Landing from the ship in the Silver Pine Forest, the familiarity of her homeland made Kalia almost cry.

After a few months, she finally returned to this land - the country where she was born.

"Welcome back, Queen Kalia"

Varian, Magni, Soras, Lord Furstad—the leaders of the Coalition stand on the shore to greet her.

Hundreds, thousands of years have passed since the formation of the Alliance, and these races have never been more united.

Perhaps the internal forces of the Human Alliance are complicated, but as long as there are these emperors who are in common suffering, it is impossible for this huge force to decline.

"Your Majesty, welcome back."

Tirio also bowed with Alterac's courtiers.

Kalia looked at them, then looked around at Varian's men.

"I'm back."

She then smiled softly.

Everyone understands the pain she has endured in the past few months, the country is ruined, and she can lead the people to the New World alone to escape the disaster without any elders.

Kalia's smile at the moment made the others feel sad and proud at the same time.

Grew up

The girl in front of her had grown up and was in the same position as everyone else.

No, Kalia's position is more noble than everyone else's.

As the heir of Lordaeron, she will also accept the supremacy of the alliance according to tradition - no king will object.

"It's been a hard journey, come, Kalia, let's go back to the camp first."

Varian stepped forward to invite, but instead of calling the queen this time, he chose a more intimate way to ease the atmosphere.

As a friend, Kalia knew the king's mind well.

"Thanks, Varian."

She agreed with a smile.

The soldiers brought from Kalimdor were received by the Alliance. Kalia was the first to return to the Hillsbrad Hills, with some of her cronies and other kings.

On the way, she learns why Varian and the others greet her.

After destroying the Dreadlord, the Alliance took advantage of the chaos to open the road under the Silver Pine Forest, and at this moment part of the territory was already their territory.

The reason why the outright attack was not carried out was naturally to wait for the return of Lordaeron's true master, Kalia.

The undead are leaderless, and in the eyes of the Alliance, they are like fish on the board, and they are not in a hurry.

"By the way, what about Belluker?"

Varian and Kalia have known each other since childhood, and it is strange that she does not see the figure of her trusted knight.

"He was helping Gianna in Theramore."

Kalia brushed the long ponytail on her head, turned her head and said:

"I'm worried that there will be problems between Admiral Dalin and Gianna, so I'm leaving him there for transfer."

Belluker's ability to do his job is very good. It can even be said that Solan Lian next to Kael'thas is equivalent to Belukel next to Kalia.

"Princess Gianna and Admiral Dalein are both stubborn"

Solas looked surprised, then nodded in admiration:

"But the two of them have very different concepts, and you arranged it very correctly."

The reunion was short-lived, but the leadership qualities that Kalia possessed were already visible.

She grew up fast.

Back at Hillsbrad Hills, the Union hosted a grand welcome banquet.

Lordaeron and the many soldiers left behind by Alterac cheered the return of the queen to heart's content.

Kalia was delighted.

No matter what, familiar land and people are the most valuable assets.

However, for the sake of tomorrow's action, the banquet quickly fell silent after nightfall.

Kalia slept separately from the others—everyone closing their eyes in anticipation.

However, it was not the inside that woke them up again, but a golden arrow that fell from the sky.

"Boom"

"Your Majesty Soras!"

"Hurry, come quickly!"

After the sound that shook the earth. Outside the tent, there was a hustle and bustle.

With a sense of foreboding, Kalia quickly got up and straightened her clothes. But when she stepped out of the tent, she was stunned.

A battered tent fell to the ground, flames blazing around the perimeter.

It was the tent of King Solas of Riptide Castle!

"Giggles"

A faint laugh came from above, and Kalia looked up to see a black silhouette in the distance.

"Enemy!"

She screamed angrily and chased after the paladins on their horses.

"Kalia."

Varian was surprised to find out what she was doing.

"Your Majesty Magni, you and Lord Furstad go to the rescue of Your Majesty Soras, and I will pursue it with Kalia."

He hurriedly said a few words to the two next to him, and followed behind Kalia with his soldiers.

But the Paladin's excellent mobility is far superior to that of the Warrior, and the distance between them is getting farther and farther away.

Kalia carried the Ember Messenger in frantical pursuit. She saw a black shadow falling on a cliff, and hurriedly stopped at the bottom of the cliff with her warhorse.

"Long time no see, Kalia."

Standing on the top of the cliff was the silver-haired Queen, who pulled away the wrath of the stars and pointed at the paladins:

"Don't move, or I'm not sure what will happen."

The Wrath of the Stars glowed blue in the moonlight, but the arrows were brilliant gold.

"Don't move!"

The trembling of the Ember Bringer made Kalia's face change, and with a wave of her hand, she ordered the paladins below to rest still:

"That arrow is dangerous!"

The weapon that can warn the Ember Bringer must be unusual—Kalia is not afraid of close combat. But remote is different.

She could see Sylvanas clearly in the moonlight.

[Is it her?] High Elves? 】

No, this woman doesn't feel the same as before!

"You've become an undead"

Kalia and Sylvanas were not familiar with each other, and her tone became cold.

She was so disgusted with the undead that she rightly listed Sylvanas as her enemy—no matter what race she was alive, the undead were undead. It has nothing to do with anyone else.

"Yes, I'm the undead."

Sylvanas didn't object either. She sneered explicitly:

"So I act as the undead now, Lordaeron belongs to us, and no one wants to take it away."

"Kalia, let's sign a contract, as long as you give up the invasion, we will commit to non-proliferation."

However, this pact will never be fulfilled at any time, and Kalia will not stop her desire to return to the country, especially now.

"I didn't learn how to treat people like this when I made a contract after a sneak attack."

Kalia refused.

As Sylvanas expected, she wasn't annoyed.

"I'm just learning from you."

She turned her head to look behind her, and the king of the Stormwind Kingdom was getting closer.

"Forget it. Anyway, you won't be able to invade anytime soon. ”

Sylvanas glanced at Kalia, turned and jumped into the darkness, then vanished without a trace.

Her purpose wasn't to say anything, she just wanted to see Kalia.

"Is that the human dead at your hands?"

Onexia carried her, covered and flew away from the sky.

Her words caused Sylvanas to be silent for a moment, followed by a soft yes.

In addition to preventing an invasion by the Alliance, there was another reason for this attack - Sylvanas tried to avoid starting a war with Kalia.

In order to protect Lordaeron and Kalia to restore the country, both of them have unchangeable beliefs, and the final result can only bring tragedy.

And that tragedy. Will hurt Kael'thas again

Time changes back to the path of the Black Dragon Princess to become the Mother of Dragons, and the Iron Riders of the Alliance occupy the Silver Pine Forest.

Kalia pressed in with a huge alliance. In the end, Kael'thas had to intervene and protect the East and West Plaguelands for Sylvanas.

However, the battle between the Alliance and the Undead continued to spread over the years, and finally in the moments after Kael'thas left, the decisive battle between the king and the king began.

Kalia fell to the arrows of the wrath of the stars.

"Why are you obsessed with recovering the country?"

Sylvanas stepped on the corpses and came to her to ask why Kalia still refused to give up on her return to the kingdom, when Kael'thas had already made a choice.

"How can you understand that they, my people are crying."

This is the answer of the Knight Queen.

She struggled to her feet, but Sylvanas kicked her down.

"You've lost."

Whether it's from battle or from love, Sylvanas is qualified to say this.

However, it was laughter that answered her.

"No, Sylvanas, I didn't lose"

The holy light that emanated from Kalia for a moment was white and flawless. She looked up at Sylvanas, a smile on her bloodstained face:

"I didn't lose, because I still love him, and this affection is not lost to your dark queen, why can you only use blood to defile that feeling?"

Her words pierced Sylvanas's heart at the time—she had too much blood on her hands.

The anger that swelled up caused Sylvanas to pick up the sword and take the last of Kalia's life.

"Ahem, even if I die, one day"

"Sylvanas will find you again, too. Beat you"

Kalia's last words brought a heavier fate.

The little human girl who fled the battlefield with the Ember Bringer in advance has been resurrected more than a decade later, ruthlessly destroying all enemies until she inherits the throne of the Alliance.

Known to the world as Victoria, the vengeful queen who inherited the way of chivalry.

Even then, Sylvanas had returned to Quel'Thalas. The Avenger refused to give up the pursuit.

The battle between her and the new Queen of Darkness, Pamela, spreads across the world and gradually ferments into Quel'Thalas.

And Kael'thas, who had closed himself since the first Holy War in the Well of Eternity, finally could not continue to bear the heavier and heavier darkness, and started the plan to destroy the world.

Sylvanas didn't do anything.

She watched the end of the world in guilt and agony, and was then killed by her loved ones.

――

Now, Sylvanas understands that her mortal enemy, Kalia, has the right mind.

In order not to fight her again, Sylvanas killed Soras, the king of Riptide Castle.

She understands human nature, and without a king, Arathi will immediately fall into political chaos.

The town of South Seas and Dalaran are gone, and Arathi is the Alliance's largest hinterland on the Northern Continent, and it is turbulent enough to abort any of the Alliance's plans.

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