"What happened? You don't want to go to the expeditionary force anymore?" Uther asked with a frown.
"The evil forces in Northrend are ready to move. Once our rear is empty, they will not hesitate to eat the flesh and blood of our world." Arthas knocked on the wooden round table rhythmically, and his heart was not as calm as it seemed. , "Do you still remember the darkness in the Tomb of Tire?"
"How could I forget... that was one of the most terrifying things I have ever seen in my life." Uther sighed, "Does such a thing exist in the North?"
"To be precise, Northrend is the birthplace of the monster in the Tomb of Tire," Arthas explained simply. "There is a city left by the Creation Titan there, and the people imprisoned in it are exactly In ancient times, the master of the Dark Empire, the Ancient God."
"If this is really the case, I think it would be better to suspend the opening of the Dark Portal first and point the finger at Northrend." Mograine said, "Otherwise, if we are attacked from both sides, even if the alliance is now much stronger than before, we There will also be a very heavy price to pay.”
The top leaders of the alliance who participated in the meeting also nodded in agreement. In the eyes of most people, the switch of the Dark Portal is always held by Azeroth. As long as they don't open the door, Draenor, that is, the side of Outland. There is no longer the ability to open this portal.
Arthas shook his head, "The arrow is on the string and must be fired. The army has set up camp in the Cursed Land and hoarded various supplies. What they are preparing to face is the enemy on the other side of the Dark Portal, and Not an evil god in a titan city.
Moreover, an army is not needed to deal with the Old Gods. In other words, the army is useless. The ancient gods are everywhere, they...reach deep into the soul..."
Whispers that seemed to come from the abyss sounded at this moment, and the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became eerie. The top leaders of the alliance looked out the window in astonishment. The water of Lake Lordamre that could be seen was rippling endlessly, and they were horrified. The human shadow rises from the abyss, even blocking the sun's brilliance.
The twisted, wriggling tentacles of flesh and blood swayed in strange ways, and the boats and dock buildings on the lake were easily smashed into pieces, stirring up pieces of wood and smoke all over the sky.
Fire, screams, and wails entered everyone's minds. The blazing flames in the ruins were the only light under the tentacles of darkness that covered the sky.
The alliance executives who came to participate in the meeting had sweat on their foreheads, and their hands unconsciously wanted to hold the weapons where they usually hang, so that they could feel at ease.
Fortunately, Arthas coughed lightly, and Jaina removed the illusion spell. She was holding a can in her hand, which contained a piece of tissue taken from Zakas's remains.
"Do you understand? This is just a magic with similar effects developed by Dalaran. The power and influence of the ancient gods are more evil, more terrifying, and more pervasive than this. The army alone cannot stop them."
However, everyone here is not scared. Even after seeing the tip of the ancient god’s terrifying iceberg, some people still raised questions, “But, your highness, the ancient god should have his own army of servants. Although the ancient god They themselves cannot be defeated by the army, but the overwhelming number of their slaves still requires a powerful army to contain them.”
The speaker was Shandris Feathermoon, the representative of the night elves. They had fought against the worms. Although they had not met the ancient god in person, he was the one who knew the ancient god best among the representatives present.
"The Old God in Northrend has no servants," Arthas replied. "He was once the most powerful of the living Old Gods, so the Titans gave him 'special care' and he was imprisoned in He was trapped in the strictest prison. Although part of the prison was now broken, there was no time to rebuild his empire.
And I'm not alone - in the battle at Blackrock Mountain, we not only defeated the elemental lord, but also killed the evil Lord of Blackrock Tower, whose true identity was a black dragon.
We also rescued and assisted injured red dragon warriors during the campaign, so the dragons will be on our side. "
"In other words, the prince of Lordaeron wants to go into danger alone and fight with a group of dragons with unclear attitudes against enemies we don't understand? It's simply ridiculous! I will never agree to this matter. I will go to Tai personally. Reinus makes it clear.”
A scolding voice with some anger and hatred interrupted Alsace's words. A tall man suddenly stood up from his seat, threw his hands away unceremoniously, and left behind a very harsh words.
Everyone present watched the man leave without saying a word or staying.
Jaina's face looked a little embarrassed, but she didn't try to hold on to the man who left. She stood next to Arthas, holding her forehead helplessly, and sighed in a low voice, "Oh... Dad..."
"It's okay, Jaina, I can understand the difficulty of the naval commander," Arthas also showed a rare expression of helplessness.
The man who left was none other than the King of Kul Tiras, Admiral Daelin Proudmoore, Jaina's father.
"Ever since my brother died, my father has never been able to get out of those terrible nightmares - he has always hated the orcs and the dragons." Jaina sighed softly, "I am very sorry that you have seen such rudeness. One scene.”
Although the red dragons were forced to attack the Kul Tiras fleet, there is no doubt that the murderer of Daelin's eldest son was these red dragons. This is an undeniable fact.
Solas stood up at this time to smooth things over, "Don't take it to heart, Jaina, I believe that Daelin's anger is only temporary, and he will calm down soon. Let's talk about business first, about what Arthas said. Yeah, those things about evil gods.”
"The Kaldorei support His Highness the Prince's actions," Shandris said. Although she was not sure about the cause of the dispute just now, it had nothing to do with the night elves. She was more focused on the matter itself. "The threat of the ancient gods cannot be ignored. Moreover, the dragon is also a relatively reliable ally, and the Kaldorei have a certain say in this matter."
"Same as Dalaran."
This time the representative of Dalaran was a high elf mage who was somewhat unfamiliar to everyone. He nodded to Arthas with a smile and stated his point of view, "We have studied the materials brought back by Ms. Proudmoore, and it is true. It is a very terrifying dark existence. If the Black Gate hadn’t opened soon, it might indeed have been our primary threat.”
"Alterac has no objections either." Ilucia said simply.
"The dwarves have no objections," Muradin's sonorous voice sounded. "I believe in little Arthas's decision. He has never let us down. It's a pity that I have to command the dwarf expeditionary force and can't take a look at the legend in person. The city of Titans."
"Stromgaard... also agrees," Solas pondered for a moment. "We have been preparing for the expedition to Draenor for a long time. Giving up at this time means wasting all our efforts. Moreover, we have many outstanding talents who may be trapped in Draenor. No, if we can rescue them, we can also contribute to our cause."
"Gilneas approves."
"Stormwind agrees."
"Gnomeregan supports our good friends."
"The Tauren tribe supports the opinions of our alliance friends."
Arthas looked around and nodded lightly, "Lordaeron agrees, so the final result is that Kul Tiras objects and the high elves abstain. The other representatives participating in the meeting agree with the decision. I declare that the expedition will proceed as originally planned. , and I will be responsible for all actions against Northrend."
