When the news reached the capitals of the five remaining human kingdoms, all the kings tightened their heads, and a feeling of bewilderment came over them.

When King Terenus sent out an invitation to deliberate, the reactions of the nations were quite inconsistent.

At first, most of them were in a state of chaos, and few big guys believed that the so-called orcs were coming.

Terenus was the first to be awakened, and then responded to Lothar's call to the Kingdom of Stormgard, where Solas Tolbain organized a force to try to help the dwarves on the other side of the other side when he found out that the dwarves south of the Sador Bridge had evacuated and a whole bunch of greenskins were coming.

It is a pity that this force, consisting of two hundred knights, a thousand professional soldiers and more than three thousand militiamen, was routed in a field battle by the rampaging orc legions not long after crossing the river.

The worst thing is that the rout also attracted orcs, who in turn occupied the bridge.

Wake up to the Speaker Antonidas of the Dalaran Kenrito Council, and the King of the Sea Kingdom of Kurtilas, Daylin Prodmore. The former sent Kaizi to McDonaln to learn about the situation, and the latter was directly involved in the evacuation of the military and civilians from Stormwind.

Without the help of the Third Fleet of Kurtiras, how could the 30 ships in the hands of Mai alone have the ability to evacuate 100,000 soldiers and civilians?

On the big ship, Crown Prince Derek of Kurtiras patted Lothar on the shoulder: "I'm sorry, about the resettlement of refugees, Kurtilas can't help." ”

Lothar hugged the blonde bearded prince: "No, Kul Tiras has done enough. Next, it's a matter for all of humanity. ”

"My father will come to Lordaeron as soon as possible."

Although some of the Storm refugees were stranded on the southern shore of the North Continent, in the town of Southsea in the Hillsbrad Hills, Lothar made a big circle of the fleet and came to the northern coast of McDonald's newly developed.

As soon as they approached, the flotilla also sounded the alarm, because the lookout saw the figure of the greenskin on the shore, only to find out later that it was a false alarm.

A large number of human overseers are urging orc slaves, carrying large rocks, and are building docks at full speed.

This style of painting made Lothar and other remnants of the defeated generals feel quite disobedient.

What can Lothar say? Some of the orc laborers here are especially caught and sold by his subordinates.

In front of you, 18 stone piers, like 18 parallel lines, stretch from the shore to the deep water 100 meters from the shore.

If you look at it from above, you'll see that these piers are like combs, neatly organized.

Even the largest warship with a displacement of 2,000 tons can be easily docked.

The fifteen-meter-wide pier is paved very smoothly, and running carriages is not a problem.

As soon as she disembarked, Lothar couldn't help but wonder if Stormwind's harbor had been better, would more people have been evacuated safely?

Looking at the figure waiting at the docks, Lothar couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in her heart, her old friend Alonthos Fao and a few of his majestic disciples, as well as the Duke of Stratholme, were already waiting.

Lothar patted the little king beside him: "Varian, let's go down, remember, we can't lose the name of the Urian family!" ”

The young prince wiped his red eyes and nodded, "Yes." ”

McDonald looked at Varian, who looked like bean sprouts, and couldn't help but sigh - wouldn't it be better if the Dreadlord came to fool Varian?

Here, Bowal is an old friend, and he officially introduces everyone on both sides.

Anduin Lothar met the rumored Duke of Stratholme for the first time, and despite repeated mental preparations, he felt that McDonald was too young.

Fresh black hair, a fairly handsome face with a somewhat mysterious smile, and a pair of deep black eyes give him a feeling as if his past and future have been seen through.

For some reason, McDonald reminded Lothar of the old Madison.

The key is that McDonald is too thin, visually around 130 pounds, and with his height of more than 1.8 meters, he always feels that a gust of wind can blow it away.

However, the faint overflowing sophisticated and murderous aura let Lothar know that the other party must have seen blood.

Here, McDonald was a little disappointed in Lothar, saying that Lothar's facial features had nothing to say, and the sense of perseverance in the style of knife splitting and axe was very manly, but what did the faint white light above his head mean?

It's really bald for sand sculpture players!?

"Welcome, Your Majesty Wrynn, Commander-in-Chief of Lothar." McDonaln did a great job on the surface, he opened his arms, and of course, he didn't expect the little tile king to pounce.

"Hello, Lord of Stratholme." Varian nodded politely.

"Thank you for your continued support!" Lothar hugged McDonaln warmly.

"Kara!" Don't get me wrong, it's an auditory hallucination. In his embarrassment, the sternum of his fake hunk has been crushed by the muscles of the real hunk.

Release the hug.

Varian looked like he was about to cry at any moment, but he couldn't bear it: "Lord Stratholme, I don't understand the military aspect, I have already entrusted it to Uncle Anduin Lothar." ”

"I understand." McDonald nodded.

Lothar took a deep breath: "I know that the next words are rude, but I am more concerned about how the Stormwind Nation will be resettled, and whether the Six Nations of Humanity are ready for all-out war?" ”

"On the second question, I can only say that Lordaeron's preparations are at most 50 per cent, Dalaran is probably 40 per cent, and the rest of the country is in shambles."

Lothar was bleak, and the ability to mobilize for war in this era was indeed miserable. From the very beginning of asking for help from the Six Kingdoms, to King Terenas finally announcing his preparations for war, it took three months to prepare for war.

Alas!

"As for the first question...... McDonald snapped his fingers, and Baron Serijek next to him suddenly waved his hand. I saw that in the warehouse opposite the dock, a group of cooks pulled out of the cart.

It was topped with mountains of black bread and pots of steaming broth. Vegetable leaves, seaweed, and shredded meat are all spread along the soup.

This easily whetted the appetite of the refugees.

In order to get on board, the soldiers threw away their armor and swords, the people abandoned almost all their belongings, and many people shivered and put on a single coat as soon as the winter began.

These days on the boat, they only get a minimum of water and food.

Now it looks like a bunch of beggars.

When they learned that they could eat and drink as much as they wanted, there was a burst of cheers on the spot.

Two hours later, after more than 60,000 refugees and more than 10,000 soldiers had eaten and drunk, they saw McDonald standing on the high platform.

He was holding a loudspeaker, and it was a sound comparable to that of Daring Roar.

"Friends from the Stormwind Kingdom, I'm sorry to tell you that this is your last free lunch!"

"Ahh There was a commotion on the spot. A large number of people finally quieted down under the shouting and scolding of the soldiers led by Stratholme.

McDonald continued to say loudly: "There is no territory or country in this world that has the ability to raise 100,000 wastes!" ”

Immediately, there was a large number of people who opposed it.

"We're not trash!"

"Give me a sword and I'll kill the orcs!"

No one expected that McDonald pointed at a young man at the front who was only fourteen or five years old at most, and didn't even have much beard: "Then you can prove it to me!" ”

In the next second, one of the attendants threw a sword to the young soldier.

What's even more exaggerated is that within a few strokes, a few wrestlers pulled out an orc who was constantly struggling.

The eyes of the people of the Stormwind Kingdom are red.

"Ahhh

Quite a desperate sword.

But there is a lack of skill!

The sword pierced the opponent's arm, which was lethal, but never fatal.

Seeing that he was about to be hit in the head by the orc's counterattack in the next moment, at this moment, a figure rushed over like lightning, and before everyone could react, they heard a gunshot.

"Bang!"

The orc's head turned into a rotten watermelon, and brains and blood splattered three meters away.

Only then did everyone see that it was McDonalken on the high platform who saved people just now.

McDonald brought the still stunned teenager to the stage, laughed and said loudly:

"Excellent! Very energetic! Boy, what's your name? ”

"Reginald...... Reginald Windsor! The boy said timidly.

"Uh......"

Nima, can I make a future Marshal of the Stormwind Kingdom with a single grab? What kind of luck is this!

By the way, this is different from history, right?

Here, the play still has to be played.

"Excellent! Mr. Wendsol, you have made me feel the unchilled blood in the Stormman's chest. Then I tell you, what will be your fate—"

Everyone couldn't help but prick up their ears.

"No one is going to give food to a bunch of waste infinitely! But you can use your own hands to survive and earn back your own dignity. ”

"The soldiers will help train Lordaeron's comrades to fight the orcs again in the near future and reclaim your home. Men who are unable to go to war become craftsmen, grooms, farmers, and overseers. Women will become armor makers, strong supporters of anything that can make this war finally victorious. ”

"That's right! This is your fate as an Avenger! ”

"Until the day comes when the Storm King's Banner is planted on the head of Stormwind again, do your best! Storm Man! Lordaeron is with you! ”

Looking at McDonalken's raised fist, the defeated army and refugees, who were incitedly excited, waved their arms and screamed.

"Oooo

"Long live the Stormwind Kingdom!"

"Long live the kingdom of Lordaeron!"

……

Listening to the tsunami-like sound of the mountains, Varian showed an envious expression, and Lothar was also in a surging mood.

Only Bolval was stupid—wait! Isn't this McDonald the Duke of Lordaeron? How do you feel like you're meowing like the Storm King?