands that in order to ensure that the army has strong combat effectiveness, it cannot only have a single unit.
The orcs had suffered losses in the second war, so they formed an alliance with the trolls led by Zul'jin to make up for each other. Now that there are no forest trolls in the orcs' team, Thrall wants to find new allies.
"I will help you save your people, just like I once did." Thrall extended an olive branch to Vol'jin, and Vol'jin looked at the shaman with grateful eyes.
The two hit it off immediately, and Vol'jin told Thrall a suitable place to camp. After Thrall settled the remaining tribesmen, he took a dozen orc warriors with him and followed Vol'jin to the murloc's lair.
After approaching the murloc's cave under the coastal cliff, Thrall suddenly frowned. He said to Vol'jin, "Be careful. The elements told me that this cave contains ominous dark magic."
"Dark magic?"
Vol'jin was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and his expression became solemn. Thrall's reminder made him alert. As a shadow hunter, he also began to notice the strangeness of this cave.
"Is this why these fishmen are rioting?"
The darkness that originated from the abyss made Wo'jin feel heavy. It seemed that something extremely bad had happened on the island where they lived, and it was much more serious than he had imagined.
"This kind of dark magic cannot be caused by murlocs. There are very few wise men who can use magic among them." Thrall once lived in Hillsbrad, where there were also many murlocs. He was still concerned about this kind of dark magic. Have some understanding of amphibians.
Wo'jin nodded and waved the double-headed sword in his hand, "There may be dark creatures here that are beyond our knowledge. Please be careful, my friend."
Thrall raised the Doomhammer and shouted to the orc warriors behind him, "My brothers, will you be afraid of those cowards hiding in the darkness?"
"Lok-tar Ogar (win or die)!!!" The orcs raised their weapons and responded to Thrall with a war cry.
Thrall smiled at Vol'jin, "Orcs will not be afraid of any challenge."
"If it hadn't been for this accident, I would be very happy to make friends with you." Wo'jin sighed. The Darkspear tribe has been in a lot of troubles recently.
"We can wait until we rescue your father. It won't be too late at that time." Thrall put his hand on Wo'jin's shoulder. "I am also happy to fight alongside a warrior like you."
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On the walls of Theramore, Jaina found Varian who was watching the situation outside.
"The Bloodhoof clan has agreed to become an ally with us," Jaina held up a magic contract and showed it to Varian. "It seems that our diplomacy has been successful."
"Really, that's really great." Varian leaned on his long sword and looked into the distance, "I can't wait to see what kind of world is outside this damp and dark swamp."
"Of course, we plan to set out early tomorrow morning to assist the Bloodhoof clan in completing their migration. According to the intelligence officer of the Privy Council, the Mulgore Grassland is heading west."
Jaina flicked her fingers and shot out an icy blue beam of light. The magical beam of light moved away towards the west until it disappeared into the sky.
"This is really a vast land," Varian nodded lightly, "I never thought that one day, I would be able to lead my subjects to open up new territories like my ancestors."
"Now you have your chance," Jaina quipped.
"Yes, I have sat on the throne of Stormwind City for too long. I hope I haven't forgotten how to fight." Varian's eyes burned with the fire of a warrior. He is a king and a visionary. A warrior who lives and dies for nothing.
The Wrynn family has called themselves lions for generations, but Varian prefers wolves. He believes that this animal is cunning and ferocious, just like his combat skills, which can both overwhelm opponents in frontal combat and pass through. Use your superb skills to find the enemy's weaknesses and kill them with one strike.
While there was still war in the Eastern Kingdom, Varian was still young. For him, Grand Duke Lothar, who was also his mentor and friend, would not let him put himself in danger, but this did not mean that Varian had no fight. Experience, on the contrary, fulfills all the requirements of a powerful warrior.
Jaina could feel Varian's inner desire for battle. The oppressive political atmosphere in Stormwind City was simply torture for a warrior, but as the king, Varian had to deal with it all.
In her opinion, asking Varian to lead the Kalimdor Expedition to explore this new continent is simply the best choice. Although Jaina's father is also a great warrior and adventurer, in her eyes, she My father was more or less reckless and stubborn.
On the contrary, the younger Varian, while not losing the vigor and bravery of a young man, is also quite calm and steady - it seems that the king has also learned a lot from Alsace.
"I will take away at least half of Theramore's defense force tomorrow, and Muradin will also be with me. Will this cause any hidden dangers?"
Varian asked another question, and Jaina was prepared for it. She indicated that Varian could rest assured about Theramore's defense.
"My father will lead a Kul Tiran fleet to Theramore tomorrow, so there is no need to worry about Theramore's safety."
King of Kul Tiras, Admiral Daelin Proudmoore?
Varian did not expect that even the naval commander would personally take part in an ordinary exploration activity, but this also made Varian feel relieved that Daelin would definitely protect his own daughter.
"Very good, then I can safely go and reason with the centaurs who are harassing our tauren allies."
