Stormwind.

A grand revelry and festivities are spreading through the city, with the abdication of King Lane and the enthronement of the new King Varian taking place at the same time.

On the square in front of the Storm Fortress, a high platform has been built here, and Hu Feng's family and the bigwigs of the alliance countries have attended and sat on the sidelines to watch the ceremony.

At this moment, King Lane's speech has also come to an end.

"So, the future of the Stormwind Kingdom, the future of the Alliance, is in the hands of the new generation at this moment! They are at their peak, and they are in a good period of energy!"

"Varian, will you take the throne and become a wise and wise king who will lead our people forward?"

Varian fell to his knees on one knee, holding the two-handed greatsword that Hu Feng had given him as a coming-of-age gift, "The Will of the King, the Heart of War."

"I will, I will lead the kingdom of Stormwind to the next level, and protect my people with my life!"

On the viewing platform next to him, the dwarven king Magni approached Hu Feng.

"Lord God, is there a problem with the Tempest Kingdom to give up the throne? First Lothar's ancestor gave up the throne to Ryan's ancestor, and now Ryan gave up the throne to his son, is this throne so hot?"

Hu Feng glanced at the short man, "Can you accumulate some virtue in your mouth?" ”

There was a burst of cheers, and Ryan placed the golden crown on top of Varian, who was on one knee, and then helped his son to his feet.

"For Stormwind! For the Alliance!"

"Hail to the new King Varian!"

At the same time, in the Stormwind barracks.

Lothar also helped Windsol up, taking him with him to hand over and familiarize himself with the Commander-in-Chief of the Alliance.

"Now it's just a matter of going through the motions, and when Varian's enthronement is over, your appointment will be down immediately, so I'm going to give you a look at the various things you need to pay attention to. ”

"Can't you continue to be the generalissimo?" Wendthor was a little reluctant, as a soldier brought out by Lothar, he had gone all the way to the position of marshal, and he had great respect for himself as a commander.

"Our time is over, and your new generation of generals cannot live forever under the protection of Ryan and me, so it's time for you to take up the boldness, and so does Varian. Lothar smiled and walked into the Generalissimo's room, pointing to the scarlet two-handed greatsword on the wall.

"Everything in this room is yours from now on, including this sword of the Brotherhood, make good use of it. Lothar looked at Windsor, "Don't let the Stormwind Kingdom down, and don't let the Alliance down. ”

Windsor nodded firmly: "No, Generalissimo Lothar, I will carry this burden and will not disappoint anyone." ”

Orgrimmar.

A rugged stone platform appeared outside the city, lined with braziers and torches, and the blood-red banners of the new tribe stood on the top of the platform.

Durotan stood quietly below the tribal banner, flanked by Orgrim.

Woo~~Woo~~~

The desolate trumpets began to sound one after another, and a group of wolf cavalry galloped in, and then turned over and dismounted the wolves.

Thrall wielded the Hammer of Doom and walked through the crowds of orcs and soldiers who were constantly greeting him on both sides of the high platform.

The two Sarufar brothers followed Sal and walked together to the high platform.

"Thrall, my son!" yelled Durotan.

Since Thrall insisted on using this name, Durotan had no choice but to do as he pleased.

"The horde has been reborn from ashes and ruins, and now, tell me, do you have the ability to continue to lead it!

Thrall didn't speak, but raised the hammer of destruction high, and the hammer began to emit violent electric light, and thunder and lightning fell from the sky, surrounding Thrall.

"I, Thrall, the new shaman, have the power to lead the tribe!

Orgrim looked at the Sarufar brothers, "Brox, Sarufar, Varok Sarufar, you have defeated me in the arena, and now, are you willing to take over the glory of the Grand Overseer and lead the tribal army to continue to protect our people?"

The two Sarufar brothers, under the gaze of their compatriots the other day, defeated Orgrim head-on-one in the arena, which caused a wave of amazement and admiration in the new tribe.

“LokTarOgar！”

The two Sarufar brothers raised their weapons and shouted loudly.

Durotan nodded in satisfaction and continued to look at Kane Bloodhoof, the leader of the Minotaurs, and Woking, the patriarch of the Darkspear Trolls.

"Do the Minotaurs and Darkspear Trolls have any opinions or questions, and the new High Chief and Grand Overseer will take up any challenge!"

Kane Bloodhoof is a gentle and very wise man, and he is very satisfied with Sarr's character and strength.

"The Minotaur has no opinion and is willing to accept the leadership of the Grand Chief of Saar. ”

Woking grinned hoarsely, he and Sal had long been excellent friends, and Sal had great respect for him, and regarded him as an elder.

"The Darkspear Trolls have no opinion, I believe that Grand Chief Thrall can lead the tribe to a better future. ”

Woking bowed at this point and continued, "I also want to give a congratulatory gift to the new Great Chief. With that, Woking clapped his hands,

At this moment, several trolls dressed completely differently from the Darkspear Trolls walked up from under the high platform and saluted respectfully.

Their faces were covered in blood-red dye, and their hair was dyed the color of blood.

"The Bloodtop Clan has asked for the help of the Tribe to deal with the Skullsplitting Clan and the Gulabash Clan in the Valley of Thorns, and in return, our Patriarch Ganzulain is willing to join the Horde, but we need to retain great autonomy. ”

Durotan glanced at Wojin in surprise, he knew that the troll clans in the Thorn Valley region of the Eastern Kingdom continent had no good feelings for either the new tribe or the Darkspear trolls. Especially for the Darkspear Trolls, the Troll Clans are utterly filled with contempt and hatred, treating them as traitors and exiles.

Now that Woking has been able to win over the blood-topped trolls, it seems that the situation of this Ganzulahn is indeed very critical.

The Gulabash clan occupies the city of Zurgrab, while the Skull Clan controls most of the wild areas of the Valley of Thorns, and the humans of the Stormwind Kingdom begin to march into the Valley of Thorns and establish outposts. So it's not difficult to imagine that the Blood Top Clan, which was already in a weak position, would do something to seek help from the tribe.

Thrall immediately entered the train of thought of the Great Chief of the Tribe, he thought for a moment, and nodded to the messenger of the blood-topped troll.

"The tribe accepts your request for help and agrees to your request. For friends, the gates of the tribe are always open to him. ”

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