"Ricks. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Anduin Lothar greeted the human warrior and left his horse.

"Sir Anduin Lothar, please come with me. Ricks didn't say much, but leaned sideways to signal that the camp where the Anduin Lothar military meeting was taking place was not far away.

"Varian, come with me, Wendthor and Marcus, take everyone to rest. Anduin Lothar nodded, and turned to the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood who were gradually following behind him.

"Don't worry, Sir Anduin Lothar, my men will arrange for them. Ricks called one of his subordinates and said a few words to him to the effect of arranging a residence for the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood.

These details were not for Anduin Lothar to worry about, as the human alliance was now strong thanks to the orc invasion - at least between the kingdoms of Lordaeron, Stormgard, and Stormwind.

Varian Ureon was thrilled to follow Anduin Lothar, knowing that what awaited him in the camp was a military meeting of all the leaders of the alliance that would decide the future military and political movements of the alliance, and that in Lordaeron, Anduin Lothar had participated in many such meetings, but for Varian it was the first time for him - both in recognition of his outstanding performance in the war and in his elevation of status - The Orcs have retreated, the Stormwind Kingdom has been restored, and Varian's coronation is on the agenda.

Anduin Lothar and the others soon arrived at the largest tent in the camp, where two heavily armed human warriors were guarding the door of the tent - one in silver-white plate armor with a blue-trimmed robe on a white background and a blue double-headed eagle emblem embroidered on his chest, and the other in a crimson armor with a white robe on a red background, and a majestic falcon fluttering its wings on its chest The presence of these two warriors from the Royal Guard of Lordaeron and the Castle of Riptide is already in their tents.

King Terenus of the Kingdom of Lordaeron and King Solas of the Kingdom of Stormgard, plus Varian, who is about to ascend the throne, this military meeting is a veritable meeting of the Three Kings - Anduin Lothar did not know why this thought came to his mind, he nodded to the two human warriors, and then reached out to brush the heavy curtain of the camp and burrowed into the camp.

Aware of the spaciousness of the camp and its brightness, Varian Ureon looked up at the dome far away from the tent - it was not enclosed, but a glass skylight - a shiny material produced by the dwarven kingdom and highly sought after by the human aristocracy, which was expensive to use, and which must have been used in a makeshift camp, presumably at the behest of King Soras, after all, luxury was one of his lifelong pursuits.

Ricks remained outside the tent, heavy curtains falling behind Varian Wrynn, and the young Prince of Stormwind understood why the Riptide Officer was doing this—even if he was a prominent member of the Stormgard Kingdom/military and Prince Danas's deputy, Ricks was not qualified to attend such an important meeting—and likewise, if it weren't for his status as Prince of Stormwind, he would not have enough qualifications, even less than the core members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood like Wendthor and Marcus.

Adoring and longing for such an important military meeting, Wari settled down and looked towards the center of the Great Horde.1 There must have been a very serious atmosphere there, right?

"Varian, this way!" the young prince of Stormwind heard someone calling him.

"Well, Arthas, you're here too?" In the middle of the tent sat a huge table, at which there were already a number of people, some of whom Varian knew, some of whom he did not, and among them, following the source of the voice, he saw his friend Arthas at a glance.

After not seeing each other for a month, the little prince of Lordaeron seemed to have grown much taller, at least, to the point where a human child should be ten years old, and even had some surplus. Seeing his little friend, Varian excitedly walked over to Arthas.

"yes, Varian, long time no see. Why didn't you get here?Why didn't you go with Prince Danas?My father and I have only just arrived here, and we haven't had time to find out what happened?" Arthas asked worriedly, beckoning Varian to sit down.

Varian smiled reassuringly, trying to find a seat to sit down, but looked around Arthas—to the right of the little prince of Lordaeron was Frost Sorrow, who sat clasping his arms, and to the left, the Red Dragon Queen, who was dancing and chatting, and beside the Red Dragon Queen, Winlesa was listening to Her Excellency boast about what she had seen and heard in the world of Azeroth for tens of thousands of years, while secretly glancing at Arthas and Frost Sorrow clinging together. Aurelia Windranger, the leader of the High Elf Ranger, sat next to her sister and saw the prince of Stormwind, the elegant lady nodded slightly, but did not speak.

Varian had no choice but to bypass the table, came to Arthas and sat down opposite, and explained: "That's right, while passing through the Red Ridge Mountain, we met some human refugees who survived the orc attack and formed a resistance army. They were so excited about our arrival that Teacher Lothar decided to meet their leader, so Prince Danas and his army came first. ”

"That's right...... Have you met, then?" Arthas nodded—he didn't expect that there were still remnants of the Stormwind Kingdom resisting in the Fall/Fall Zone, and Arthas felt a little more relieved - no matter the size of this rebel army, it's always good that someone survives.

"That Mr. Eberlock is a very respectable elder, and he has extraordinary wisdom and courage, and he has protected at least 2,000 innocent refugees in their base. And, and ......" Speaking of which, Varian blushed a little for some reason.

"Well, what a great man this Mr. Eberlock!" Alsace complimented, and then felt a little strange at his companion's behavior, "and what?"

"I didn't ...... It's nothing...... Nothing. Varian shook his head sharply, digressing the subject.

"Everyone is here, right?" At this moment, an old man in a plain white linen robe stood up from his seat and gently knocked the table with his hand, attracting everyone's attention.