Anduin Lothar is not a fool who is immersed in the glory of the past, otherwise he would not help his cousin Llane Wrynn to sit on the throne of the king. It was a helpless move to unfurl the royal flag of his ancestor Thoradin. Being used to the stupidity and greed of the nobles, Sir Lothar did not have the confidence to predict the reactions of the countries of Lordaeron, so he would just try to pull the flag.
During his short stay in Nanhai Town for a few days, the old mayor tried his best to flatter him, almost even asking Anduin Lothar to autograph his belly as a souvenir. Although Henni Mareb also wanted to get close to the legendary idol, he still remembered his identity and refused to give in on the issue of food rations for the refugees in Stormwind City, giving out one meal at a time.
Sir Lothar had no intention of arguing with his master's secretary. In times of crisis, his master's willingness to lend a helping hand was already a great kindness, so there was no need to turn them into enemies.
Using the reserves of the restoration of the country, Anduin Lothar purchased ten days of rations for two thousand people from traders, and set off north with the young prince Varian and the nobles he liked, preparing to go to the city of Lordaeron.
"Although Varian and I are blood relatives to Alex, we really deliberately refused to leave thousands of people in Nanhai Town to rely on you to take care of them. Please accept these gold coins. If possible, try to improve the lives of these poor people as much as possible. Anduin is here to thank everyone." Sir Lothar, who used both soft and hard tactics, ate the old mayor to death, and the tricks were so beautiful that it was hard to fault. Come stabbing.
Leaving a box of treasure behind, Anduin Lothar first put Varian on the newly purchased carriage, then said goodbye to the officials in Nanhai Town, and finally mounted the horse and set off.
Although the survivors of the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse and the Royal Guards of Stormwind are dragging their tired bodies, they have high fighting spirit. The entire team contains suffocating anger and fighting spirit in their sorrow. Although the queue is not neat, the momentum is amazing. The final glory of the Kingdom of Stormwind is up to us to defend, and the light in the eyes of Anduin Lothar's followers clearly expresses this meaning.
"What a terrifying army. It makes me tremble when I see the old man." The old mayor sighed, his tone was calm, and there was no trace of Sir Lothar's former fanboy appearance.
"With such an elite tribe fleeing, how terrifying are the orcs Sir Lothar said!" Henni Mareb couldn't help but sigh.
After the baptism of the Troll War, Henni Mareb thought that he should be considered a qualified soldier, but in front of Anduin Lothar and his generals, he was still like a child.
A feeling of uneasiness arises spontaneously.
"Mayor, what should we do?" Herni Mareb asked humbly.
"Everything is as usual, waiting for the adults' orders." The old mayor had a habit of crying in the wind and was wiping his eyes with a handkerchief.
Anduin Lothar, who was looking back, happened to see this scene and couldn't help but sigh at the reputation of his ancestors. Hundreds of years later, there would still be people like the old mayor who were willing to shed tears for him.
"After all, we have blood lines that are separated from each other. Maybe the situation is not as bad as I thought."
Anduin Lothar gained some confidence in the future.
Arriving at the Royal City of Lundaeron, Terenas Menethil II solemnly received the survivors from Stormwind City. The knife marks and bloodstains on the soldiers' armor were not wiped away under Anduin Lothar's order. A sad majesty enveloped the mourning soldiers. Everyone who watched the ceremony in Lordaeron couldn't help but admire them. ----He is indeed the last blood descendant of Emperor Thoradin, what a "Lion of the Kingdom" Anduin Lothar.
Arrange a shelter for the soldiers of Stormwind City, order the nobles to entertain their colleagues from Stormwind City at a banquet, and take the young prince Varian to the queen's place to rest. After arranging everything, Terenas could finally have a good chat with Anduin Lothar.
"Anduin, tell me what exactly happened?" In the small lounge, two people of similar age sat relaxed, and Terenas called them by their first names to show their closeness.
"A shameful murder and an act of noble stupidity. Terenas, I must warn you that great darkness is coming, and if our fellow citizens of Lordaeron do not unite, we will have nowhere to escape. "Anduin Lothar drank a glass and filled it up for himself.
"What we are facing is not a clan, a tribe, or a country, but a world. Yes, a world. Those green-skinned guys passed through the huge portal in the cursed land and came to ours from another world. Home. At first, we effectively sniped them. We thought they were just bastards like trolls who appeared out of nowhere. We ignored them and thought they were just humanoid beasts. But soon, we Just realize your mistake. Strong, smart, organized, and disciplined, they are intelligent and civilized creatures just like us, and there are far more of them than we thought." Anduin Lothar took another sip. Empty the cup. Terenas said nothing, just helped Anduin fill it up again.
"You know Medivh."
"Well, the last guardian of the Council of Tirisfal."
"Guardian." Anduin Lothar couldn't help but laugh sadly, "It's the fallen Guardian. This friend of mine was enslaved by the devil and became a puppet of the devil. He helped the orcs stabilize the teleportation. Door."
"Oh, that's terrible."
"That's not even the worst of it. When I led an elite team to defeat the fallen warden, the worst happened. The orcs assassinated our king, and poor Llane had his heart ripped out. "Anduin... Lothar said sadly.
"Let's drink to Lion," Terenas suggested.
"For Ryan."
"Dry."
"What happened next." Terenas wanted to know the subsequent development of the incident.
"The orcs changed their chief, and the chaos and internal strife were contained. With a simple strategy, the elite Stormwind Legion at the pass led the offensive of the fortress, fought a field battle with the orcs in the open space, and were then defeated by the orcs several times their size. The army was killed to pieces. When I hurried back to Stormwind City from Medivh's magical tower Karazhan, it was already too late. The orcs had basically completed the encirclement, and the remaining power of the kingdom was divided into seven parts. It's all in pieces, and it's completely impossible to organize an army that can compete with the orcs. After the arduous battle to defend the city, I can only escape with a limited number of people." Anduin Lothar left a painful and regretful message. Tears, more people were left behind in Stormwind City.
"You have done enough, Anduin. You are not alone. Countless people need you to cheer up and lead them. Varian also needs your care." Terenas understood that Anduin was out of control. The reason is, but I don’t know how to comfort him.
"Thank you, Terenas. I was under too much pressure along the way. Thank you for listening to me. I feel better." Anduin Lothar quickly stabilized, "Terenas, Believe me, our current situation is very similar to that of the late Emperor Thoradin in the troll war. The orcs pose a threat to the entire human society. This is a life-and-death war for survival. This is not your business or mine. , it’s everyone’s business, all humanity’s business.”
"I will write to all the kings and high lords, and I will invite everyone to come to Lordaeron to discuss all this. Anduin, before that, you need to have a good rest." Terenas made a guarantee and promise .
