Countless messages sprung up overnight, all about a country to be established...... Many people talk about the rebuilding of the kingdom of Lordaeron, and some take it for granted, while others express disdain - the fallen country has caused them too much wound that cannot be healed, some wonder where to find a king, and others can't help but laugh at it, there are not many people who have been in the limelight lately and have heavy armies. There are more and more discussions, and people's opinions and positions are varied, but there is no official statement at all, as if Sister Pink Mao is not interested in what they are discussing. They then turned to the discussion of where the new capital would be located...... Of course it can't be Lordaeron, that place has become a ruin, not to mention that there are still a large number of dead people hidden under the ruins, the Scarlet Abbey is too narrow for the capital of a country, the Valley of the Hearth is very suitable, but the Duke of Tyran is still alive...... The only option left seems to be Stratholme, the once-thriving northern city.

Of course, Tyran had heard all kinds of rumors, but when he hesitated to openly support Loria, no one came to talk to him, he just repeated the work of arranging sentry and patrolling around all day, and Stratholme still did not get any reinforcements, but he was effectively out of the siege of the undead.

At first, there were occasional dead people attacking the city on the verge of complete destruction, but after Sister Pink Mao rushed out to practice the knife a few times, she could no longer find half of the moving corpse within a range of two or three miles.

Stratholme has been secured enough - a freshly baked Ember Bringer. Occasionally, she would walk through the square during the day to inspect the repair of the walls, and all eyes could not take away from the sword she had on her back and the crystal embedded in the blade that glowed with a pale white light.

Now that the Battle of Stratholme has been over for more than a month, Tyran is even accustomed to a life where his nerves are no longer tense, the walls have been raised and repaired, and more forts have been set up, and the materials used to build them are mostly cut from other buildings in the city, which look mottled and old, but it is much better than the original dilapidated appearance.

Tyran looked up under the wall for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking, and then rounded the square, which was now full of materials that had been demolished from the city's buildings, and the makeshift ambulance had been withdrawn to the depths of the city, because there were many priests and pharmacists in the army, and the herbs and bandages were obviously not eaten by anyone, and medical care was probably the only thing worthy of praise in this ruined city.

Food is still scarce, and the unimaginably long supply lines simply cannot reach the northern hinterland of the Eastern Plaguelands, and the scarce food that is now scarce is almost always obtained from the Alliance forces through Loria's fascination...... This was also stretched, but fortunately there were no inhabitants in the city, and the Crusaders had long been accustomed to the ration system of not having enough to eat, and Loria never ate any rations, and no one dared to complain.

Tyran wasn't worried about her starvation at all, and just last night he had seen her hiding in a corner and secretly stuffing plague mushrooms into her mouth - he had heard a report from a certain apothecary that the undead plague really had no effect on vampires, and it was better to be cautious about eating plague mushrooms, or even opening a mushroom farm.

Who knows if they will be healed one day, and when that day comes, he doesn't want to become an undead.

After the square, large swaths of houses had been demolished, and the wooden structures had become so vulnerable that they could be demolished with little effort, and the stone foundations that had been left behind were lifted and transported outside the city to erect watchtowers and pillboxes, and even the stone-paved roads had not escaped destruction, and now there was nothing but a mess and uneven earth pits.

But it's also much better than an eerie ghost town with countless dead people.

Further into the city, where the place that was once densely packed with psychic towers has now been demolished into large clearings, and in the distance you can see a forge - where there are dwarves, there must be a forge? Artillery and other dwarf gadgets, with the Ember Messenger sitting here, Stratholme's city defense is no longer the first priority, the city construction and the preparation of the armament for the next war are the first priority, Loria only makes requests, never meddles in the details, and now these things are managed by a dwarf called Slag. Tyran squinted for a moment, and saw several dwarves, but he couldn't figure out which one was slag—in his eyes, the dwarves all looked similar.

Perhaps because of the dwarven relationship with Ironforge, occasionally, dwarven expeditions from the Explorers' Guild would make a long detour to Stratholme to resupply...... It's supplies, and they leave much more than they take away.

There was also a camp outside the city, where griffons and domesticated bats lived, and he wondered why these two very different creatures didn't fight together...... Other than that, there is not much to say about the ruined city of Stratholme.

Sister Loria has the bold idea of helping the orcs destroy an undead camp and get back a cart of ham, but almost everyone (except Alice) is against her plan, she is the leader of a crusader who bravely resists the undead, not a mercenary wandering around - her words and actions are especially important given what she is calculating.

'If you don't help the orcs and the tribes, then I'll go work for the Alliance, and even that ridiculous silver dawn will be no problem.' We needed a lot of food, but also iron, copper, wood and everything you could think of. ’

Loria's words were still in his ears, and Tyran couldn't help but worry, and he felt the last candy cube from his pocket, thinking to himself how the queen of a country could work for another organization in exchange for food, which would make him very embarrassed...... Wait, he stopped, frowning.

Since when did he stop resisting her plans?

……

The axles of the carts were about to be crushed by the laden load, and a whole convoy full of supplies had finally arrived at Stratholme from the Valley of the Hearth after a long journey, escorted by reinforcements, accompanied by a few familiar men, even the girl who was far away in Tirisfa, who cared no longer what their arrival meant, but stared at the carts full of bread and jerky.

Tyran was soon called into a heavily guarded newly restored building, and as soon as he entered, he saw Clement standing beside Loria muttering something, and he knew that this day would come.