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Alex was bound to Alterac by King Aiden in the name of Grand Regent, but Janis still came to Lordaeron with his children.
Although the disloyal ministers have become self-reliant, the name of the last blood descendant of Emperor Thoradin is as attractive to noble gentlemen as it is to drug addicts. It is as if saying a word to Anduin Lothar makes everyone excited. Noble.
About four thousand years ago, the ancient Arathi people were invited by the high elves to participate in the war of annihilation against the Amani trolls, and later developed into the only and last empire in human history: the Arathor Empire.
It was during the Arathor Empire that human footprints gradually moved out of the Arathi Highlands, transforming from weak prey into powerful predators. When their identity changed, humans, who had made great progress in science, technology and magical knowledge, began to be dissatisfied with the small fiefdom. The desire for wealth turned into the driving force for expansion, and a large number of people moved to the north where the products were more abundant. It was Emperor Thoradin who withstood internal pressure and insisted on completing the thick city wall that his ancestors had never stopped building for thousands of years, and named it Thoradin's Wall.
The humans who traveled north quickly opened up a large amount of farmland in the hilly area named Hillbrad and the more fertile plains of Lordaeron. For a time, the high-ranking citizens of the capital, Stromgarde, were agitated. A large number of young and strong laborers were unwilling to perform the military service of three men and one soldier per household. The people were caught up in the restlessness of the reclamation wave. It was Emperor Thoradin who iron-bloodedly suppressed the internal conflicts among the people. riot.
When the people were dissatisfied with Emperor Thoradin's waste of time and money in building Thoradin's Wall and preventing his movement to the north to open up wasteland, reality slapped hard on the faces of those who opposed Emperor Thoradin's policies.
That year was a year of famine. The continuous drought caused a large number of forest animals to die. The trolls who were scattered in the ancient troll war united under the fear of hunger, and an army of 100,000 trolls went south. Just eat. The human settlements north of Thoradin's Wall were almost wiped out, and the output of the farmland became food for the trolls along with the farmers.
When the bad news came, the nobles who were accustomed to living a life of fine clothes and fine food realized that they could no longer wield the war nin freely with their hands.
At the critical moment, Emperor Thoradin, who had the upper hand, rejected the nobles' request to go north for rescue and returned all his men to the south of Thoradin's Wall.
Save people and lose land, and everyone and land will survive. Save land and lose people, and everyone and land will be lost. Although Emperor Thoradin did not express this truth in words, he implemented it in his actions.
The hungry trolls were unable to break through the magical defenses of the elves in Quel'Thalas, and had no choice but to go south to attack Thoradin's Wall.
During the three months of arduous battles, Emperor Thoradin always stood on the city wall, bringing infinite courage to the soldiers.
Eventually, hunger destroyed the troll's fighting spirit, and after a suicidal Banzai charge, the exhausted troll retreated. While the nobles and high-ranking citizens were happily preparing for the celebration banquet, it was Emperor Thoradin who led the last remaining force to break out of the defenses of Thoradin's Wall and pursue the trolls all the way. Ten days later, the emperor returned exhausted, with troll flesh and blood filling the gaps in his mail.
The emperor, whose body exuded the horrifying stench of corpses, once again destroyed the hope of the trolls' revival. Only one out of ten thousand trolls escaped back to the forest. This great emperor accomplished a great deed no less than that of his ancestors when the empire's armament was at its weakest. From then on, there was no obstacle to mankind's northward expansion.
Shortly after the emperor closed his eyes forever, a large number of nobles left their slightly barren homeland to develop a rich new world. The descendants of the royal family were forced to go south. After a long and arduous journey, they finally arrived at a rich land called Elwyn and established the Kingdom of Stormwind. At this time, a hundred years passed by like a white horse.
No one can claim to be great in front of Emperor Thoradin, and no one can forget the victory of mankind during the Arathor Empire. So when Thoras Bertone met Anduin Lothar, the white-haired uncrowned king He drew out his sword, which symbolized power, and knelt down on one knee, holding his hands in front of Thoradin's blood descendant.
"My master's son, Bertone will always be loyal to Arathor." The tearful old man looked up at Anduin Lothar as if on a pilgrimage.
It's just that the expressions of other noble kings are not so natural.
"Descendants of Ignaus, please don't do this. I am now the regent of the Kingdom of Stormwind, not your emperor. The Arathor Empire has become history. Don't let the glory of our ancestors become an obstacle to our progress." Andu Yin. Lothar helped Solas Bertone up and put the sword, which symbolized power, into the scabbard on the old man's waist.
For a brief moment, Anduin Lothar really wanted to wave his sword and command the heroes in the name of Thoradin, but his reason prevented him from doing so. However, with a formidable enemy at hand, if humanity continues to fall into internal strife, it will only become a subjugated king, and there will be no hope for the revival of Stormwind City.
With a bang, the sword was returned to its sheath, and the Arathor Empire became history.
With a bang, all the nobles breathed a sigh of relief. Complex emotions filled people's hearts, and the indescribable emotions turned into deafening applause.
"Everyone, history is always surprisingly similar. Humanity once again faces great dangers and challenges. The kingdoms of Lordaeron are now at the pinnacle of power in the human world. This is a solemn moment for all intelligent beings. With the greatest The power of power means having awe-inspiring responsibilities for the future. Looking around, you not only feel that you have fulfilled your responsibilities, but you also feel worried that your future achievements may not reach such a high level. For everyone, There is an opportunity here, a clear, glorious opportunity. If we reject, ignore, or squander this opportunity, we will be blamed for the long term of posterity.
To keep these countless families safe, they must be protected from that terrible predator: war.
For the main purpose of preventing war, an organization of mankind should be established throughout the world. … We must affirm all of this: that its work is fruitful, that it is a reality and not an illusion, that it is a force of action and not just words, that it is a true force of peace. The palace is not just a place for quarrels and quarrels
"From Lakeside Town in the Redridge Mountains to the Strait of Sardor between Elwynn and Arathi, an iron curtain has descended across the entire Eastern Kingdom. Behind this line, sit the Kingdom of Stormwind and the Kingdom of the Dwarves The capitals of Stormwind, Lakeside, Nighttown, Goldshire, Ironforge, Gnomorion, Grim Batol, and the port of Menethil in the Kingdom of Lordaeron—all these weather-beaten towns and cities Its residents are all within the sphere of influence of the orc tribe. Not only are they affected by the tribe's influence in one form or another, but they are also threatened by the tribe's increasingly high-pressure.
To do this, we must create a unified, consistent coalition.
Brotherly union requires not only the growth of friendship and mutual understanding among all of us here who are related by blood, but also requires that both sides maintain close military contact in order to jointly study potential dangers. Similarities and differences in weapons, training materials, and unified deployment of officers and soldiers. It should also include the joint use of all military installations held by nations throughout Lordaeron so that existing facilities continue to be used for mutual security purposes.
I suggest that this union should be called an alliance. "
Anduin Lothar completed the impassioned impromptu speech without any script.
