New Order of Azeroth

"You have no right to do this! I am a believer in the Holy Light! I have dedicated my life to the Holy Light! Lordaeron is no longer there, and so is the Knights of the Silver Hand! You have no such right!" Isenlien resisted desperately, The light group that represents the power of his holy light also resists the opponent's suppression extremely tenaciously. Even if it is crushed to pieces, he will not bow his head and surrender.

Old Fording looked at Vanessa and bowed slightly: "Your Highness."

Vanessa raised her left hand to let Isenlien see her seal ring.

"As the heir to the throne of Lordaeron and the first in line to the throne of Alterac..." Vanessa recounted Calia's title in a standard Lordaeron palace accent. Although it was a bit nonsense, But this is what these people do.

At the end of her speech, she added her own name: "...As the plenipotentiary representative of Her Highness Calia Menethil, I, Hope Vanessa Struy Menethil, Hill recognizes Lord Tirion Fordring’s judgment on behalf of Lordaeron, and the judgment takes effect immediately!”

In fact, these words had no extraordinary power at all, but they directly interrupted the confidence that Isenlien maintained. Old Fording's holy light pressed forward, breaking through the opponent's defense like a flood, and then used a destructive posture. All remnants were removed.

Isenlien was crippled, and both his own confidence and the Holy Light he had practiced for thirty years were completely destroyed. As Old Fording withdrew his Holy Light, his body became empty, without any trace of it left. Retention of the Holy Light.

"Your Highness, what do you think should be done next?" Old Fording wanted to use this question to understand Vanessa's character.

Vanessa sighed, and according to her original intention, just stab him to death and that would be it. If Old Fording insisted on playing this procedural game, she could only play along.

According to her observation, Isenlien has not been corrupted by evil energy, but his personality is paranoid and twisted to the extreme. The bad things this person has done are countless, but it is inappropriate to accuse him of treason.

He did not commit treason and resisted the undead from beginning to end. He was a hundred times stronger than those human nobles who stayed in the Holy Light's Hope Chapel but colluded with the undead and betrayed human interests.

"Lock him up first. If he can sober up, let him be a teacher after returning to the country and let him spend the rest of his life to atone for his sins." Vanessa knew how low the literacy rate in Azeroth was, Pastor They are all cultural people. It would be a pity to kill them directly. If this guy's mental illness is cured, he should be sent to teach in Hope Primary School.

Old Fording was very satisfied with this answer. He was not against killing, but against meaningless killing. Vanessa's kindness was in line with his values.

Tyran Fordring and Talson thought that the whole thing should be killed with one blow, but it was useless for them to object to something that had been decided by the two biggest leaders.

The rest of the reorganization work was very simple. There was no need for Old Fording to intervene. Tyran Fording relied on his own prestige and some of his former subordinates to regain the rights in the entire territory.

This was his territory originally. If he hadn't given away his territory with enthusiasm, the establishment of the Scarlet Crusade would not have been so smooth.

Now as a lord, if he takes back his territory, no one will object.

With Hearthglen as a base, Vanessa finally has a foothold in Lordaeron, and the following work can be gradually carried out.

The first thing is the issue of Lao Fording's own work authority.

It is true that Hearthglen is the fiefdom of the Fordring family, but now it is the fiefdom of Tyran Fordring. Asking Tyran Fordring to step down and let the old Fording come up will easily cause conflicts. The relationship between father and son is good, but there is no need for three. There is no need to test human nature by going to heaven and earth.

When the little prince of Stormwind Kingdom abdicated and his biological father came back to continue to be king, it was because the little prince was too young. Now Tyran Fordring is 34, a bearded, serious middle-aged man, no matter how you look at it, he is not the same as the little prince. If they are not related, Old Fording will have to make other arrangements.

"Great Lord, your job is very tedious."

Vanessa held up a finger first.

"First, I once asked Bolvar how to deal with the undead. He told me that we need to rely on cavalry, a large number of cavalry."

Old Fording nodded: "Bovar is right, humans do need cavalry to deal with the undead."

Vanessa continued: "The backbone of leading a large number of cavalry charges is the Paladin. I hope you can stand up and rebuild the Knights of the Silver Hand!"

Her idea was very simple. Don't use the name of the Northern Expedition or the Vanguard Army. Just do it in one step and directly establish the Knights of the Silver Hand. They need money for money and equipment for equipment. It's for Lordaeron and for Old Fordring. That wish that has always been buried in my heart.

Old Fordring immediately became excited and knelt down on one knee. This was the second time he knelt down. The first time was when he swore allegiance to the Menethil family.

"Your Highness, this is my honor! I will use all my strength to rebuild the Knights of the Silver Hand!"

Vanessa was very satisfied with his statement and enthusiastically helped the old knight up. Relying on old Fording's personal prestige, I dare not say more, she could recruit at least half of the paladins in Azeroth.

She quickly raised a second finger: "The establishment of the Knights is urgent, but another thing is also urgent.

My intelligence shows that Sylvanas has now taken a ship to Kalimdor. In order to increase allies, I think she will propose that the tribe accept the blood elves. Once the blood elves join the tribe, her Undercity will be able to compete with Silvermoon City. Reaching a united front and increasing our voice within the tribe will be very detrimental to our revival of Lordaeron. "

Vanessa looked at Old Fordring: "High Lord, I need you to go to Silvermoon City as my plenipotentiary representative. I know that the blood elves, Lordaeron, the Alliance, and even the night elves have great conflicts, and I don't ask for it. They can join the Alliance, as long as they do not join the Horde, UU Reading www.uｕkanshu.net If possible, we can re-establish an alliance with them in the name of Lordaeron."

Old Fording thought for a moment, this kind of people who go up the pole to find people to form alliances will definitely be weaker. He had to ask clearly: "Where is His Highness's bottom line?"

Vanessa said seriously: "Sister Calia's reputation cannot be damaged. If they insist, I am willing to formally apologize to Quel'Thalas in the name of my regent of Lordaeron."

In fact, she was quite helpless. She didn't enjoy a good day. First, she spent her own money to arm the army, and then she had to rush to issue a criminal order!

But there is no way, she has too few cards in her hand. In order to improve the diplomatic environment, she must stabilize the blood elves. It is impossible to lose money. Fortunately, she has face.

Old Fording lowered his head sadly: "I understand His Highness's intention, and I will set off immediately."

The old man didn't say hello to his son at all, took the two letters from Vanessa, and then left Hearthglen at high speed.

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