The most powerful demigod guardian of the human race has fallen, hundreds of thousands of elite armies of the Stormwind Kingdom have been wiped out overnight, and more than double-digit silver hero-level powerhouses have fled in all directions.

Under the previous call of Medivan, reinforcements from major forces and races handed over the information of these invading orcs of the Azeroth tribe to the real rulers, the vast number of orcs and the countless terrifying powerhouses among them, as well as the enslavement and torture of the civilians of the Stormwind Kingdom by these invaders, undoubtedly shocked the leaders of all the powerful races on the continent of the Eastern Kingdom, unimaginable!

Even the High Elves, who were known for their arrogance and stubbornness among these powerful forces, after clearly understanding the atrocities of the orcs of the tribe, did not think that the orcs with such great power would let go of their pointed ears alone after destroying the humans and dwarves in their way.

In the original history, if the real information of the orcs of the frontline tribe was not known, they could still watch from the sidelines.

But now, hehe, the High Elves are just arrogant, and these pointy ears who have lived for hundreds of thousands of years are not pure S*Bs.

For a while, the upper part of the eastern continent north of the Stormwind Kingdom, as if 2,800 years ago during the fight against the troll Amani Empire, the scene of unity was about to reappear from history, and the messengers of the High Elves and Dwarves had already arrived at the royal city of Lordaeron one step ahead, and the formation of the "Alliance" seemed to be unstoppable.

It was also in this context that the plea of Lothar Anduin, the regent of the Stormwind Kingdom, was approved by the major forces as soon as possible, and they all sent their own idle ocean ships······

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"Wow!" "Wow!" "Wow!"

Wave after wave crashed against the walls of the twelve sailing ships three hundred and sixty feet long and sixty feet wide docked in the harbor of Storm King, splashing countless splashes.

These "Prod-class" classical sailing ships, with a displacement of more than 1,500 tons, are the most powerful transport ships in the naval fleet from the Kingdom of Kutilas, one of the Seven Kingdoms of Mankind, under the protection of Lord Daerin Prodmore.

It was also with these behemoths as the main force that the Storm Kingdom was able to migrate nearly 20 people to the other side of the Eastern Kingdom continent in half a month.

"Your Royal Highness the Regent, the last batch of officials, nobles and supplies of the royal city have been shipped."

Lothar's lieutenant, Viscount Matos, a nobleman of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, walked out of the harbor from the warehouse of the "Prode-class" classical sailing ship, and after stroking his chest beside Anduin Lothar, he whispered.

"Please come aboard!"

Not far from him, more than a dozen mages from the Dalaran Kingdom dismantled and recovered the device that towered around the harbor that kept the magic of the wind barrier.

These magical defense devices, which were originally used as the walls of Storm King City, have been used to support a layer of wind elemental magic barrier in the past half a month, isolating the countless panicked poor people who originally heard about the invasion of the orc army outside the port and wanted to pour into the barrier, trying to catch these "arks of salvation".

However, today, it was deserted outside the wind elemental magic barrier, and there was no previous crowded chaos and miserable scene.

The civilians of the Stormwind Kingdom seemed to recognize the cold-bloodedness of the officials and nobles of the kingdom, and their despair disappeared.

"Matos, you say."

"Will I still be able to see my children?"

In the eyes of Viscount Matos, Lothar's back at this time was a little inexplicably gloomy.

"Your Excellency, didn't he get on board?"

As one of the very few people in the kingdom who knew that Karen was Lothar's own son, Viscount's eyes were full of shock at the moment.

"yes!"

"He's not like me, the runaway coward, he wants to save these people we have abandoned."

There was a hint of sadness and a hint of pride in Lothar's words, and in front of his eyes, it seemed that the scene of the previous night when he forced Karen to forcibly board the ship.

"Father, I'm not like you!"

"I am the holy warrior of Yahweh, the benevolent Heavenly Father, and my veins have in my veins the mission of protecting the human race since the Emperor Arathas the Great 2,800 years ago!"

Anduin Lothar may never forget it in his life, and when Cullen roared at himself, the sword behind him suddenly flashed with a powerful golden holy light.

At that moment, Lothar finally recognized the real body of the longsword behind the Karen, which he felt familiar with, which was the sword of the greatest emperor in human history, "Arathso the Great", which he had only seen in family portraits when he was a child, - Sdomka!

When the long sword of the ancestor echoed the words of his descendants, Lothar finally fell silent at that moment.

If it weren't for his sister, for the continuation of his good friends' descendants, if he was only alone, he might have made the same move as Karen!

"Your Highness······"

Lothar's words silenced Viscount Matos as well, abandoning his people and leaving alone to hide from a powerful enemy, which in any way could not be called the duty that a true noble knight should follow!

opened his mouth, Viscount Matos, who was born as a military nobleman, still didn't speak after all, he was not one of those politicians and aristocrats who were free from the court and had no manners, and he didn't know how to dissuade Lothar.

"Let's go! My brother. ”

"There's a whole bunch of things to do in Lorena, let's decide!"

After half a ring, it was Lothar who came back to his senses in advance, cheered up, and said to the viscount beside him.

Then he turned around and walked into the cabin with the viscount.

Accompanied by the sound of the long sails of the huge "Prod-class" classical sailing ships being lowered by the sailors one by one, the last group of the evacuated fleet of the Storm Kingdom was in the "Wow! "Wow!" In the sound of the waves, he slowly left the port······

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"Keep up with the people behind!"

"I am Karen Lothar, and under the watchful eye of Yahweh, the Holy Father, I will lead you to life!"

Dressed in a heroic silver-white knight's armor with a glittering light, Cullen rode beside the long line of Stormwind refugees, cheering loudly at the tired refugees.

Facts have proved that the Lothar family, which has been inherited by Emperor Arathas the Great, is really effective in human society for thousands of years, coupled with the natural increase brought by the Holy Light of Yahweh, countless desperate civilians naturally obeyed Karen's command.

In just seven or eight days, the more than 100,000 refugees that Cullen brought from Stormwind King City had doubled or tripled on the way, and their destination was the Mirror Lake woodland next to the western wilderness.

"Andrey, go and help the women and children of the last team!"

Cullen, who was galloping on his horse, looked up, and the light of judgment converged on his eyes, and he saw at the very end of the procession, four or five caravans, with broken axles.

"Yes, Captain!"

André, dressed in leather armor, said loudly behind Karen, waved his hand, and nearly a hundred cavalry teams of young refugees who followed him followed him, galloping towards the rear end of the refugee procession.

At the same time, in this land, abandoned by the magnates of the Stormwind Kingdom, the Holy See Messiah's plan to collect the net has already begun.

Thousands of Yahweh clerics of the Holy Light Cross Church acted at the same time, and they came to the human settlements abandoned by the nobles and thrown into chaos, leading these people into the surrounding barren mountains and mountains, while leading them to avoid the oncoming orc soldiers as best they could, while using the suffering and torture on the way, to promote the faith of the Supreme Yahweh.

And the Holy Messiah, who is most revered in the hearts of countless Yahweh believers, also quietly left Yahweh Cathedral hidden on the coastline of the western wilderness, in the holy city of Messiah, with the last fleet of Stormwind Port withdrawing, with a mysterious man in black robes······