Division.

Anduin Lothar had thrown away his helmet and pressed his forehead to the scorching earth—praying for the rest of the robes where the bones were buried—the orcs had broken down, and humanity had finally won the war, albeit bloody.

"Let's go." Anduin Lothar rose from the ground and put on his helmet again; Just as the marshal in the prime of life jumped on his horse and looked further south, where his allies awaited his arrival, a group of truly reliable allies.

After more than half an hour of galloping, Anduin Lothar finally saw a large camp in his field of vision—there was a banner and dust, this was the army of the Human Alliance's southern expedition, most of them were composed of the army of the Kingdom of Stormgard, and not long ago, Anduin Lothar was one of the commanders of this army.

Riding his horse and galloping to the front of the camp, Anduin Lothar reined in his horse; The gates of the camp were wide open, and dozens of sentry guards gathered around, nervously raising their spears in their hands—even though the orcs had retreated, the psychological shadow remained on every human warrior, who was always overly nervous.

"I'm Anduin Lothar." Marshal Stormwind jumped off his horse and shouted.

"Sir Lothar." A mighty warrior pushed through the guards and stepped out of the crowd, bowing slightly to Anduin Lothar, "Your Majesty King Soras, Your Majesty King Terenus, His Royal Highness Prince Danas, Archmage Antonidas, and other lords have been waiting for you in the barracks for a long time. ”

"Ricks." Anduin Lothar greeted the human warrior and left his horse.

"Sir Anduin Lothar, please come with me." Ricks didn't say much, but leaned sideways to signal that the camp where the Anduin Lothar military conference was taking place was not far away.

"Varian, come with me; Windsor, Marcus, you take everyone to rest. Anduin Lothar nodded, and turned to the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood who were gradually following behind him.

"Don't worry, Ser Anduin Lothar, my men will arrange for them." Ricks called one of his subordinates and said a few words to him to the effect of arranging a residence for the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood.

These details were not a concern for Anduin Lothar, as the Human Alliance was now strong thanks to the Orc invasion - at least between the kingdoms of Lordaeron, Stormgard, and Stormwind.

Following Anduin Lothar, Varian Ureon was excited; He knew that what awaited him in the camp was a military meeting of all the leaders of the Alliance, which would decide the future military and political movements of the Alliance; In Lordaeron, Anduin Lothar had participated in many such meetings, but for Varian, this was his first - both in recognition of his outstanding performance in the war and in his rise in stature - the orcs had been defeated, the Stormwind Kingdom had been restored, and Varian's coronation was on the agenda.

Anduin Lothar and the others soon came to the largest tent in the camp, where two heavily armed human warriors were guarding the door of the tent—one was wearing silver-white plate armor and a robe with blue trim on a white background, and a blue double-headed eagle emblem embroidered on his chest; The other was dressed in crimson armor with a red background and white trim, and a majestic falcon fluttering its wings on its chest—the presence of the royal guards of Lordaeron and the Riptide Castle palace guards, meant that the two most authoritative kings of the Human Alliance were already in their tents.

King Terenus of the Kingdom of Lordaeron and King Solas of the Kingdom of Stormgard, plus Varian, who is about to ascend to the throne, this military meeting is a veritable meeting of the Three Kings - Anduin Lothar did not know why this thought came to his mind, he nodded to the two human warriors, and then reached out to brush open the heavy roller shutters of the camp tent and burrow into the camp.

The camp is not only open but also exceptionally bright; Aware of this, Varian Wryon looked up at the tent's distant dome—not enclosed, but a glass skylight—a shiny material from the Dwarven kingdom that was highly sought after by the human aristocracy, and which must have been used in a makeshift tent, presumably at the behest of King Solas, who had pursued luxury all his life.

Ricks remained outside the tent, heavy roller blinds falling behind Varian Wryon; The young Prince of Stormwind understood why the Riptide Officer did this—even if he was a prominent member of the Stormgard Kingdom/military and Prince Danas's deputy, Ricks was not qualified to attend such an important meeting—and similarly, if it weren't for the status of the Prince of Stormwind Kingdom, his qualifications would not be enough, even compared to the core members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood like Wendthor and Marcus.

Adoring and longing for such an important military meeting, Wari settled down and looked towards the center of the Great Horde.1 There must have been a very serious atmosphere there.

"Varian! This way, this way! The young prince of Stormwind heard someone calling him.

"Huh? Alsace? Are you here too? "In the middle of the tent sat a huge table, and there were already a number of people sitting at the table, some of whom Varian knew, some of whom he did not; And among them, following the source of the voice, he saw his friend Arthas at a glance.

After not seeing each other for a month, the little prince of Lordaeron seemed to have grown much taller, at least, to the point where a human child should be ten years old, and even had some surplus. Seeing his little friend, Varian excitedly walked over to Arthas.

"yes, Varian, long time no see. How did you get here? Why didn't you act with Prince Danas? My father and I have only just arrived here, and we haven't had time to understand the situation, so what happened? Arthas asked worriedly, beckoning Varian to sit down.

Varian smiled reassuringly, trying to find a seat to sit down; But looking around Alsace—to the right of the little prince of Lordaeron, was the sorrow of Frost sitting clasped by his arm; On the left, the Red Dragon Queen is dancing and chatting, and next to the Red Dragon Queen, Winlessa is listening to Her Excellency boast about what she has seen and heard in the world of Azeroth for tens of thousands of years, while secretly using her afterglow to look at Arthas and Frost Grief that are glued together. Aurelia Windranger, the leader of the High Elf Ranger, sat next to her sister and saw the prince of Stormwind, the elegant lady nodded slightly, but did not speak.

Varian had no choice but to bypass the table, came to Arthas and sat down opposite, and explained: "That's right, while passing through the Red Ridge Mountain, we met some human refugees who survived the orc attack and formed a resistance army. They were so excited about our arrival that Teacher Lothar decided to meet their leader, so Prince Danas and his army came first. ”

"That's right...... Have you met? Arthas nodded—he didn't expect that there were still remnants of the Stormwind Kingdom resisting in the Fallen/Fallen Zone, and Arthas felt a little more relieved - no matter the size of this rebel army, it was always good that someone survived.

"That Mr. Eberlock is a very respectable elder, and he has extraordinary wisdom and courage, and he has protected at least 2,000 innocent refugees in their base. And, and ......" Speaking of which, Varian blushed a little for some reason.

"Well, this Mr. Eberlock is a great man!" Arthas complimented, then felt a little strange about his partner's behavior, "And what? ”

"I didn't ...... It's nothing...?