The Second Empire of Azeroth

The next morning, Roger arrived in the Wetlands accompanied by Muradin Bronzebeard. After listening to Roger's analysis yesterday, Magni realized the Orcs' ambition to occupy the entire continent. He knew that if the Bronzebeard dwarves only cared about Ironforge, no one would come to help them when the Orcs attacked Ironforge in the future.

Therefore, Magni sent his brother Muradin to Lordaeron with Roger to discuss an alliance with his old friend Lothar.

In addition to this, Muradin had another mission: to gather all the dwarves in the Wetlands to avoid the Orcish onslaught. He was also to implement the scorched earth policy proposed by Roger, denying the Orcs any supplies in the Wetlands. Furthermore, he was to have the dwarves of Dun Modr retreat to the north side of the Thandol Span, using the terrain to hold the Orcs south of the Great Fissure, buying time for the human alliance.

After everything was settled, Muradin and Roger set sail from the Wetlands, arriving on the west coast of Lordaeron.

Entering Lordaeron City, a lively atmosphere greeted them.

The arrival of war had not affected the residents here, as if the mobilized armies had nothing to do with them. People gathered in small groups, discussing the gossip of the nobles and the latest news of the Alliance. Of course, many were still discussing the graceful figures of the high elves and their own wishful thinking.

Roger chuckled to himself, it seemed that "LSPs" (lecherous same-person) existed in every world.

Soon, the group arrived at the military camp. The guards reported to Lothar, and before long, Lothar came out with a group of people.

"Muradin! My friend!" Lothar warmly embraced Muradin and then introduced him to the people behind him: Auriya representing the high elves, Antonidas, Daelin Proudmoore, and other high-ranking members of the Alliance.

Todman walked over at this moment, "I thought you weren't coming back!"

"I'm a tough one, sir!" Roger said with a smile.

"Let's go! Come with me to report for duty! The Duke still has matters to attend to, and he will send someone to notify you later!"

Roger nodded. His current status was not enough to participate in the high-level meetings of the Alliance. After all, the Alliance was not Stormwind Kingdom. In Stormwind Kingdom, he could rise through the ranks with Lothar's appreciation, but in the Alliance, the stakes were high, and rules could not be broken.

Arriving at Todman's office, Roger, John, and the others told Todman about the fall of Stormwind City.

Todman was stunned, his mouth wide open, "You guys killed thousands of Orcs in the past few months? Burned dozens of supply convoys? And even forced the Orcs to give up the siege of Ironforge?"

"More or less!" Roger said. They concealed the related events of the Dragon Soul, and everyone chose to keep it a secret.

Todman shook his head in disbelief, "What you've done is too great, it's exceeded your authority. I'll report it to the Duke when I see him later."

Roger nodded in understanding. According to Stormwind Kingdom's promotion methods, these merits were enough for him to become a colonel or even a general.

Just as the group was getting up to leave, Lothar's personal guard walked over, "Major Todman, the Duke wants you and Rogers to go see him."

"Let's go!"

Todman took the diary with him and led Roger to Lothar's office.

"Rogers, welcome back!" Lothar said easily, "I've been worried sick these days you've been gone. I've been so busy these past few months that I'm about to lose all my hair. Now that you're back, you've been a great help to me."

Roger smiled as he looked at his already prominent bald spot: "Sir, you flatter me!"

"No, no exaggeration!" Lothar said, "I need your strategic vision!"

Todman interjected at this moment: "Sir, perhaps you should first take a look at Rogers' report for duty."

"Oh? Is there a problem?" Lothar took the diary and, after reading a few pages, looked at Roger in surprise, "You really did create a miracle."

"Ms. Aegwynn gave us a lot of help!" Roger didn't take all the credit.

Lothar nodded, "Indeed, without the equipment from Karazhan, it seems it would have been difficult for you to accomplish such a miracle. But don't forget, leaving Karazhan behind was also your idea."

He patted Roger on the shoulder, "Moreover, you also killed Talon Gorefiend, allowing General Crispin to rest in peace. If the situation weren't so bad now, I would have asked Varian to grant you a title."

"The situation is bad?" Roger looked at Lothar in confusion.

Lothar explained somewhat awkwardly: "It's the nobles of Stormwind City. After arriving in Lordaeron, they quickly mingled with the nobles here. Then, they used public opinion to smear us. If it weren't for His Majesty Terenas's wisdom, the Alliance wouldn't exist today."

Roger's eyes turned cold, "We haven't even settled the score with them for the fall of Stormwind City! Are they courting death?"

Lothar knew Roger was feeling unbalanced, "Roger, don't worry, I guarantee you will get a title after the war is over."

"A title?" Roger smiled contemptuously. He didn't really care about titles, and was even a little resistant to them. Because getting a title meant becoming a noble, and the thought of having the same status as those dirty nobles made him feel disgusted.

"Cheer up!" Lothar changed the subject, turning his gaze to the map on the wall: "I need you to help me set up a defensive line. The Orcish army has already reached the Wetlands, and we can't let them continue north. Once they go north, we will have to abandon the Arathi Highlands and retreat to the Wall of Stromgarde. If the Wall of Stromgarde is breached again, we can only retreat to Alterac. By then, the Orcs can completely bypass Lake Lordamere and attack Lordaeron City. At that time, we will really be overwhelmed."

Hearing Lothar's words, Roger also looked at the map...