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The aroma of the Demon Emperor Grass and the laughter of the people edify the whole city.

For the prisoner reception and ogre naturalization ceremony, including the subsequent celebration feast, the nobles of Riptide Castle mobilized thousands of people to collect flowers and plants in the wild, in an effort to decorate the entire city, and they did just that.

After nearly two years, the haze of war has finally disappeared, and the northern land has gradually regained its tranquility and vitality.

"Suck ...... Suck ......"

"Ah...... Ahh ”

"Ahem, ahem......" Shedding his armor and putting on his gown, which he had not used for a long time, Sir Lothar sneezed loudly, "Ah, the fragrance of this flower is so strong. ”

Danas, who was also dressed in a gown, was smiling, and was overjoyed to be in his kingdom and about to witness a great event: "It's because the war has gone on for too long, sir, and I'm a little tired of smelling flowers. ”

"Haha, how can this work, you're not married, you can't get used to smelling the 'fragrance of flowers'." Sir Lothar is a rare disrespect for the elderly.

Danas blushed when he heard this, but he was actually in his twenties.

"Ha, let's go, don't make everyone wait."

"Yes, sir."

"Eh, eh, don't be so serious, Danas, relax, today is a day to be happy about, but it's not a war."

More than half an hour later, the prepared ceremony was about to begin. After prior explanations and drills, whether it is the orcs of the Dragonthroat Clan or the ogres of the Mocking Skull Clan, they can basically complete the things that should be done according to the requirements.

In fact, the first half of the ceremony was indeed very smooth, with Sir Lothar giving a speech in his capacity as Generalissimo of the Alliance.

Looking back at the past and mourning the deceased compatriots;

Summarize the present and state the gains and losses of the war;

Looking forward to the future and looking forward to a better tomorrow!

The enthusiasm of the people is beyond imagination!

It wasn't just the subjects of Riptide Castle, the nobles and subjects of the six kingdoms of the northern terran who had the capital and the leisure to come to watch the ceremony, hundreds of dwarves and gnomes, and even five Quirdore.

But then again, Sir Lothar didn't need to prepare any speeches at all, as long as he stood there, without speaking or raising his arms and shouting, the crowd below would involuntarily boil!

And this is precisely the status of a descendant of Soladin the Great, and the prestige that Sir Lothar gained by his unparalleled charisma by traveling across the continent and befriending various clans in the first decades of his life!

In addition, although most of the orcs and ogres do not understand the lingua franca, they can at least stand quietly, which is commendable.

However, the shocking change did happen.

Originally, when the second half of the ritual was completed, Sir Lothar would walk up to the Orcs of the Dragonmaw Clan, receive their audience, and then go through the motions as if to tell them a few precautions about living in the Terran Kingdom, and the process would be completed.

It's just that compared to the Mocking Skull Clan who took the initiative to join, the defeated and captured Dragonthroat Clan was treated a little worse, and their hands were symbolically tied with hemp rope.

But it's precisely those hemp ropes!

It's all hemp rope that has been transfigured!

A burst of light blue light that stunned everyone suddenly flashed and joined together! Then, the orc captives of the Dragonthroat Clan, who had been shunted from Grimbaatar, took on the well-crafted sharp weapons that clearly bore the marks of the Rivendell family's weapons workshop, and charged at Sir Lothar!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

"Protect Sir Protection!"

"Evacuate the civilians first!"

The scene instantly fell into chaos, and the sound of fighting shook the whole city, completely ruining this beautiful morning! The ordinary people, who came to see the ceremony, made up a large proportion of the elderly, women, and children, fled in a hurry, screaming in horror!

The street fighting was extremely fierce, and the two sides had no layout, no effective command, and no offensive and defensive facilities.

In contrast, in the face of this sudden change, in the face of the orcs who were not afraid of death after being controlled, although there were a large number of militia arranged in the city, many officers in the middle and upper echelons of the human race were still wearing ceremonial robes, and the weapons in their hands were some flashy ceremonial swords!

But an even bigger crisis is yet to come!

When the beautiful garden square is full of blood, the three black dragons that have been waiting for each other swoops down from three directions!

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

Hidden in the crowd of fleeing, Victor Nefarios was not distressed at all. The corners of his mouth curled up in an imperceptible arc, and he looked at his experimental bloodline, attacking Anduin Lothar frantically with a way of fighting that ended up in the same end, leaving no room for any room, and feeling both the relief of having completed his father's task, and the perverted satisfaction of creating such a tragedy!

"Huh." A light laugh, no one heard.

For more than an hour and forty minutes, with the help of the great magicians of Dalaran who opened the portal and rushed to support, the scene was finally controlled.

Black smoke rose and the cry was piercing.

Fortunately, the corpses of the three huge black dragons lay on the ground, and all the orcs who dared to hold weapons in their hands had also been ambushed.

"Whew...... ......"Sir Lothar had several wounds on his body, and the pure black silk gown had been turned purple and black from the blood.

"Lord ...... Drink...... Drink...... ...... "Danas, who was holding the enemy of the troll, gasped violently, his bare chest, his gown had long been torn apart from the battle just now, "Sir, how are you?" ”

Danas was concerned and shouted around again, "Pastor! Are there still priests? Come on one! ”

"It doesn't matter, Danas, the battle is over, I'm fine."

Danas let out a sigh of relief, he calmed his heartbeat, and then gritted his teeth and said, "These damned orcs dare to burn the flames of war here, I will never spare them!" ”

"It's so weird." More and more people are gathering around Sir Lothar, waiting for him to take command, "These orc captives have never left the custody of the Hammer allies, and the origin of those weapons is even more doubtful. ”

An officer couldn't help but speak: "Could it be a short ......?"

"Shut up!" Sir Lothar did not let the officer finish.

In the battle just now, the Hammer Dwarves who escorted the captives were helpful, not to mention that there were Fustad's cousins in the city, and no matter what, they couldn't put their doubts in front of the stage.

Annoyed as well, Danas glared at his men and reprimanded loudly, "Which dwarf have you ever seen who can play tricks? Which dwarf has you ever seen who can use Transfiguration? Don't give me back yet! ”

The officer repented and hurriedly retreated half-hunched.

It's just that the seeds of suspicion will inevitably take root and sprout, and everyone can see that this is a naked conspiracy! If there were no internal response and supply, the half-hungry orc captives would not be able to set off such a big storm at all!

"What about the casualties? Is it arranged? Sir Lothar asked, as he made his men around the city.

"Tell the Generalissimo, there are no statistics yet, and the destructive power of the crazy orcs is too powerful! And this is the royal city, and we couldn't stop them from scattering in the first place! ”

Nodding, Sir Lothar expressed his understanding and asked, "What about the Mocking Skull Clan?" Have you already taken them out? ”

"Yes, Generalissimo, they have all been escorted out of the city."

"Hmm."

"Yes...... But, Generalissimo, the ogres have been acting excited, and as a clan they have not helped us in the battle just now! ”

Sir Lothar frowned and shook his head slightly. When something like this happens, he can't make up his mind now, and he doesn't know what kind of attitude to use to deal with the Mocking Skull Clan's ogre, who has just maintained neutrality.

"What about the nobles?"

"It has been concentrated in the royal court, but the situation is not very good, as many as forty-one nobles and their families have been lost and have not been found."

"Alas!"

Sir Lothar sighed heavily, and he felt very uncomfortable when a great event had turned into a tragedy.

After a pause, Ser Lothar turned sideways and patted Danas on the shoulder, saying, "Danas, as a royal child of Riptide Castle, you shouldn't be guarding me every step of the way now. Go, your people need you, they need comfort. ”

"Yes, Sir!"

"Alas!" With another sigh, Sir Lothar turned due south, "Go, go to the royal court." ”

The nobles were agitated and surrounded Sir Lothar layer by layer.

Some of them wept, some appealed, some were angry, some were hateful, and many more were demanding that Sir Lothar investigate the matter and hunt down the culprits, and the target was the dwarves!

This is almost obvious, the Dragonthroat Clan has been imprisoned by the Brute Hammer Dwarves, and they have also been escorted to Riptide Castle by the Brute Hammer Dwarves, and they have never pretended to be others in the process! Now that this kind of incident has happened, the Brute Hammer tribe is naturally the first to bear the brunt and cannot escape the blame!

"Please calm down, and please listen to me." Sir Lothar raised his hands and made a downward motion, and the nobles surrounding him immediately quieted down a lot, "The top priority now is to restore order and stabilize the people's hearts!" As for this attack, all the orcs in the city have been exterminated, and the truth of the truth will be fully investigated in the future, and it will be sure to give an explanation to everyone, to all the people, and to Riptide Castle! ”

"Jazz ......"

"Jazz ......"

"Sir, is this really just an attack?"

"Sir, don't you think this is an assassination against everyone in attendance?"

"Sir, it's a conspiracy!"

"Sir, I beg you to find my daughter, she's only four years old!"

The aristocracy was obviously not so easy to convince, especially those who had not found their families for the time being.

Sir Lothar looked at the faces that were either angry, distorted, scolding, or tearful, and speechless for a while: "Calm down, please calm down, I swear to you in the name of Lothar, I will definitely give you a ...... Uh......"

The strength of his body was suddenly lost, and at this moment, Anduin Lothar closed his eyes and opened them again, he only felt that he could clearly see the faces around him, and saw their mouths open and closed, he should be talking, but why......

Why?

Why can't I hear any sound at all?

"Plop."

Sir Lothar's body fell limply without warning, and even some of the unresponsive nobles were screaming something in righteous indignation.

After a few seconds, the royal garden where the nobles were housed fell silent, and the unexpected situation made them unsusceptible.

And at this moment, a small nobleman, a little nobleman who had come from the eastern Dalon Mill woodlands to pay homage to Riptide, with a blood-dripping dagger in his hand, glanced at everyone with a disdainful grin, and shouted, "Lord Garithers will conquer the world!" ”