Azeroth is a world of extremely underdeveloped communication, and with the exception of goblins and dwarves who are good at tinkering with strange inventions, the rest of the races use human power to deliver messages, which is a time-consuming and labor-intensive way, which is evident in its slow speed.

But even so, the sensational news of the fall of the Lordaeron Empire still spread far and wide, and in just a few days, it reached the ears of people from all sides.

There are doubters, there are shocked, but more often than not, there are sighs, and the fear of the unknown power, which can overthrow a dynasty that has stood for hundreds of years overnight, how terrifying this power is!!

The power of the spark was enough to set the prairie on fire, and for a time, the entire eastern kingdom was shrouded in a cloud of terror, and everyone was in danger.

Uther stood on the tower of Steinbrad, smiling at the thousands of soldiers below him who were training to fight with specially made puppets.

In the sound of neat and loud drills, these soldiers belonging to Lordaeron were all armed and high-spirited, and it was clear that the black terror created by Xue Huan had not spread to the ruins of Alterac.

In fact, long after the Second Orc War, Uther, who had achieved great success, was transferred to Steinbrad by Terenus.

As a former concentration camp in Alterac, the terrain is so difficult that it chokes the door to the borders of Alterac.

At the same time, due to the large number of orc remnants who escaped in the Second War, and most of them wandered around the Alterac Mountains, it was not easy for Terenus to send anyone to guard the town, and in the end, when there was really no one to choose, Uther was finally finalized.

"You've done a good job with these guys, Uther. ”

Gavinrad, with a silver-white beard and a blue and white paladin suit, walked up and patted Uther on the shoulder, but his eyes fell on the brave soldiers in the training grounds.

"That's nature. ”

Uther smiled, unceremoniously accepted the praise of his old comrade-in-arms, and then, as if remembering something, Uther turned his head, his expression changed from relaxed to solemn.

"Isn't there any news from Dasohan yet?"

"Nope..."

Gavinrad shook his head, carrying behind him a warhammer engraved with the pattern of Holy Light, which had been following him since he joined the Silver Hand, and was considered his old comrade-in-arms.

"Not only Da Sohan, but also the nearly 100 knights who followed him at the time, all of them have not been heard from, and it has been such a long time, to be honest, I am a little worried. ”

At this point, Gavonrad's gray eyebrows were twisted together.

Gavenrad Doom, one of the leaders of the Knights of the Silver Hand, was actually appointed Archon of Andorhar by Terenus along with Saidan Dasohan. For them, this is another form of praise - after all, as a consul, they indirectly have the right to speak in that territory, so they have been conscientiously fulfilling their mission to maintain the peace of the small town of Andorhar.

But half a month ago, a secret report broke this pattern.

According to the contents of the letterhead, hundreds of unidentified missionaries had infiltrated Talenmir, and such a great news could not be ignored by the righteous Da Sohan, so the next morning, without informing Gavon Rader, Da Sohan personally led dozens of newly recruited soldiers and left Andohar.

As he left, Da Sohan left a letter on his desk, to the effect that Gavin Rad would continue to carry out his duty to maintain the town of Andorjar during his absence, while he himself went to Talenmere to investigate the mysterious incident.

Actually, this is not a big deal.

As we all know, since the Second Orc War, the ruins of Tarummere have not been very safe, and to the east of it, is the Dunhold Shelter, where more than 800 orc captives are imprisoned, so the inhabitants of the past are always disturbed from time to time.

At first, Gavin Rad didn't take this matter to heart, but as time went by, the paladins became more and more unable to calm down, according to common sense, dozens or hundreds of unknown missionaries should not take much effort to come and go, how could it take so long?

The more Gavenrad thought about it, the more wrong it became...

Finally, seven days after Dasohan's disappearance, he also led a troop of cavalry south to find his old comrades, and the duty of guarding Andohar was handed over to the mayor.

In times of peace, Gavenrad was understandable, but what he didn't expect was that on the third day after he left Andorhar, the plague broke out...

"Did you read the contents of that letterhead?" or to put it another way, are the contents reliable?"

Uther stroked his bearded chin as he walked to the wooden table behind him.

On the top of the table was a military map, old paper, but Lordaeron could be faintly seen on it, as well as a corner of Andorhar and Steinbled.

"Are you suspicious of the person who sent this letter?

Gavon Rad found a nearby stool and sat down, pondering the possibility of this doubt.

Admittedly, Gavin Rad is not smiling, and he doesn't even like to talk much, but that doesn't mean he's not good at thinking.

He had been so suspicious at first, but once again through Uther's prompting, he had to pay attention to it.

Just as the two of them carefully analyzed the cause and effect of Da Sohan's disappearance, a rush of footsteps came from the bottom of the tower.

"General Uther!!"

A trembling voice interrupted their thoughts, forcing them to follow the prestige.

The eye caught the eye was a scout in Lordaeron's uniform, with the Kingdom coat of arms on his chest, looking a little tired, and holding a letter tightly in his hand.

As a result, Uther glanced at the seal on the envelope, opened the messenger, and carefully scanned it.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!"

Uther repeated the words as she quickly skimmed the contents of the letterhead with incredulous eyes.

Gavin Rad also realized that something was wrong, he reached out and patted the shoulder of Uther, who was already stunned, and the latter came back to his senses, handed the letterhead in his hand to Da Sohan, and then grabbed the messenger and asked sharply, "You mean... You mean Lordaeron, Lordaeron... Dead?Tyrenus, His Majesty Tyrenus has been..."

Uther did not have the courage to say any more, and he choked up instead of crying.

"Yes, that's right, Knight Uther. ”

The scout gritted his teeth, his expression full of sadness: "These news are all true, after Lord Alexandros Mograine, who is closest to Lordaeron, received the news, he immediately gathered all the knights and priests of Brill and rushed to Lordaeron, but unfortunately it was too late. There were so many of them that in the tombs, in the manor, they had come from Andorhar, spread throughout the Tirisfard glades, and were firmly guarding the gates of Lordaeron, and the Lord had tried many times, but they did not rush in. ”

"Except for a small number of citizens who escaped through the sewers, the rest of the people were killed in this massacre..."

"What... What!?"

Gavinrad fell silent, and the letterhead in his hand fell to the ground.

That's more than 800,000 lives!!

Just overnight...

Gavenrad's eyes were blood-red and he grabbed the scout's shoulders with both hands, such a cruel news, even the paladins who have been on the battlefield for decades seem a little unbearable.

"Arthas!

In a state of great grief, Uther remembered his apprentice, remembering that a few days earlier, he had received information that Arthas had gone to Andohar to investigate the plague, and where was he now?

"Your Highness is on his way to Steinbrad. ”

Wiping a handful of reddened eyes, the scout's voice trembled and said, "According to the latest information from the other scouts, those undead have all left Lordaeron and headed for the extreme north, and it is precisely because of this that His Highness Arthas can enter and exit the Tirisfal Glade unimpeded. ”

Far north?

Quel'Salas!?

Uther's eyes widened, the next target of these crazy undead was clear, elves, those elves!!

"Brother. ”

Patting the scout on the shoulder, Uther said in a deep voice that could not be argued, "I need you to hurry to the Valley of the Hearth and tell Lord Tirio Fordin, who is stationed there, that they must hold on and wait for our help. ”

"Understood, General!"

Nodding, the scout mounted his horse without saying a word, and galloped towards the north again.

Holding back the intense grief in his chest, Uther summoned a few more soldiers who were on duty outside the tower, "Listen, the situation is urgent, I need you to go to Brill, Gilnes, and even Dalaran to bring a letter to those lords, in three days, I will hold a council in the Chapel of the Light's Wish, this council is very important, and may directly determine the future fate of this continent, please be sure to send high-level officials to participate!!"

One scout after another, riding their horses, galloped out of the camp and headed in all directions.

Sighing, Uther walked slowly to the window, where the view was wide, and to the southwest was the once-glorious Lordaeron Empire.

"Uther, what should we do now?"

Behind him came Gavenrad's eager voice.

Without looking back, the paladin stared to the north and a word popped out from between his teeth,

"Wait!!"

(End of chapter)