(The next three chapters are all for Cuong to play, and they are basically dialogues, so readers who are not interested can fatten up a little and read it again.) Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info forgive me for asking for a few pieces of water, don't give Ah Qiang a chance to play, people's sense of existence is almost gone! ）

Piles of official documents covered the top of Lotherma's desk.

There were so many reports, orders, documents, etc., that he didn't want to sort them out anymore. These documents are all about the short, but brutal war that took place at Quelldanus and the Sunwell. A, the civil war of Quel'Thalas.

Treatment and placement of the wounded, burial of soldiers killed in battle, cleaning of Magister platforms...... There is also information about the Wraith Lands, the movements of the Scourge Legion, as well as various information and actions of the Alliance and the Horde..........

These damn documents have already annoyed Lotherma. However, as regent, he had to deal with these documents. Sometimes, he really misses the days when he was an adjutant, when all he did was think about how to lead his troops into battle and arrange patrol routes.........

As for the copywriting work, it was basically handled by the Ranger General, and sometimes, the mage who joined later would also help with it. But now...... The former became the Banshee King of the Forsaken, while the latter ......

In that battle for the loss of the country, there is a chance that he will be completely lost......

Wow!

Thinking of this, Lotherma threw the document in her hand directly back on the desk and sighed. Close your eyes and lean back in your chair. He couldn't help but feel a wave of exhaustion and frustration.

Maybe... I shouldn't be this regent!

Such a sentence popped into Lotherma's brain, however, reality does not change by personal thoughts. He is now the regent of Quel'Thalas, and so will he be, as for the future? I'm afraid that when he dies, he won't have the day to step down from his heavy responsibilities.

The throne was supposed to go to the royal family, but now ...... The last heir of the Kingdom of Quel'Salas, the last prince of the kingdom of Quel'Salas, which lasted for thousands of years, was buried by him and his people on the Magister platform with his own hands. The prince, tired of running for the sake of his country and his people, eventually fell into the trap of the devil and fell into the trap of the devil under the condition of worrying too much about the whole Sindore.

Not long ago, the prince, who was supposed to inherit the throne, recalled the demon who had destroyed countless worlds to this world at the Sunwell. After paying a heavy price, with the joint assistance of the Alliance and the Horde, the Demon King named Kilgardan was finally expelled from this world.

But Sindore's situation was even more difficult because of this war. The civil war among the clansmen, the severance of the royal bloodline, and other reasons made the Kingdom of Quel'Salas even worse.

At this time, both the Alliance and the Horde planned to make an expedition to Northrend and completely destroy the Lich King. As a member of the tribe, under the pressure of the Banshee King, Lotherma finally had to agree to send an army to the Arctic continent. However, this made Sindore, who was already weak, even more painful.

"I don't think we should send troops to Northrend, Lotherma."

Haduron walked into his office, propped his hands on the table, and said to the tired Regent, "As Romans said, we can't fight a terrible war. ”

"The placement and medical treatment of the wounded, the tribesmen who died in the war have not yet been buried, and the newly formed ranger unit is not yet able to form a combat ......... at all."

"Time, we need enough time to resume the editorial ...... of the army"

"But do we have a solution? Hadurun! Lotherma, who opened her eyes, exclaimed, "........ The tribe has been attacked by the monster of the Lich King, and now they all demand war, war...... Damn war, damn natural disaster..... What can I do? ”

Lotherma stood up and swept the papers on the table to the floor.

"And ...... And," he gasped angrily, "and Sylvanas, who threatened me with troops to evacuate the Wraithlands, are we going to abandon the Wraiths?" ”

"Darkan that traitor has paid the price, and now we can rebuild the Wraith Land by clearing all the undead from the Wraithlands."

"But without the help of the Forsaken's army, how long will it take for us to take full control of the Wraith Lands? And the Zuaman trolls who always come to make trouble, without the army of the Banshee King, what can we do to defend the land of the ghosts, and without it, we can only be trapped on this side of the Eternal Song Forest forever. ”

"Give me at least a year, Theron." Haduron pleaded, "Our army has suffered heavy losses, and the recruits have not had time to be replenished, so give me at least a year to replenish the manpower......"

"But we," Lotherma sat back in her chair dejectedly, "not that time. ”

"The Banshee King, carried away by revenge, gave us an ultimatum the last time he came."

"Either send an army to Northrend, or we'll stand alone in the Wraith Lands against the remnants of the undead at Death Scar........ Choose one of the two........."

"We," said Lotherma wearily, "we don't have a choice! ”

For a moment, the room fell silent, and the two were silent, neither of them spoke.

"Lotherma." Haduron's calm voice broke the silence, and he said with a complicated look at his old friend who was almost crushed in front of him.

"The Far Travelers are ready, and when I came, Lady Liadline asked me to tell the Lord Regent that the Blood Knights were ready to go on the expedition."

"I know, I'll go as planned, and get ready to go to the Undercity." Lotherma waved her hand weakly.

Haduron nodded, and was about to leave.

"Wait, Haduron!" Lotherma stopped Hadurun, who was leaving. "Tell all the soldiers who are going to Northrend...... Protect yourself and your fellow citizens...... I want them, all of them to come back alive, and tell them that this is my commandment, the order of the Regent!" ”

"Yes, Your Excellency!" Haduron saluted Lotherma, then turned and left the room.

Lotherma watched Haduron leave, her mind in turmoil. After a long pause, he regained his gaze on the papers on the table, picked up a document in his hand, and continued his work.

And the first document he picked up was the logistics of the expedition to Northrend, and seeing this, Lotherma felt the urge to tear the paper in his hand to shreds. Taking a deep breath, Lotherma suppressed her impulsive desire, picked up the quill, signed her name on the paper, then took the seal and stamped it.

Bumper Bumper!!

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside, and Lotherma looked up.

"Come in."

One of the guards walked into the office, saluting as Rothmar thought about it.

"Lord Regent, Lord Romans has something to decide, please go."

Puzzled, Lotherma asked, "What is it that he can't decide?" ”

"Magister Darennis and Magister Amineel, stationed in the Wraithlands, have brought back a special 'guest' who is now with Archmage Romans. Lord Romans, I think that only the Lord Regent can decide whether the 'guest' will stay or ......"

"What guest? What is Romance doing? ”

"A Death Knight, Your Excellency." The guard cautiously spoke. "A death knight who claims to be from the Knights of the Black Blade........ And ......"

"And what?" Knights of the Black Blade, Lothema knows the name. The previous battle in the Eastern Plaguelands had spread throughout Azeroth, with the Lich King being repulsed and the Scourge legion defeated in the Eastern Plaguelands. At the same time, under the leadership of High Lord Darien, the Knights of the Ebon broke free from the Lich King's grip, just as they did with the Forsaken.

Although both the Alliance and the Horde have some Blackblade Knights returning, they are few and far between. The vast majority of the Knights had chosen to travel to Northrend with the newly formed Silver Crusade, at least, Quel'Salas had not yet had contact with the Knights of the Razor. The sudden arrival of a Black-Edged Knight caught Lotherma off guard.

“...... Moreover, Lord Romans said that this Black Blade Knight..... It's your old acquaintance. ”

Lotherma asked, "I know who?" ”

The guard replied: "Yes, and ...... This Black Blade Knight, yes, a Sindore. ”

"Sindore?" Lotherma's eyes widened and she looked at the guards in shock. “...... Are you sure? Guardsman! ”

"Yes, Lord Regent."

Lotherma put down the quill in her hand, stood up, and spoke to the guards.

"Lead the way! Guardsman! I'll go over now! ”