Everything is better than expected, and the FLAG triggered by Zhao Kun's fear of 'everything is under control' does not seem to have happened.

More than eighty teams of elves were easily taken down, the male ones were sent to the basement below the Holy Army stronghold to be imprisoned for the brothers ♂, and the female elves except for Aurelia were sent to Grimbaatar to be imprisoned for play.

Well, since the orc war machine was in full swing, this fortress has devoured quite a few greenskinned orcs. Now, under the whips and weapons of the apprentices of the Holy Cult Army, the orc captives are working desperately, digging in the mountains with pickaxes, hammers, and shovels, trying to transform this dwarven fortress into a fortress that meets Zhao Kun's requirements. As for the blood and sweat of the orcs in the process, naturally no one cares.

In short, Zhao Kun actually obtained a batch of new RBQs very smoothly, which is a small step forward from his goal of establishing a new order in Azeroth, turning it into the world of RBQ and Brother Gui, and polluting the entire world.

With the arrival of the new RBQ, there has been a welcome development on the part of the Alliance - as the orc strikers begin to move north and engage human armies, the frustrated King Terenus finally proposes a compromise that everyone can accept.

The endless bickering at the meeting exhausted the mediocre king.

"We're all here, aren't we?" Terenus said, though he could obviously determine the problem himself. The king of Lordaeron is not forgetful. "Very well, then, did we all agree to form an alliance and call our troops to fight the coming Horde, did we all agree on our plan of action?"

All the rulers nodded.

"Well, since we will fight side by side, just as our ancestors did when they were in the Arathi Empire."

- Arathi was the first and only human empire in the land a long time ago, and has a very close connection with the elves. The two races have banded together to fight the vast Troll Empire at the foot of Alterac Mountain, where they have fought off the troll threat and forever wiped out the Troll Kingdom. The empire was once very prosperous and strong, but many years later, it was divided into many small kingdoms scattered across the continent. The capital of the empire, abandoned by the guys who went to the north, and the Arashi seem to have disappeared completely. Some legends claim that they traveled to the south, through Kazmodan, to the desolate Azeroth. Fort Riptide then gradually became the center of Torbain's domain.

The others nodded, and then Terenus continued, "Since none of us can tolerate another king becoming the commander of the Alliance's army, the only suitable person now is the one who inherits that ancestral bloodline. I propose that Anduin. Ser Lothar, regent and general of Stormwind, will be our Supreme Commander! ”

"Varian Ureon will be my honored guest until he leaves. I have promised him that I will personally support him in re-establishing his kingdom. Most of the kings began to whisper, Tenaris continued, "Mr. Lothar has brought quite a few people from his kingdom as well. Including some soldiers. While their numbers don't mean much in the face of the threat we are about to face, their experience in fighting hordes is invaluable to us. Many more are also roaming the former kingdom of Stormwind, chaotic and unorganized. These people may be reinvigorated at the call of their generals to give us extra support. ”

"Lothar himself is an experienced commander and tactician, and I have a lot of respect for his personal abilities." He stopped talking, glancing at Lothar as if trying to ask for advice, and the Lord Regent nodded.

"In the end, it would be very wrong to treat him as a stranger." Terenus said with a smile. "Although Lothar himself had not been to this land before, he was far from being a stranger, and he had a very close connection with our land, with our kingdom. He is the heir of the Arathi line, the last heir of this noble line, and he is in the same capacity to speak of these issues in this meeting as we do. ”

The revelation of this event shocked the other kings, and everyone began to see the general in a different light.

"It's really true." In a resounding voice, Lothar declared, "I am the descendant of King Soladin, the founder of the kingdom of Alatho. When the empire broke up, my family settled in Azeroth, where they founded a new kingdom, the kingdom of Stormwind, which you all know. ”

"So you're here to demand control over us?" Greysideburns asked, though his expression showed that he didn't believe it himself.

"Nope." Lothar assured him. "Long ago, when my ancestors left here, they abandoned Lordaeron, but I still have a strong connection to this place that was conquered and civilized by our people."

"He can still rely on the ancient covenant to support us." Tyrellas noted. "Like the relationship between Duke Bolt and the dragons, the elves have vowed to help Soradin or his descendants in times of need. I think they will still keep that vow. My messenger has set out for Quel'Thalas! ”

The king nodded, pleased with the cherished glances and whispers that had been shown from the majority. In their eyes, Lothar was no longer just a general or a commander. He will now be an ambassador who may contact the elves. If that ancient, magic-proficient race could unite with them, the tribe would no longer look as unstoppable as it had been.

"Listen to me." Antonidas shouted, their voices soft but powerful. He raised his staff aloft, and a dazzling light suddenly erupted in front of the others.

"Listen to me!" He asked again, and this time, everyone began to listen quietly. "I think Lothar is the right person to be, and I approve of this commander on behalf of Dalaran. The orcs also have their own spells, powerful spells. Most of them are weaker than our wizards, at least that's what I've been told, but they are more numerous and can cast spells together, which is something that my mages don't find easy. In order to guarantee victory in the war, a noble, sufficiently experienced commander-in-chief was necessary. And for now, it seems, there is no more suitable candidate than General Lothar. ”

The second to agree was that Prodmoor - Kurtilas was an island nation, a maritime nation, and that the League was necessarily more focused on the army, and that he was the second-to-last one in the competition for command of the Alliance, only a slight advantage over Antonidas, who had no intention of commanding him.

"It's the only option." The ruler of the kingdom of Lordaeron said in a loud voice, "All of you want to deal with it yourself, and you are very much reluctant to see another king enter your realm. But Lothar was not a king, so he could not gain much from it, and his bloodline was noble enough that we would not consider ourselves to be despised by others. ”

Tolbain was the third king to give his consent. Behind him, the remaining kings agreed. They whispered or nodded their heads to indicate that they agreed with the suggestion.

A smile appeared on King Lordaeron's face, and he leaned forward a little. "So, General Lothar, will you accept this appointment?"

Terenus's voice became very polite, and the room was filled with silence, and everyone else waited for Lothar's answer.

Lothar didn't think about it for long, in fact he had no choice, and Terenus understood that. It was impossible for him to walk away from these things, at least not after going through them. "I accept this appointment." He replied. "I will lead the forces of the Alliance to meet the Horde."

"Good." Terenus applauded. "It's time for all of us to prepare our troops, our equipment, and our supplies. I suggest that we report this again to the Commander-in-Chief in a week, so that he can understand what kind of troops he has at his disposal and begin to deploy his plans. ”

The kings nodded, and each of them came to Lothar's side to congratulate him and assure him that they would support the matter with all their might, though Perionold and Greysideburns seemed to be a little insincere.

After this, the kings' meeting came to an end, and they took their leave of the hall.

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"The alliance has finally taken its first step, and we are gratifying." Zhao Kun got the news as soon as possible. He looked around at the people standing in the audience—half of them were in the form of dragons, and the other half were believers polluted by Zhao Kun's holy light (not slapping men does not mean not fooling male believers), and nodded, "Everyone, take action, and let the glory of the holy light shine on all of Azeroth." ”

"Filthy crows devour the sky!" The Grand Duke stood up and uttered the code of the Cult of Light.

"The light covers the sun!" Everyone stood up and shouted the code.

At the beginning, the followers of the Holy Light God Cult, except for Zhao Kun's RBQ, were clergy who were affected by the black dragon magic that had lurked in the human kingdom before. And after Zhao Kun continued to play the banner of the Holy Light, with the efforts of this group of clergy, they used a pyramid scheme-like speed to expand the Holy Light Divine Cult. Today, with Zhao Kun not intervening much, this sect has grown quite strongly.

In this regard, Zhao Kun said that he was happy to hear it. Defiling Azeroth is a particularly large project, necessary cannon fodder...... Subordinates are really indispensable. With enough manpower, he can also take advantage of the orc invasion to expand his power and realize the ideal of covering the sun with holy light and devouring the sky step by step.

Throughout the ages, it has been quite convenient to use the opportunity of war to exclude dissidents. Those who didn't want to believe in Zhao Kun's holy light had to be killed by the orcs. Whether it is killing people with a knife or killing people under the banner of orcs, it is always necessary to use the opportunity of war to deal with those troublesome characters. By the way, you can also free up a lot of seats and push your own people to the top.

Anyway, with the Holy ♂ Army in hand, as long as the alliance is not universal, and Lothar is also the general existence of the captain of the transport brigade, then this war will be won. Of course, for Zhao Kun, the worse the fight, the better, which is also convenient for the sect to buy people's hearts after the war. Throughout the ages, engaging in religious back-and-forth is nothing more than a few tricks, and it is nothing new. And the older the routine, the more effective it tends to be – otherwise it wouldn't be used all the time.

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While Lothar was reorganizing his army, the orc vanguard began a major attack. However, Zhao Kun, who has an unequal amount of information with the king of the alliance, knows that it is not the orcs who are dancing the most at the moment.

The trolls, the new allies of the orcs, have begun a new round of action. It's just that this action is aimed at the High Elf Kingdom Quel'Thalas, and most of the poor connection between the elves and humans has been cut off by Zhao Kun. Even the High Elf mages who stayed in Dalaran were closely monitored by Crassus and another black dragon.

However, it was all in vain. Because, for the current High Elf Royal Court, they have no sense of crisis.

In Silvermoon, the capital of Quel'Thalas, the High Elves are still dying. This is a beautiful and dazzling city, with streamlined buildings and convenient magical facilities throughout the city, so that all the high elves who can be called handsome men and women are extremely comfortable in it, and they have lost their sense of crisis.

Anyway, thousands of years of peace and abundance have allowed the High Elves to develop their own slow-paced atmosphere during the years (elves have a very long lifespan). Moreover, the current king of Quel'Thalas, Anastarian Sunstrider, is old. As Darth Rema. A descendant of the Sunstrider, he has been immersed in his own exploits and is proud of his achievements.

He once united the humans to defeat the trolls who had been entrenched in the forests of northern Lordaeron, giving the High Elves a rare peace. But now, he is blind to the peace that is about to be broken.

The remnants of the original trolls, after thousands of years of recuperation, have developed from nearly 10,000 old, weak, sick and disabled to millions of trolls. Considering that this race has always had the tradition and ability to be a soldier for all, the strength of the trolls is already huge.

Population growth, lack of resources, and historical hatred for the High Elves have all prompted troll leaders and orcs to form alliances to conquer the world.

On the other hand, the High Elves who had lived comfortably for thousands of years still maintained a population of nearly 200,000 people, and ignored the reports of the small group of rangers stationed outside who continued to hunt trolls, and still sat on their dreams, believing that trolls were not worth mentioning, and that Quel'Thalas's magical barrier was impregnable......

"Zujin declared an alliance with the Horde, but the trolls have so far waged war on Quel'Thalas, and instead began to shrink their forces and reduce friction with the elves. And His Majesty the Sunstrider and the Silver Moon Council still didn't react. ”

Onexia reported to Zhao Kun the intelligence in the northern part of the continent.

"Before you hit someone, you must take your fist back." Zhao Kun nodded, "It seems that Zu Jin is going to smash the pot and sell iron in a wave of A...... It's better that a creature as unbeautiful as a troll is dead, and as for Quel'Thalas, I don't think there's any need to exist. The orc brother and the elf Bichi are the best. (To be continued.) )