On the plains of Hillsbrad, Thrall, the Grand Chief of the Tribe, the leader of the Frostwolf Clan, Lord of Hillsbride and King of Alterac, rode a white Frostwolf and watched from afar to the south as the last civilians of the Alliance retreated!

His mood was a little conflicted, because at this time, he was full of worries and hopes for the future of the tribe. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He beckoned his guards and prepared to head north, to the shores of Lake Lodamir to detect information about the undead.

He suddenly saw a black torrent coming towards him from Lordaeron in the north, a team of undead......

Thrall decided to order his personal guard to stay out of the way, and if the undead force was to pursue the retreating civilians of the Alliance, he would do nothing to stop them.

Unexpectedly, the target of the undead army was not the civilians of those alliances, they directly launched an attack, and the target was the orcs.

Soon, the orcs and the army of the undead were entangled!

"Damn it!" Thrall gripped his sword tightly, slashing down the ghouls and undead warriors that rushed at him, one by one.

A loud horn sounded, and then a group of strong orcs rushed forward, it was the warriors of the Gromash and Warsong tribes.

The undead were not numerous, and with the help of the Warsong clan, they quickly repelled their attack.

"Great Chief, it's okay!" Gromash lifted Sal up.

Thrall shook his head, his face became extremely gloomy, why would these undead attack the orcs directly?

Thrall didn't know that the undead were just following Gianna Proudmoor's command to them: "Kill all the orcs!" ”

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In Southsea Town, Gavin Rad, the regent of Lordaeron, is making his final goodbyes to his old friend Heni Mareb!

The stubborn mayor of Southsea Town, no matter how much Gavinrad tried to persuade him, was reluctant to leave his town, and in his words, he wanted to leave a stronghold in the north for the Alliance.

The residents of Nanhai Town, like their mayor, are mostly reluctant to evacuate!

"Good luck, Heni!" Gavin Rad squeezed Mayor Mareb's hand tightly!

"Good luck too, my friend......"

Gavinrad walked to the seashore, there were not many ships in the harbor of Southsea Town, and most of the fleets that had arrived from Stormwind and Kurtilas were already full of fleeing Lordaeron civilians, heading for Stormwind in the south.

Gavinrad was about to find a ship when he heard someone calling him.

"Marshal Gavin Rad...... Oh no, Lord Regent! "It was a middle-aged man with a long beard.

Gavinrad remembered his name, which seemed to be Blackmore, and was originally the administrator of the Orc Asylum at Castle Dunhold...... After the orc rebellion, he came to Lordaeron, won the admiration of Queen Garia, and rose to prominence, and is now the chief guard knight of Her Royal Highness the Queen!

But Gavin Rad doesn't like this kind of person very much.

"What's the matter?" He asked a little coldly.

"There are only a few cargo ships left here, and it's uncomfortable to sit on!" Blackmore smiled flatteringly: "But I have a relatively good dinghy privately, if you don't dislike it, Lord Regent, you can go with me......"

The other party's posture was so low, Gavinrad couldn't refuse, so he had to nod.

He followed Blackmore into his dinghy, which for some reason he always found a little weird...... A young girl suddenly walked up to him, winking at Gavinrad in some fear, as if to prompt him with something.

"Go away, Talesha, go back to your house!" Blackmore angrily pushed the girl away.

"Lord Gavinrad, please come inside!" He turned around and smiled flatteringly at Gavinrad.

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Lordaeron's queen Caria Minechil has arrived at the port of Stormwind with the first fleet.

It was a very foreign city to her.

"Your Royal Highness, follow me, King Varian is waiting for you!" Duke Boval-Fortagan beside him said very respectfully.

"Varian......" in the memory of Caria, who was a somewhat stubborn big boy who had a very good relationship with Arthas...... I didn't expect him to become a king!

I almost forgot that she was also the queen of Lordaeron!

Following in the footsteps of Duke Berval, Galia and her attendants reached the gates of Stormwind Cathedral.

Elegant music began to play, and at the same time the young King Varian-Ureon walked over.

"Miss Galia, I'm sorry about King Terenus and Arthas......" Varian said sincerely.

"Thank you, Varian......" Galia felt an inexplicable sadness at the thought of what had happened to her father and brother, and her eyes moistened slightly.

"You can call Stormwind your home, just as I had called Lordaeron my home all those years ago!" Varian continued: "I will let my wife Tiffin treat you well......"

Only then did she realize that Varian had a beautiful blonde woman next to her.

Tiffin Ureon is a very passionate woman who always has a gentle smile on her face.

She took Queen Lordaeron's hand, "Your Majesty, the weather in Stormwind is much warmer than in the north, so you don't need to wear such a heavy coat anymore; You can also tell me your favorite food and flavors, and I will ask the chefs to prepare them for you; Also, maybe I should tell you about the nobles of Stormwind, for example, this is Countess Presto......"

"Presto?" Looking at the elegant lady on the side, Jialia always felt that this surname was somewhat familiar!

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A small island south of the town of Southsea called "Tol Barad" is the most terrifying prison in the entire Alliance, and it is home to the most dangerous criminals in the Alliance.

From the powerful demons captured by Dalaran, to some terrifying beasts, to some criminally motivated outlaws......

One of them, an old man with gray hair, was a little special among them.

The old man sat quietly by a dark river with heavy shackles on his hands. And a few dozen yards away from him, there was a group of huge spiders drinking water.

The old man didn't seem to care about the seemingly terrifying spiders at all, and the spiders kept looking at the old man from time to time, as if they were afraid of something.

A warden walked in and shouted, "Traitor Fordin, come out!" ”

The old man slowly raised his head, then stood up.

The moment he stood up, the huge spiders scattered and fled.

"Come with me, Warden has recruited you!"

The old man silently followed the warden out of the gloomy prison and walked all the way to the Palatin sentry.

The old man narrowed his eyes as the sun shone across the land, the first time he had seen the sun since he had been sentenced to life imprisonment in Torbarad by King Terenus and Uther for letting go of an orc and refusing to admit his guilt more than a year ago.

"Great Lord!" The warden, Duke Reginald Paladin, walked over and said enthusiastically.

"I'm not a great lord anymore, Baladin, I'm just a prisoner of the Alliance!" The old man replied lightly.

"No......" The warden handed a piece of parchment to the old man's hand, and said very seriously: "Congratulations, great lord, you are free!" ”

"Freedom......" the old man muttered.

It was a pardon decree that was personally signed by the late King Terenus. (To be continued.) )