Putres's experience is actually a microcosm of Lordaeron's life over the years. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The ambition of Terenus, the fall of Arthas, the fanaticism of the Scarlet Crusaders, three whole years of war......

In such a situation, countless innocent people are struggling on the border between life and death - and even after death.

And the people who felt this the most were not the impatient Kael'thas on his face, nor the Khadgar shaking his head and sighing, nor the frowning Sylvanas and the angry King Sarufar, but the expressionless Kalia from beginning to end.

Putress knew he was going to die, so there was no need to lie, so it seemed that Lordaeron's darkness was actually far beyond Kalia's imagination.

Originally, she thought that three years of displacement and the death of the people around her were all brought about by the war, but now it seems that there are still many hidden shadows and unknown darkness.

After telling everything, Putress frantically widened his eyes and stared at these big people with different looks, his mouth grinning exaggeratedly and showing an extremely ironic smile.

"Isn't it great? Hahaha, I know, you want Lordaeron to stop the war - the potential of this land has been drained anyway, and there is no longer a threat. ”

"You will use more peaceful methods to encroach on everything in this land, and continue to seize Lordaeron's resources through trade, treaties, and other means. To this day, I can figure it out that the old bastard of Terenus suddenly killed himself, but none of you here are cleaner than anyone else! ”

"Hahaha, now that Garissus is dead, Gilneth is in chaos, the Scarlet Crusaders are still breathing, and the Eastern Kingdom is finished! What if I die? I'm going to bury the world for me! ”

At this moment, Putress is really crazy......

Too much pain and betrayal had plunged this poor man into despair, he selectively failed to see the warriors who had died for the sake of the world, selectively forgot about the great liberation of Dunhold, and his world was a gloomy place.

Khadgar had the heart to say something, but in view of Putress' painful experience, he sighed helplessly—what position did he have to preach to the poor alchemist?

While everyone was silent, Kalia stood up.

"Are you done?"

"Of course." Putress nodded slightly, "I did what I was supposed to do, and the only regret is that I couldn't solve those fake paladins with my own hands." ”

"Then you're done talking, now it's my turn."

Kalia raised her chin slightly and looked around.

"I, Kalia Minehir, the last member of the Minethil family, have decided to officially succeed to the throne and become the new king of Lordaeron."

Kalia's words didn't cause too many surprises, perhaps the succession of Her Royal Highness the princess to the throne was already the best result for Lordaeron - although her lords may have disobeyed the law, but Lordaeron was at least nominally unified.

"The Minethir family has lived up to Lordaeron's expectations and tarnished their own glory, and I have no face to face my people, so I have decided to grant the Silver Pine Forest to Kyrgyzstan, and allow Stratholme and Andorhar to become independent states, and I will lead all those who desire revenge on the scourge of the undead to join the Forsaken."

Kalia's words shocked everyone present!

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Khadgar directly interrupted Kalia's words, "You're destroying Lordaeron!" ”

"Hasn't Lordaeron been destroyed a long time ago?" Kalia smiled miserably, "What's the point of this nominal unity? ”

"After the nominal reunification, you can take your time!" Khadgar's eyes widened, "What you're doing now is destroying your family!" ”

"But the Lordaerons can't stand the slow." Kalia shook her head slightly, "The open and secret struggle of politics, isn't it the innocent people who are injured?" If the land needs a strong kingdom, then Lordaeron is here - and if Lordaeron brings destruction and suffering, then it should be over. ”

Khadgar tried to persuade him, but Kalia waved his hand and motioned for him to say no more.

"In the underbelly of Lordaeron, there is a small treasure of the Minethil family - only the Mineshir family can take it out, and I hoped to restore the glory of the Minethil family through this money, but now it seems that this money is better used to subsidize the poor people."

"Your Highness Kael'thas, can you please pledge to exchange this wealth for food for those who are truly pitiful? In this case, I can only trust you. ”

In response to Kalia's request, Kael'thas nodded reservedly.

"Thank you, Your Highness Kael'thas so that I have no regrets."

Finally, Kalia looked at Putres.

"You have an elixir here to turn the living into the undead, right?"

With a smile, Kalia drank a strange potion.

……………………

Peace was finally restored to Lordaeron - in a form that no one had imagined.

The mighty Lordaeron was divided into three, the Silverpine Forest was given to Gilneth, Andorhar and Stratholme became a city-state, and the remaining Tirisfal Glades and Hillsbrad Hills became the domain of the Forsaken - the living of this land were given large sums of money to leave here and live elsewhere.

The last member of the Minethil family, Kalia Minethir, also volunteered to become a Forsaken, succeeding Talesa as the leader of all Forsaken who aim to avenge the undead Scourge.

From this day on, Kalia will be crowned king in a different way.

And the Forsaken, under the leadership of their queen, began preparations for the Northern Expedition.

Kalia vows that she will put an end to her brother's mistakes with her own hands.

The Eastern Kingdoms seemed to be much more peaceful—there was no sign of war in the land of Gilneth bent on resolving civil strife, the Forsaken quietly gathering strength, the bloody crusaders dying down, and the city-states of Eastern Lordaeron busy holding elections.

Of course, peace is not so simple, when all the unrest is resolved, when all the dust has settled, the Alliance and the Horde finally begin to wrestle their wrists.

Orgrimmar, the fortress named after the orc's former Grand Chieftain has become a giant powder keg, just a spark away from exploding.

This time, the drunken wind is rare and can't be stopped.

Perhaps now, the Alliance and the Horde really need a place to vent their exuberant energy, and by the way, to determine the new landscape of Azeroth.

By the way, Drunken Wind began to start the flickering journey again.