Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Unification of the Empire (I)

The city that never sleeps, will be illuminated by the light of countless magic lamps of various colors.

Finally, as the first rays of the morning sun were born from the sky, they dimmed one by one.

And to greet this rays of rising sun is a team of mages with more than 10,000 minions and followers, of which the High Elves account for the vast majority.

These pointy-eared vassal forces walked out of the gates of Dalaran in order, and stopped outside the large teleportation array on the outskirts of the city.

After transforming into violet magic, the bald-headed Supreme Councillor, Antonidas, who had completely recovered from his old appearance to his prime-aged appearance, stood respectfully behind the Violet Sage Samast, and said to the elven prince and the red dragon councilor in front of him.

"Your Highness Kael'thas, Your Excellency Crassus, I represent the Council of the Dalaran Kenrito Division."

After almost all human spellcasters have become spellcasters under the violet system, the status of Samast, the only legendary-level violet mage, is completely above all the once famous ** masters, and is the recognized leader and forerunner in the current human spellcaster group.

"I sincerely wish that the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, under the leadership of His Majesty the Sunstrider, will be able to successfully suppress the undead creatures that have turned into corpses."

"The living will triumph, and the arcane will be eternal!"

After speaking, he made a mage salute to the High Elf prince and councilor who had worked with him for many years.

The plague of the undead, which spread in a drastic way, was not expected by the Messiah in Heaven, and it also caused a great disturbance in Quel'Thalas, the kingdom of the High Elves.

Although Silvermoon City had done its best to block most of the inside information on the state of its undead plague, the High Mages of Dalaran who were present could all learn from the edict of "Recall the Outflow High Elf Powerhouse" that His Majesty had spread throughout the alliance through a small teleportation array three days ago; and Kael'thas, who was almost incompatible with them in the battle against the council of the early ** division because of the changes in the arcane system, and now returns to Silvermoon City in a hurry, it should not be easy to see the plague situation that the High Elves are fighting against!

Elven Prince Kael'thas took a deep look, and the large magical city in front of him, which had gradually caught up with Silvermoon City in all aspects in recent years, was Dalaran.

He was once ignorant, but it was in this human-dominated city that he went from youth to maturity, learned political confrontation, and learned to form his own forcesΒ·Β·Β·Β·Β·Β·

"Thank you for your blessings."

With some reluctance, he took off the top-rank Kenrito badge on his chest, which represented the supreme member of the ** Division Council, and solemnly handed it to Antonidas in front of him with both hands.

Then he hugged these colleagues who had fought for the past few years, along with Councillor Crassus, who had also taken off the top-tier Kenrito badge and handed it to the Violet Sage.

It can be regarded as thankful that when they finally evacuated, the mages of the violet system did not fall into the ground.

"The living will triumph, and the arcane will be eternal!"

Then, in the common chant of all the mages, in the dazzling blue space magic light of the large teleportation array, under the leadership of the elven prince and the former supreme councilor, a team of members of the elven forces walked into the magic circle one after another, and completely left the city called Dalaran.

In this way, the greatest force used by the High Elves to influence the human world returned to their own realm.

This "Great Evacuation of Elves", which will be recorded in the annals of future history, will bring Β·Β·Β·Β·Β·Β· to the entire continent and the entire alliance

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"The oldest kingdom of Stormgard (Riptide Castle) and the most powerful kingdom of Lordaeron have all surrendered to Karen's feet."

Unlike Medivan's imagination, Anduin Lothar, who saw the news in the newspaper, was not as shocked as he imagined, but indifferently removed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, picked up the newspaper on the desk, and then sighed slightly.

"I really didn't expect him to be able to do this!"

As the current de facto controller of the entire New Stormwind Kingdom, MI7 had already reported to him that King Terenus of Lordaeron had already submitted to the Holy Arathor Empire yesterday.

The fall of Archbishop Benedictas has left the Pope of the Holy Light Cross in the City of Mercia without any enemies in the realm of ideology and belief in the Alliance.

And the power of the Holy Arathas Empire and the blood of the royal family make it unnecessary and determined for the nobles in the alliance to fight against it.

"Yes, my dear friend!"

"I never imagined that the Arathas Empire would be restored while I was alive, and there was really hope of being able to unify the entire human race again."

Although he didn't see Lothar's shocked expression, it made Medivan a little disappointed.

But now that he had said that, the demigod guardian sat up straight from his half-lying position, looked solemnly into the eyes of the regent in front of him, and asked.

"So, what's next?"

"On one side is Lane's child, and on the other side is your son."

"What do you choose?"

Among the six countries of the entire alliance, although there are only two kingdoms in the Stormgard Kingdom and the Lordaeron Kingdom, they occupy the power of the human race in the alliance that is close to more than 5 layers.

It can be said that the Holy Arathas Empire, which has annexed the entire Lordaeron and Stormgard, has completely surpassed all the remaining human forces of the entire alliance in terms of hard power.

Anduin Lothar stood up and walked to the window of his study.

Outside the window, the evening sunset shrouded the royal city of the new Storm Kingdom in a twilight through the sunset on the horizon.

Medivan sat behind Lothar and looked at the regent, who had been silent for a long time, and could naturally sense the struggle in the heart of the only legendary warrior in the human world at this moment.

"His Royal Highness the Regent, first-level intelligence from Dalaran!"

Suddenly, the door to the study was slammed open by a thief with an MI7 insignia and a high-ranking official rank.

This middle-aged man, wrapped in a nightcoat, is the Supreme Commander of MI7, one of Lothar's hardcore supporters of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, and one of the very few people in the entire New Stormwind Kingdom who has the power to enter and leave Lothar's study without notice.

"After His Majesty Anastarian Sunstrider, the Monarch of Quel'Thalas, announced the 'recall of the Outflow High Elf powerhouse', three hours before today, all of the High Elf mages in Dalaran had been evacuated."

"And after all the High Elves were canonized, an hour ago, at the Council of the Dalaran Kenrito ** Division, His Excellency the Violet Sage Samast had announced on behalf of all the human mages that the Dalaran City-State Alliance would return to the Holy Arathor Empire!"

After he hurriedly finished the latest information, he found the figure of the guardian Medivan in Lothar's office, and hurriedly stroked his chest and saluted him respectfully.

However, the latest information he brought finally made the regent who had been supporting the entire New Stormwind Kingdom strong after the death of his good friend King Ryan change his face in an instant.

The regent hurriedly walked in front of the head of MI7 and looked at the information at a glance.

It took a long time for him to put down the information in his hand, and weakly regained his seat, muttering weakly.

"I, I don't have a choice."

Medivin waved his hand to the MI7 chief in front of him, signaling that he didn't need to be polite, and after he stepped back, he walked to Lothar's side and patted his good friend comfortingly.

"My dear friend, the Stormwind Kingdom depends on you and my struggle."

"You also have to think about the course of history!"

The abrupt turn of the Dalaran city-state alliance has completely transformed the vision of the Holy Araso Empire to unify humanity from "very likely" to "inevitable unity", and the gap between the two concepts is simply huge.

"After all, Varian is your sister's son, and he also has the blood of the royal family of AraΓ§o."

"I'm sure Cullen won't treat his nephew badly!"

Medivan knew that he could only be comforted by this, that the Regent's idea of uniting the six nations of the Alliance against the Holy Arathas Empire in the past had never been realized with the sudden outbreak of the plague of the dead.

The wheel of history is rolling in, and there is no force on this Eastern Kingdom continent that can stop its progress and Β·Β·Β·Β·Β·Β·