"Bang"

A fist slammed into the stone table, and the tremendous force smashed the stone table through a crack, followed by an angry voice,

"That's enough!I said, no!!"

The scene immediately fell silent. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is a meeting that took place in the Angasa battlefield command, there are less than 15 participants, all of them are senior commanders of the coalition forces, the war has been over for nearly 3 months, most of the troops have been evacuated from Angasa, only the last legion is still stationed here, as a monitoring of the undead scourge... The last armed force of the Night's Watch Legion.

However, this does not mean that the coalition forces are disbanded, in fact, after the end of the War of the Dead, the new colony of Northrend will still need armed forces, so in addition to those veterans who have really retired, there are also some troops scattered throughout the territory of Northrend for follow-up security operations, and it is foreseeable that they will stay in this land for a long time, and even some of them will settle here.

After all, the neo-colonial tax law is very relaxed, and living here is far less stressful than living in the homeland, but the things that these high-level leaders get together to discuss today are obviously not about people's livelihood, but about a very sensitive matter.

It was Mograine who slapped the table just now, as the premier nobleman of the Lordaeron Kingdom, and is currently the governor of the province of the Borean Tundra Province, presiding over the administrative affairs of the Borean Tundra with the dignity of a duke, which fully proves Queen Caria's trust in Mograini, sitting next to him is the old Fording and his son, the war is over, but the old Fording cannot leave yet.

Next to them were Sarufar, Wojin and others, all of whom were the rulers of the Alliance Tribes who had left in Northrend, and sitting opposite them were two indifferent Death Knights, Thassarian and Kurdila, who, as Uther's envoys, had come to discuss an important matter with the Coalition higher-ups.

"The corpses of warriors are not to be desecrated!"

Like an angry lion, Mograini slapped the table and roared at Thassarian and Kurdira, "Uther's brain was affected by that damn helmet and wanted us to give up the coalition necropolis... You're just crazy!"

Thassarian was undaunted by this roar, and after Mograine's roar, he explained,

"The Night's Watch doesn't mean to touch the Necropolis, we just want the fallen warriors to have another choice, and I'm sure there will always be some warriors who are willing to sacrifice their strength for the world after they die... Just like the "agreement of the dead" reached between the coalition forces and the Knights of the Black Blade when the war was going on. ”

Kurdila also said, "We will not force the soul of any warrior, and the process can be carried out completely in the presence of the coalition forces." ”

After speaking, he observed the faces of the heroes on the other side, and said, "The main reason is that Arthas released all the souls of his high-level undead before he died, resulting in a shortage of high-end combat power of the Night's Watch Legion now, considering that the opponents we will face in the future are only the lowest level of undead, it is obviously not enough." ”

"Then I think you should go to the world of Draenor as quickly as possible than stay in Azeroth!"

Mograini sat back in his chair and snorted coldly, "There's a protracted war going on there, you can get everything you want there, in short, the warriors of the coalition, no!"

"Well, Alessandro, this matter is something we have discussed together, and Uther is forced to do so. ”

Seeing that the conversation was at an impasse, and knowing that it was time for him to come forward, Old Ferding stood up, took a few steps around the table, raised his head, looked at Sassarian and Kurdira, and said in a deep voice,

"On this matter, Alessandro and I are actually on the same page, we don't want the warriors to be disturbed, so Uther's proposal, we refuse! From today onwards, I think it is possible to carry forward the "Deceased Agreement". ”

Old Fordin's eyes cast his eyes out of the window, the blood and fire of the Angassa battlefield have completely calmed, but what remains on the battlefield is definitely not just simple death, a monument is standing in the cold wind and snow of Angassa, it is also the handiwork of the Brotherhood of Stonemasons, and the "Quicksand Eternity" monument of Silishus, which has now become a famous travel destination, is tall, holy, and extremely conspicuous.

It's like a real memorial, and everything that happened here will be forever engraved in history.

Old Ferding retracted his gaze and continued the topic just now,

"The Dead's Pact is a great way to balance life and death, and the Knights of the Ebon have proven themselves trustworthy with sacrifice and glory, so I'll be formally asking Queen Kalia to extend the Pact to all of Lordaeron's armies in a more acceptable way, but... I hope you can bring my next words to Uther. ”

Sasarian immediately stood up and took out a rune stone that emitted blue light from his arms, and after activation, Uther's low and hoarse voice came, along with that cold thought, even if everyone knew that he was on the side of justice, but this feeling made people irresistibly think of the dead monarch who had just died.

"Say, Fordin, I'm listening. ”

Old Fording exchanged glances with Mograini and Duke Berval of the Stormwind Kingdom, was silent for a few seconds, organized the language, and then spoke,

"Uther, the truth about the Night's Watch has now been communicated to the rulers of the various factions, and all the monarchs have accepted that you will be leaving Azeroth forever in the near future, but as I am sure you know, the fear of the undead still exists, so I want you to act in a measured manner... I know you've sent envoys to search for powerful undead around the ancient tombs of various kingdoms, but this has already caused a lot of buzz among the people, and I want you to recall them!"

"We'll help you with the search for the spirits, but be careful... Only for the dead who are not recorded in the official records! If things do go the way Dick said, I don't think in 20 years the people will accept your existence... So, Uther, I hope you can stay calm and not do something in the process that the people can't understand. ”

Silence, 3 minutes of silence, before Uther's voice came from the other side,

"Yes. But Fordin, the messenger I sent to the Draenor Shattered Emissary, I personally experienced the landing battle of Marton Demon Star, I want to say, you, you, may really underestimate everything that is happening in the Outlands, and through that complete battle record, I finally understand what kind of war Dick and the King of the Outlands are fighting, I can easily join it, I can wait... But time... Life and death are two lines, and once crossed, many things become meaningless. ”

"I will send carefully selected Knights of the Black Blade to the various forces, as a recruiting point for the Night's Watch, as well as the agreement of the dead, since you want those warriors to rest in peace, then I will not force it anymore, enjoy the peace, Fordin, Alessandro, I will go first, but war will always come, get ready!"

"Goodbye to Storm Crags!"

Old Verding nodded, "Goodbye to Storm Crags!"

Uther's communication hung up at the next moment, and Sasarian and Kurdila stood up, took the teleportation stone back, and then prepared to leave, but were stopped by Sarufar,

"Wait, Lieutenant!"

Thassarian turned his head and looked at Sarufar with a silent curiosity, and the Orc Overseer looked left and right, and then asked,

"This is a question that satisfies my personal curiosity, a week ago, one of my lost bipedal wyvern scouts intruded into the airspace of Icecrown and accidentally saw... A war, well, a civil war between the Knights of the Black Blade, I'm curious, what's going on? Is there something wrong with the Night's Watch's control over your interior?"

Thassarian was silent for a moment, as if considering whether the question should be answered, but the next moment, a voice sounded in his head, and Thassarian spoke,

It was just a "purification." ”

"Huh, purification? doesn't sound like a word with good intentions. ”

Woking asked, "Who is the purification?"

With the permission of his superiors, Thassarian simply stopped hiding it and told the story as it was, "The Knights of the Black Blade themselves are united by the goal of revenge against Arthas, we don't ask about origin, race, or past, we just move forward for this one goal, and after Arthas's death, this goal disappeared, and the analysis that had been suppressed by hatred before also reappeared." ”

"Some people are reluctant to follow the Night's Watch, some are willing to die in eternal silence, and the conflict naturally erupts, but that is in the past, and now the matter has been resolved. ”

Thassarian briefly stated the ending, "Rest assured, the Night's Watch retains control of the Night's Watch, and the Knights of the Ebon have never been more united. ”

"You killed those who rebelled against Uther?"

Old Fording asked one last question, which Thassarian did not answer, and Kurdila added indifferently, "There can only be one voice within the Night's Watch, and that's it." ”

The Death Knight turned away, leaving a group of bigwigs staring at each other, until a few minutes later, when Mograine resumed talking,

"Anyway, I feel more and more that it was a mistake to let Uther wear that helmet, and he is doing things more and more incomprehensible to me now. ”

Old Fording sat back in his seat and shook his head,

"Don't think about it, Alessandro, the Night's Watch will eventually leave, their justice and evil have nothing to do with us. ”

With that, the old knight turned his head to Sarufar,

"The Overseer, given the fact that we used to fight side by side, there are some things we need to talk about, about the Dragonroar Orcs who have been active in the Twilight Highlands lately, they have seriously threatened the borders of the kingdom of Lordaeron, and the Hammer Dwarves have also been affected to some extent, we are not our respective leaders, but we are the generals in charge of the army, so I want us to talk openly and honestly. ”

Old Fordin's eyes were fixed on Sarufar, as if he didn't want to let go of any of his expressions, and he asked in a low and serious voice,

"I only have one question, do those dragon roar orcs have anything to do with Orgrimmar?"

In the face of this calm gaze, Sarufar moved his body a little uncomfortably, he and Wojin glanced at each other, and Wojin replied,

"Yes, but... Not in our intended way. ”

"Huh?"

"A few days ago, in order to deal with the attack of the undead scourge, we had to take in some dragonthroat orcs who took the initiative to take refuge in us, and they were very cooperative in the war, but after the battle, they caused quite a stir in Orgrimmar, in fact, Chief Thrall has been busy with this matter lately. ”

Wojin played with the white bone rosary in his hand and whispered, "No one wants war, but it's a pity that there are some people in every race who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic, especially the orc clan of the new tribe, after not distinguishing between specific clans, they have actually been a little dissatisfied with the voice of Thrall." ”

Sarufar took over the conversation, the old warrior would rather fight to the death on the battlefield than fight with his comrades who had fought side by side on such occasions, so he summed it up in a way peculiar to orcs.

"We'll take care of everything, but it's going to take time, and... Since the Duke of Bervar is also here, let's just make it clear, Orgrimmar needs to accept the remnants of the Blackstone Orcs in the Swamp of Sorrows, this war has cost everyone too many men, we will try to make sure that those compatriots do not do anything to destroy the peace, and the Alliance camp in the Stonetalon Mountains..."

"Having fought side by side, I personally would like to believe in your commitment... Sarufar. ”

Duke Berval, who was dressed in a ceremonial robe, took a deep breath, and he looked at the orc overseers, "But my country, my king and my people, are most likely unwilling to accept your proposal, the camp in the Stonetalon Mountains, we can no longer expand, this is our bottom line!"

Sarufar was also silent, as Old Fording said, they were only generals, not leaders, and there were some things that would not be useful even if they reached an agreement, so after the atmosphere was silent for several minutes, the dwarven prince, who had been silent, coughed lightly,

"It looks like we're going to have to organize a leadership meeting as soon as possible... If you really want to seek peace. ”