The land of mercenaries, the temple of freedom.

"Good courage, good courage, good calculation. ”

In the wide hall, there are many titles such as the King of Mercenaries, the Dragon Slayer, the Demon Beast Slayer, and His Majesty Orheimdor, who is known as the 'Legend of Miracles', also looks up at the sky, and his eyes change with an inexplicable picture, which seems to reflect the battle of kings outside the territory.

When the image in his eyes flowed, and the Violent Hurricane Throne rushed towards the Abyss Lord, his body couldn't help but tense, and his face showed an abnormal flush.

After a full ten minutes, he slowly exhaled, tried to calm down, pointed to the sky with one hand, tilted his head, and asked: "I, Olheimdo, am complacent in the name of 'Miracle Legend', and I realize that there are countless heroes in the world, but only those two or three people can catch my eyes.

But, wise man, I suddenly feel that compared to him, I am trapped in the past, chasing and slaughtering demonic beasts, does it seem a little ridiculous?"

Beside him, a sloppy old man with messy hair had surprisingly bright eyes, and he said: "The world is not only black and white, but also gray, and there is not only right and wrong, but also camps, interests and obsessions. Many things stand in different time periods, and there will be different results, there is no right or wrong, only gains and losses.

His Majesty became famous during the Second Warcraft period, when the intelligent life was almost destroyed under the oppression of the Warcraft race, and His Majesty was able to turn the tide and save one side, and in terms of intelligent life, he deserved to be a hero.

However, times have changed.

In this era, there may be a deep hatred between intelligent life and Warcraft, but after all, they both belong to Atlantis, if Atlantis is destroyed, whether it is intelligent life or Warcraft, it is equivalent to losing the foundation of its existence, and the misery of rootless duckweed, I don't need to say much, you also understand. ”

"Have times changed?" Olheim murmured, as if in an understanding, "that means I'm outdated?"

"Outdated?" haha...... the wise man grinned: "Your Majesty, in terms of legendary lifespan, you are still very, very young, and I don't think this old bone is outdated, let alone you?!"

It's just that you're too young, if you've gone through a few eras and thousands of years of precipitation, you'll understand that the king never ends, and all you need is to develop a pattern and mind that belongs to that level. ”

"Does the king never end?" Alheimdo suddenly glanced back at the wise man and said softly, "I'd love to meet him, okay?"

The wise man's smile stiffened slightly, and then soothed, he didn't deny it, but said with a smile: "Yes, naturally, after this battle, I will arrange it for you."

However, when you meet a real person, you may be disappointed, that is, a husband who is stubborn about the glory of a professional. ”

"After countless years, how many kings can stick to their hearts?" Olheimdo asked indifferently, and then he smiled again: "Okay, it's useless to talk more, since that one has created an opportunity for us, it's time for us to start a counterattack." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head again, inhaled slightly, and suddenly a huge phantom appeared between the outside world, heaven and earth, and a grand voice resounded throughout the sky of the mercenary country.

"Once upon a time, our ancestors hunted demons in the abyss, slaughtered demons in hell, roamed the grey wilderness, and explored in the noisy tunnels. ”

"Once, the heavens and all worlds were the hunting grounds of the ancestors, and the stars of the universe were the paradise of the ancestors. ”

"Once upon a time, the prestige of Atlantis made countless planes feared and countless races feared. ”

"But in this era, our homes are burned, our loved ones are slaughtered, the souls of the dead wander in the sky, and the bodies of innocents are covered with the earth. ”

"In this day and age, we have discarded the glory and power of our ancestors, but we cannot leave behind the faith in our hearts. ”

"The time is ripe for our counterattack to begin. ”

"My comrades-in-arms, my comrades, let us go to the battlefield and continue the inviolable majesty of Atlantis with our blood and lives. ”

With the manifesto, the Professionals' Guild began to operate in full force, and messages were scattered across the continent through various networks.

Along with the declaration, the breath of the kings began to respond, and they drummed up their power to reveal their existence.

With the proclamation, the legions of the Temple of Freedom began to assemble and sail into the distance with the king......

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At the same time, the Hundred Clans Alliance, inside the Golden Dragon Palace.

His Majesty Arthas-Raymond, Chief Consul of the Alliance of Hundred Clans and Legendary Throne, Knight of the Golden Dragon, sits on the throne.

He leaned forward slightly, rubbed his chin with one hand, and slowly stroked the golden dragon entrenched under the throne with the other, the dense and heavy scale armor, the head was slightly raised, and he looked at the top of the hall fixedly, as if he was in a trance.

There were many people standing at the bottom of the main hall, most of them were warriors in armor, with weapons and armor, a murderous appearance, and there were also nobles wearing tuxedos, but even if they were nobles, they were well-dressed, but they couldn't hide the evil aura between their eyes.

It seems that because of the silence of the king, these people also seem unusually quiet, but the eye contact between Gu Pan shows their doubts.

They were summoned here early in the morning, saying that they were going to hold a royal meeting, and His Majesty had arrived early, but some were just silent, as if the king was also waiting for something.

No one knew what the king was waiting for, but after all, no one dared to speak.

The composition of the League of Hundred Clans was so complex that Arthas had to break with tradition and take the throne as a legend, but he also showed his skill.

He has established prestige in resisting demons, purging the opposition in battle after battle, mastering the army through frequent general transfers, and supporting new families to share the power of the old aristocracy.

Although he had not been on the throne for a long time, he had a firm grip on the situation in the empire, and his words and deeds were so majestic that no one dared to disobey his decision head-on.

There was silence for half an hour, when an old man who looked like a butler walked in quickly, took a scroll and presented it, and His Majesty Arthas-Raymond took it and smiled after just a glance.

He slowly lowered his head, his gaze swept over everyone, and said, "The opportunity we have been waiting for has finally come, gather the legions, check the army, target the Demon Yuan, and prepare to go."

This time, I will slaughter the demons in the abyss and comfort the souls who have died in the disaster. ”

"This time, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, the blood does not drain, and the fight to the death continues!"

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A little later, the Orc Empire.

In the wide square, countless orc warriors howled frantically, welcoming the inspection of their king, Richard the Great.

Saint-Lance Empire.

The new Emperor of Saint-Lance, Saint-Lance VII, was on the wall of the Havana War, watching the legions that could not be seen disappear into the distance little by little.

Randherson.

Countless believers knelt on the ground, bowing their heads reverently, listening to the teachings of Losanda, the Lord of the Morning Sun.

Pan-Continental Wizarding Alliance, in a gloomy room.

The legendary Dark Witch King, Marceau's 'Hammer' smiled strangely and said, "How can such a grand event be without our participation? ”