Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

In front of Anduin Lothar, the noble elites of the Iron Horse Brotherhood of the Kingdom of Stormwind all had grim expressions on their faces, and no one spoke.

Sometimes, life is so helpless.

In the past, when they had a private gathering in Nanhai Town, where these "subjugated refugees" gathered, they didn't talk loudly about their great ambition to conquer the lost territory of the Stormwind Kingdom after defeating the tribe in the future, and how to rebuild the Stormwind Kingdom?

"Commander Anduin, in accordance with the original and oldest aristocratic power decree from the ancient Arathor Empire."

There was silence for a long time. Except for Anduin Lothar, Count Frankfurt, whose family has the longest history. This man who transformed from a warrior to a powerful paladin during the second expansion of the Knights of the Silver Hand, whispered in a low voice.

said.

"The noble lords should be the people's shield, protecting them from any darkness, so they can gain the people's devotion and respect."

"A lord who abandons his territory and his people will be deemed to have automatically given up the responsibility and honor of the nobility."

Everyone present looked very unhappy when they heard this, but no one spoke to interrupt Earl Frankfurt's words.

The count carefully glanced at Lothar, who had a complex expression on the main seat, and continued.

"And Ka, Master Karen."

"He is not a vassal of His Majesty Llane Wrynn, nor does he hold any official position in the Kingdom of Stormwind."

He was right. In the previous failed Karlu War, Karen went to the front line in the name of Lothar's son. Because the war was urgent at the time, the kingdom's senior officials did not give him an officially recognized position.

In the future, Karen will inherit the noble titles above Anduin Lothar's head, such as knights. In theory, those noble titles are inherited from the legal system of the ancient Arathor Empire, and are not bestowed by the Kingdom of Stormwind.

"So, brothers, please forgive me."

The Earl of Frankfurt looked at everyone around him and finally said the words that everyone knew well but found it difficult to admit emotionally.

"According to the ancient legal tradition, Master Karen is not a usurper or rebel of the kingdom."

"Lead the people to defeat the invasion of the tribes and re-establish a new kingdom on the land we abandoned."

"This is a great achievement that we all must acknowledge!"

"Therefore, Lord Karen's choice to establish an independent country is something that all the kingdoms and nobles in the entire human world cannot refute or oppose from legal and moral grounds!"

After the count said these words, although the faces of everyone present were still not very good-looking, they felt much more relaxed inside, as if a huge pressure had been relieved.

Everyone here has the recognition and trust of Anduin Lothar. Naturally, they are not the kind of truly corrupt and decadent nobles. Facing the invasion of powerful enemies, they did not defend the glory of the nobles to the death, but abandoned their family inheritance.

The land and people who have lived for thousands of years naturally have a huge sense of guilt in their hearts.

Of course, there was another reason that although the count did not say out loud, everyone knew it.

Karen was able to defeat the tens of millions of troops left behind by the tribe, so how powerful and powerful did he possess? This is something that everyone sitting here cannot imagine and dare not imagine.

There are only nearly 200,000 remnants left in the Kingdom of Storm itself, although because extraordinary professionals account for the majority, it is considered a large force on the entire continent.

However, not to mention that Karen's current actions are completely in line with the ancient legal system, but he is not in line with it at all. Which kingdom or force is willing to offend a man who can single-handedly repel an army of tens of millions of orcs for their mere 200,000 refugees?

What about the monarchs of military powers that can be foreseen in the future?

We are all adults, and they decide their next actions rationally. They do not have any expectations for the moral integrity of other countries.

"But what should His Highness Varian do? What should our families in Southsea Town do?"

At this time, the voice of the Allied Colonel Baron Kurtz silenced everyone present.

Just like the Baron's question, even if the new country's monarch, Karen, is the son of Commander Anduin and understands their withdrawal from the Kingdom of Stormwind in order to preserve the power of the human world, those senior leaders and backbone forces that now make up that country will allow them to abandon it.

Will their nobles return?

Even if you think about it with your butt, it’s impossible!

Karen repelled the remaining orcs, and when combined with the existing strength of the Alliance Army, the indigenous forces in the entire Eastern Kingdom have firmly suppressed the invading tribal armies.

The Iron Horse brothers who are doing this have no doubt about the future victory, but what if after victory, the lord they serve is still a young boy, Prince Varian, the son of His Majesty Llane Wrynn? What will happen to their family in the future?

Where do you live? You can't always live under someone else's roof and shamelessly live in Southsea Town in Lordaeron!

The continent of Lordaeron at the northern end of the Eastern Kingdom is different from the southern end where the original Stormwind Kingdom was located. There is not so much unoccupied fertile land.

For a moment, the entire tent fell silent again.

"Report!"

Just as everyone was thinking hard about the future, the curtain of the command tent was suddenly opened by a mage apprentice. He was stunned when he saw rows of middle and high-ranking members of the Alliance army inside.

"Your Excellency, Commander-in-Chief, and all your lords."

On his right arm was tied a red armband with the privilege of being unstoppable when the Union Army's highest emergency military intelligence transmission order was issued, and he spoke hurriedly.

"The Kingdom of Alterac expelled the alliance's envoys. They, they betrayed the alliance, opened the road to the mountains, and surrendered to the Horde Orcs!"

"What! Apprentice, are you sure this news is accurate?"

Both Lothar and the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood stood up in shock at this moment. The Earl of Frankfurt was the first to ask.

"Sir, I guarantee it with my life!"

The mage apprentice stroked his chest, lowered his head and saluted, and said in a positive tone.

This news couldn’t have come at a better time!

The Earl of Frankfurt turned sideways and glanced at the members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood. As expected, in addition to shock, there was also a look of uncontrollable joy in everyone's eyes.

Just now I was worrying about finding a place to settle down, but there are people who are willing to die to make room for them!

"Commander, after the passage to the Alterac Mountains was opened by those traitors, the capital of the Kingdom of Lordaeron is in great danger."

Turning around, he was the first to make a suggestion.

"We should return support as soon as possible!"

"Those human traitors in Alterac, we need to clean them all out!"

When he said "clean up", he deliberately emphasized his tone.

Why!

Lothar saw the subordinates in front of him who suddenly became more motivated, and naturally understood their underlying meaning. He sighed, knowing that this was the best result!

"Send the order for the army to return immediately for reinforcements!"

He picked up the great royal sword placed on the table and ordered loudly and vigorously.

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It is different from the war zone between the tribe and the alliance where flesh and blood fight and the sound of fighting continues.

The Dalaran Autonomous City-State Alliance, a parliamentary country led by many wise spellcasters, is still in a peaceful state of peace.

Dalaran is the capital of the Alliance. This huge magical city with purple as its main color is home to millions of spellcasters. Although most of these spellcasters are just apprentices whose job is to release level 0 spells.

But the glory of wisdom and magic shines here. This city can be called the most advanced and freest in the human world. It is the only country in the human world that can make high elves and guardian dragons look at each other with admiration.

However, an invitation message from the alliance commander from the area where the Kingdom of Stormwind once fell disrupted the current peace of the city.

"Master Sammaster, the Ekko grass in Yongsong Forest is out of stock due to its proximity to the Horde and Alliance frontline war zones."

"In addition, the Kirin Tor Council has just issued a summons for the Archmage Council."

A young and beautiful mage named Daluoli, who was thirteen or fourteen years old, came to the edge of the main city of Dalaran with a huge spell book in his arms, and trotted into a 30-meter-high mage tower.

"They asked me to notify you immediately and go to the Central Mage Tower to discuss matters."

She took out an order envelope that shone with magic power from the cover of the book, placed it on the test table next to the tall and thin mage in black robes in front of her, and then sat on the chair next to her, breathing heavily.

His laboratory was suddenly broken into, causing the black-robed archmage Sammaster to shift his attention from experiments to his disciples.

"Callia, as the princess of Lordaeron and a noble professional mage, please calm down!"

With a hint of pampering unique to his elders, he stretched out his obscene hands and rubbed the hair of Alsace's sister, Calia Menethil, the eldest daughter of the Lorendan Kingdom, and then picked up the summons envelope next to him.

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