All to Tirio? Fordin's speech was met with applause, and they felt that was what they wanted—what could be more exciting than defeating the Scourge and driving them out of the Western Plaguelands?

"Fate has brought us together to take revenge on the Scourge to make amends!" Old Norman nodded approvingly, and after dying once, the old man became more and more convinced of the guidance of fate.

"So, does the Dark Lady have anything to say about our alliance?" Tirio cautiously probed. Although he hated hypocritical politics, as a leader and an archon, Tirio had to convince himself that the help of the Forsaken was not gratuitous, even if they were eager for revenge, it was almost inevitable to take the opportunity to make some claims, and Tirio was ready to pay the price.

The hall fell silent, and everyone knew that the talks had entered the stage of substantive bargaining, and even if the alliance was the common goal of both sides and the general trend, it was also one of the goals of the talks to strive for more benefits for their own side.

"I believe that the ultimate goal of our campaign is not only Andohar, but also the Psychic Academy." Old Norman spoke slowly, speaking very slowly, as if he was thinking as he spoke.

"Yes, the ultimate goal of our campaign is to recover the entire Western Plague Land!" Tirio replied bluntly. He knows that for allies who are working with each other for the first time, an unreserved attitude is a must, and this is the basis of cooperation.

"Then, after the victory, we hope to leave the island of Keldaron and the psychic academy beneath it in the hands of the Forsaken." Old Norman still said slowly. He said nonchalantly, as if he was just talking about what to eat for dinner today, but the human commander was not at all deceived by his tone.

Tirio didn't answer immediately, his mind racing as he guessed what the Forsaken wanted. Truth be told, the location of Keldaron Island wasn't that important, the peninsula was far from the main road that ran through Lordaeron, and it didn't have anything special to offer, except that it was surrounded by water on three sides and had a pleasant view, and that after the pollution of Lake Daron Mill to a disgusting jaundice color, the scenery here was nothing to praise anymore. Could it be that what the Forsaken really want is the legacy left behind by the destruction of the Psychic Academy?

"I disagree!" Before he could think about the result, a voice suddenly rang out. The crowd followed the prestige and saw the dwarf Brian? Brass was glaring at old Norman with a flushed face.

"Why?" Old Norman asked in surprise.

"The southern tip of Keldaron Island is the Poison Mist Canyon, and the Brute Hammer Clan doesn't want Hinterland's exit to the Western Plaguelands to be controlled by someone else!" The dwarf said forcefully. He wasn't against Silver Dawn aligning himself with the Forsaken, nor was he hostile to the latter, but the location of the Poison Mist Canyon was too important for them to allow other forces to control their lifeline.

In fact, for the Brutehammer Dwarves living in the Hinterland region, the Poison Mist Gorge was the only way to traverse the long mountain range that runs between Hinterland and the Western Plaguelands, and the Brute Hammer Dwarves had been trading through the Poison Mist Gorge and Andohal, the granary of the north, to buy food until the Scourge invaded. Although this trade route has been cut off after the destruction of the kingdom, now that Silver Dawn is about to reclaim the Western Plague Lands, Andohar will surely regain its status as a center of food production, and this trade route will definitely be restored in the future, in such a situation, how can the Brute Hammer Clan allow the Forsaken to control its exit?

"In what name did you make such a request? You must know that the island of Keldaron has been the territory of the kingdom of Lordaeron since ancient times, and you do not have any right to dictate to other people's lands. Old Norman retorted unceremoniously.

"No, I do, as allies, the dwarves have the right to express their position on the issue of the management of the lands near the border between the two sides!" The dwarf replied with a sense of confidence.

"Are you sure?" Old Norman said in surprise. To be honest, he was just an innkeeper during his lifetime, and due to his limited vision, he was not familiar with the political landscape of the Eastern Kingdom, and the short period of more than a month that he became a close confidant of Sylvanas was not enough to comprehensively improve his political sensitivity and judgment. In fact, Sylvanas sent him to lead the team here more because of his loyalty and good relationship with Diego, and not because of his outstanding political skills.

"Of course, the alliance between the dwarves and the kingdom of Lordaeron was established during the Second Orc War, and the hero of the Brute Hammer Clan, Kudran, even followed Tulayan into the Dark Gate. At the beginning of the Scourge War, we sent our best dwarven musketeers to support our allies, but the kingdom of Lordaeron fell so quickly that it was destroyed overnight. Now that the Silver Dawn represents the remnants of Lordaeron in need of assistance, we will fulfill our obligations under the Holy Covenant! Brian replied in a dignified manner. All he said was irrefutable facts, and the members of the Silver Dawn in the audience nodded in agreement, as allies, the loyalty of the dwarves was indeed unquestionable.

"But I don't see any other dwarves present besides you!"

"No, you'll see, when Andohar is recovered and the passage to Hinterland is opened, I will personally go to Eagle's Nest Mountain to persuade the Brute Hammer Clan to send an army," Brian took off his helmet and looked at everyone present proudly, "I'm Brian?" Brass beard, Madolan? Son of Brass Whiskers, Prince of Ironforge and founder of the Explorers' Guild, I swear by my beard that you will see the entire Dwarven Legion at the southern tip of Keldaron Island before the battle for the Claric Academy begins! ”

Loud applause rang out again, Brian? Copperbeard's great fame is the best guarantee of his oath, no one doubts that he will do something to damage his reputation, since he said that the Hammer Dwarves will come, then the Hammer Dwarves will definitely come!

"Is that you, old man? When you named it in the Farm of Galorne, I thought it was a dwarf with the same name as you, "Tirio? Fording cried out in surprise, he turned his head and looked at the dwarf's face carefully, but to be honest, he couldn't tell who this face was that was half covered by a tomped beard, "Brian, back then your beard wasn't as thick as it is now!" ”

Is it no wonder that Tirio, even though he had fought Brian throughout the Second Orc War? Copperbeard fought side by side from Lordaeron to the Dark Gate, but for a human, it was really no easier to distinguish one of them from a crowd of redbeard, blackbeard, graybeard, brownbeard, golden beard, long braid beard, and explosive beard than to pick out a grain of gold dust from a pile of sand, especially after so many years, the years had brought him so many changes, and his entire face was almost completely surrounded by thick beards.

"Well, Tirio, please understand that I didn't tell you who I was before," the dwarf said shyly, and as he said that, he turned his head and glared at old Norman again, who was full of inexplicability, "After all, he was caught doing his work. Body plague. Experimentation is not something to brag about. ”

There was an uproar in the living room. The members of the Silver Dawn were furious, but even among the Forsaken, it was inconceivable that not everyone was aware of the shady nature of the Alchemy Chambers of the Undercity.

"I must say that it was the apothecaries who did it, and they were all executed by Her Majesty for betraying the Undercity." Old Norman quickly explained, "Here, I must apologize once again for what happened to Lord Copperbeard, and I hope this incident will not affect the friendship between the Forsaken and the Dwarves. ”

Brian snorted, noncommittal, it was true that he had always been bitter about what had happened to him in the Undercity, but that resentment had not yet risen to the level of hostility, especially as the Forsaken lowered their heads and apologized repeatedly. But after he stirred it up like this, the forsaken who were ashamed really couldn't get any more entangled in the issue of ownership of Keldaron Island.

The atmosphere in the hall became awkward. The Forsaken's first request was ruthlessly rejected, and it really didn't look like a sincere, harmonious meeting. In the end, it was the old Norman who broke the deadlock, he was not a seasoned politician, but it was precisely because of this insophistication that he had so many scruples, and his status as a living dead made him less worldly constraints.

"Since we can't get Keldaron, let's settle for the next best thing and give us the Ridge of Remorse, where the rich power of death will help nourish and repair our broken bodies!" He still said in a nonchalant tone, but no one thought he didn't care about what he asked.

"No, that can't be! It's the public cemetery of Andorhar, and we can't let you desecrate the bodies of the dead, "This time it's Tyran?" Fording roared angrily, "Your actions are no different from the Scourge Legion! ”

"Are you sure there's a corpse in there that hasn't been awakened?" A Forsaken officer sitting across from Tyran asked coldly, Diego remembered that Old Norman had just introduced his name, Lenid? Barsarome, one of the three Forsaken Legions, "No cemetery will be preserved wherever the Scourge passes, and trust me, they will not spare any graves, all the corpses will be resurrected and join them, even if they are so broken that they cannot be resurrected, they have a way to use them, from ammunition for meat grinders to food for ghouls, they can also use them as raw materials for abomination." ”

"And unlike the Scourge Legion, each of our members is naturally awakened, and we never use spiritism to revive the dead, because no one knows better than us how painful it is to wake up from an eternal sleep and live in the gap between life and death!" Old Norman said in a sad tone.

"Yes, it is, I can prove it!" Diego nodded in agreement. Before Sylvanas was helped by Vargri, who had the ability to conjure, the Forsaken were mostly members of the Scourge who had broken free from the Lich King's control, and only a few were unexpectedly resurrected dead, although some members of the Royal Apothecary tried to resurrect the dead with plague potions, but the results were not very good, and most of the dead who woke up were unconscious walking dead.

"That's not going to work, the Ridge of Remorse is buried with Uther, the Lightbringer, and for the followers of the Holy Light, this land is the holy land in our hearts!" Tyran stubbornly insisted, "Even though years have passed, there are still young paladins who have come here to seek his guidance!" ”

As the first paladin, Uther, the leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand, was undoubtedly outstanding and great in his contribution to the Second Orc War, but after the outbreak of the Scourge War, his glorious life trajectory ended with the murder of his most beloved student, Prince Arthas. On his deathbed, he not only regretted raising a gravedigger of the kingdom of Lordaeron, but also hated his own powerlessness. The surviving members of the Silver Hand buried him south of Andorhar and named the location of his grave Ridge of Remorse.

But worthy of his title of Lightbringer, even in the darkest years of the Plaguelands, there was still a light shining in front of the tomb of the most pious paladin, ensuring that his body would not be desecrated by evil. Ever since Uther was buried here, it has been a sacred place for young priests and paladins to pay homage and seek guidance. In fact, many devout followers of the Light believe that this hero should be among the saints, and they even privately refer to him by the holy name "Lightbringer".

"That seems to be a good enough reason, well, let's give up Remorse Ridge," Old Norman, who was rejected again, was not angry, he spread his hands and threw the question to Tirio on the other side, "This war between us and the Scourge Legion can't end in a few days, either you die or I die, this war can't end unless one side completely falls, and before that, we need to have a solid forward base in the Western Plaguelands, not a cramped makeshift camp like the one we have now, Rather, it is a well-equipped base with dark altars, psychic towers, crypts, graveyards, and burial places for the undead to shelter, nourish, and repair. With it, we can avoid having to travel long distances from the Undercity in every battle, arriving on the battlefield exhausted and not able to exert much combat power at all. ”

Across from him, Tirio? Fording felt a little torn between what old Norman said was very reasonable, but in his heart, he was unwilling to cede any piece of land of the Western Plague to the Forsaken, because it gave him a feeling of rejecting wolves at the front door and tigers at the back door, who could guarantee that after the war was over, the Forsaken would honestly return the land to Silver Dawn? But on the other hand, in order to defeat the Scourge Legion, the greatest enemy of the moment, and to get the help of the Forsaken, it is necessary and tolerable to pay a certain price. So, the question now is: where else, where can I find a piece of land for the Forsaken to build a forward base?

Not in Andorhar, because after the reconquest of the Western Plaguelands, most of the refugees were to return to settle here; Neither will the farms around Andorhar, as these fertile fields will be a food guarantee for post-war reconstruction; This is even worse in Hearthvale, where the human inhabitants will never agree to mingle with the undead, which is terrifying; As for Silver Dawn's secret camp near the Soridor River, the small valley was too small to fit three legions......

Tirio went through all the places to choose from, but found that Regret Ridge was almost the best choice, the vast cemetery was not strategic, and the tombs inside. The cave has also been dug up by the Scourge Legion, there is nothing to commemorate, the only obstacle is the tomb of the Lightbringer, thinking of this, Tirio shook his head helplessly, this reason is more veto than any reason, even he himself, will not agree to offend the old friend's sleep.

"Perhaps, we can divide the Ridge of Remorse into two parts, the part west of the line from Andorhar to the Tomb of the Lightbringer to the Forsaken, and the rest of the tomb, including the Mausoleum, still managed by Silver Dawn, wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?" Just when everyone was at a loss, Diego suddenly spoke.

In the hall, everyone's eyes lit up all at once.