"Honey, it's not your fault, you did your best."

In the endless cold night, in the camp of the Kalimdor coalition army, Ares lay beside Gianna and comforted him softly. However, Gianna still can't seem to come out of the haze of her father's sacrifice. Her eyes became desolate, and in the dancing candlelight, she seemed to see her father again, the bearded, but kind old captain.

Father, that familiar and distant term. Dalin's smile seemed to be right in front of him, but it was elusive. Like the visions she had seen that day, in the mind-controlled images presented by Cthun, she hissed and screamed her father's name, but Daelin had to say goodbye to her for the Orc War and embark on a long journey to Azeroth. The call of the father, the care of the father, seems to be yesterday. However, all is not possible. Nothing can be done all over again. The coffin where his father's body was stored was in the camp, it was a body without a heart, and only the Lich King could resurrect him, but what was the point of such a resurrection? My father's soul is long gone, and all that is left is memories, but the warm memories have become heart-wrenching wounds at the moment.

"Thank you, Ares, my love, for all you have done in the Dark Temple. But...... You know, I can't forgive myself...... If I had woken up earlier, even a few seconds earlier, my father wouldn't have ......."

She choked up...... Ares looked at her, the woman she had guarded for three years, at this moment, she was so fragile and so strong. She was strong, and after her father's death, she resolutely took over the bloody banner and became the leader of Kurtilas. She is fragile, because she is a child who grew up under the care of her father, mentor, and lover, and her age and experience make it impossible for her to take on such a heavy responsibility at this time. In the past, she didn't like politics, and even when Dalin forced her to study, she tried her best to avoid it. And now, she has to face it alone.

This is not something that a girl in her twenties should bear, Ares sighed.

A meteor streaked across the sky. Ares knew that it wasn't the wish-making meteor, it was the meteorite that Azeroth was used to.

That night, Ares fell asleep with Gianna in his arms. It's just that I can no longer feel that warmth, that innocence and splendor. The whisper of the lover in his ear, the warm touch, the familiar temperature, can no longer be felt. In its place, it is cold and estranged. Gianna's self-reproach was like an invisible sharp knife, standing between the two of them. It can't be removed, and it can't be removed.

Two months later, the coalition forces arrived at the alpine fortress, and the tribe left alone, leaving the alliance to hold a heavy funeral here. The embalmed corpse still retains the same appearance as when the admiral died in battle. Gianna walked up to the crematorium alone. Here, she heard the sound of the sea, the favorite sound of her father's life. He said that the sea can exercise a person's endurance and courage, and can also broaden a person's mind. When you stop at the seashore and look at the endless surging ocean, you will find that everything on land is so small. A commander-in-chief, a qualified commander-in-chief, should be a person who can fit the sea in his heart.

At this moment, my father's reverence reverberated in my ears. However, he could never live again.

Perhaps drained from her tears, Gianna stepped onto the platform and, in the cold wind, threw her torch into the fuel-coated pit. Flames rose and wrapped Dai Lin's body in an instant. In the thick flames, Gianna also had to say goodbye to the past.

After cremating Dalin's body, Egwene the Guardian announced his official comeback, assisting Gianna as the leader of Kurtilas.

The news of Gianna's succession as Daelin and her ascension to the queen soon reached the island of Kurtiras. However, problems arose that the nobles of the island of Kurtilas, including the other three families, did not recognize Gianna's status and her inheritance. even accused her of bewitching Dai Lin into ally with the tribes, and then killed her father.

The greed and sin of human nature, in the face of endless accusations and gossip, Gianna almost collapsed. Fortunately, with the help of Ares and Egwene, she was able to get through sleepless nights.

After seeing the true nature of the nobles of Kul Tiras, Gianna resolutely chose to break with them. They are greedy for power, so let them fight each other alone on that island. Two-thirds of the citizens of Kul Tiras have already immigrated to Karimdo. They will live a new life on this continent.

This is what forced Gianna to take over the banner of her father, a land full of dangers, where orcs, minotaurs, trolls, and goblins run rampant, and humanity is vulnerable to renewed threats from the tribe without the protection of a strong leader.

You know, in times of war, the alliance and the tribe were allies, but now, their common enemy, the Angela Zerg, is gone, and without a common enemy, how long can the alliance last? No one will know...... Just like the Lordaeron Alliance back then, in the face of the threat of the common enemy of the orcs, they are an alliance, but once this enemy is lost, the alliance is nothing. Countries are thinking about their own interests. King Jean of Gilneth even withdrew from the alliance in the first place, because he did not want to bear the huge construction and maintenance costs of the orc shelter.

The alliance between the human kingdoms is still like this, not to mention the alliance between tribes and alliances, its fragility can be imagined. Kurtilas is a sea people, and their fleets can easily defeat the Horde, but on land, how can emaciated humans stand against powerful orcs and minotaurs? So, Gianna stepped forward. She must protect the people of this continent, with her spells, with her powerful spells, to protect the citizens of Kul Tiras, and to protect all humans who are willing to come to live on this continent.

So, at the suggestion of Ares, Gianna sent someone to survey the Dust Swamp, and there, built a new fortress, Theramore. This seaside city is a combination of alpine forts and deep-water bays, linking barren land and muddy swamps. As a result, all the south of the Swamp has become the rear of the Alliance, and a triangular Greater Bay Area has been formed, and the territory of the Alliance in Karimdor even exceeds the area of the Thunder Cliff urban agglomeration. Of course, both Ares and Gianna knew that the situation was fragile. Because the number of immigrants in the alliance is not enough, and Kurtilas is not a large country with a large population, even if two-thirds of the people have migrated here, compared to the large population base of the tribe here, the mountain fortress and the Theramore have always been just crumbling lonely boats on the turbulent ocean.