Sweltering summer, sultry Lordaeron. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Since the birth of the Scourge of the Dead, the war here has been going on for three full years.

If in the beginning, it was a just battle to expel the undead, then later, the war has become a war of ambition.

Whether it is the Scarlet Crusaders or Gilneis, their reasons for fighting can no longer be called justice.

And now, the battle has taken a turn.

Kyrgyzstan caught fire in its backyard and withdrew from the race.

Then the Scarlet Crusaders showed their fatigue and retreated.

The Lordaeron People's Self-Defense Forces (EPS) won the final victory.

The Marshal Garethus was overly harsh on the aliens, but it was perhaps a truly good outcome for the natives of Lordaeron.

Perhaps, now that Garysses has to face the problem, there is only one Stratholme left.

While all the forces were speculating about Garissus' choice, the wise and powerful commander used the method of making a big news to once again declare himself the chosen one.

Garishers announced that he had found the only living member of the Minehir family, Kalia Minethir, daughter of Terenus Minehir and sister of Arthas Minehir.

Moreover, Garissus also announced that he is about to marry the princess of Lordaeron!

After getting the news, all the forces had to admit that it looked like the chaos in Lordaeron was coming to an end.

This time, Garissus has the hearts of the people, prestige, military power, and now even a name!

In terms of royal succession, if the daughter is unwilling to ascend the throne to become the queen, and the son-in-law is willing, then the son-in-law will inherit the same order as the daughter.

And Kalia Minethil is the last member of the Minethil family!

Once Garithers really marries Kalia, then the chaos in Lordaeron will really be over, and there will be no excuse for any more forces to play their own small calculations.

The news of the wedding has been spread, and the simple invitations have been placed on the desks of various forces, without gilded words, without ornate decorations, it is such an ordinary invitation.

The peace of Lordaeron came so suddenly that most of the forces sent special emissaries to attend the wedding, and even Thrall told King Sarufar to go to Lordaeron with gifts to offer his tribal blessings - of course, this was also to ease the tension between the tribes and the alliance because of the Orgrimmar fortress.

As for the Alliance, Varian personally ordered Khadgar to bring Sylvanas to the ceremony, and to find out what Garithar had to say about Lordaeron's return to the Alliance. Well, it looks like Varian is still worried about Khadgar's singleness......

And Drunken Wind was also surprised by the luck of the commander, although he instinctively felt that it was not so simple, but after all, Lordaeron's peace was Drunkard's hope, maybe Gallesus had used some not-so-clean means, but it didn't matter anymore - at least Lordaeron's war was over.

Although many of the calculations of Drunken Wind and Fao have failed, it doesn't matter, the current situation is also within the acceptable range.

After thinking about it carefully, in addition to asking Kael'thas to attend the table on behalf of the oath, Drunken Wind also decided to go and see it for himself.

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This summer, Lordaeron ushered in a rare peace.

The ruined royal city of Lordaeron was re-cleaned, and the people of Lordaeron who survived the catastrophe took out the last treasures and hung lanterns to celebrate the grand wedding.

Kalia quietly groomed herself—there was not even a maid in the great palace of Lordaeron now.

For Kalia, though, that doesn't matter anymore.

Sadly, in Azeroth, without a certain strength, there is no right to speak - Kalia, who was still a little Lori, was almost sold as a political bargaining chip to Duke Presto (the embodiment of Deathwing), and now, the princess has to marry Garissus.

Is it really a love affair?

It's hard to say.

Gallisus himself is intrigued by Kalia, a true blonde beauty who has inherited the best genes from the Minerhil family, and Kalia is the best choice for his wife in every way.

But Calia had no love for the marshal - in a sense, the Duke of Presto had made too much of an impression on Calia, and for so many years she had longed for that kind of charm in her gestures.

And this, Gallissus, who is like an upstart, is completely unable to do it.

Deathwing's humanoid form is good at low-key pretenses, while Garissus only swaggers high-profilely.

But what can this be?

Kalia was willing to marry the nouveau riche - who gave her the surname Minahir? Isn't it good that the sins of my father and my brother have ended in my own place?

Moreover, the Garissians are not bad, and they also saved Kalia in a critical moment, maybe this pair is also logical!

Looking at herself in the mirror, Kalia smiled strongly.

After three years of exile, she was no longer the little girl who had sheltered under her father's wing—countless loyal warriors had fallen in pools of blood to protect her.

Kalia has cried, shouted, and despaired, and after three years of hard work, Kalia is now not going to make decisions because of simple love or disgust.

It's Minerhil on his shoulders, it's Lordaeron!

Presto is a thing of the past, and it was just a little girl's dream. Now, Kalia combed her hair in a bun with her own hands, and then proudly raised her chin slightly, and on her snow-white neck, the heirloom necklace of the Minahir family was shining brightly!

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A simple and grand wedding is about to open, bright or dark, and countless people's eyes are fixed on Lordaeron.

The humble wedding didn't have too many seats, and the drunken wind that slipped over quietly wore cloaks and crowded into the crowd.

Kael'thas, Khadgar, Sylvanas, Taresha, King Sarufar.

It's really rare for so many big people to sit together.

And Zuifeng believes that there must be many people in the crowd who want to be like themselves and don't want to show their faces.

Lordaeron's bell rang again—three years earlier, in the bell Alsace had killed his father, and the Scourge of the Dead had struck a terrible tragedy; Three years later, in the sound of déjà vu, this sad story finally came to an end.

This war without heroes has finally come to an end.

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Is Valentine's Day today? Coincidentally, it happened to be a wedding!