Galen began to stroll around the Hope Town construction site with Calia.
Under Tirion's restraint, the guards of Lordaeron did not presumptuously follow to protect them. He knew that the two were discussing the future of Lordaeron and the future of the Alliance.
Moreover, with Galen by Calia's side, it was already the safest place in Lordaeron.
Calia first asked Galen some questions about the Holy Light, as this princess was a priest stuck between the intermediate and advanced levels. Galen answered what he could, and for what he couldn't, he remotely cheated by asking the Naaru for standard answers.
After the topic of the Holy Light ended, the two fell silent. After walking for a while, Galen took the lead in speaking:
"Actually, the reason I came this time is that I hope you can stand up and unite the hearts of the people of Lordaeron. Calia, Lordaeron is now fragmented, your lords have different ideas, those loyal generals are struggling to support it, and the people can no longer withstand the deaths and injuries."
"As the last bloodline of the Menethil family, this is your duty."
Calia's face instantly became extremely painful.
Originally, her life was incomparably beautiful. Apart from being nagged by her father about marrying which lord during her teenage years, she had almost no worries.
During the changes in Lordaeron, her beloved father was suddenly assassinated, and the one who assassinated her father was actually her most beloved younger brother…
What followed was the fall of the royal city, the scattering of the people, and the disintegration of the kingdom.
Ordinary people would have collapsed long ago, and it was possible that they would never recover.
However, Calia was resilient. For the sake of her mother, she had to set an example and take the lead in walking out, and the people needed her too!
She had been healing the people, draining the Holy Light from her body every day, and dragging her exhausted body to sleep, just to avoid giving herself time to empty her mind and alleviate the pain in her heart.
"But, I have never had the intention of becoming a queen…"
In this timeline, Calia had been proposed by Terenas to marry Daval Prestor, but Nefarian used his proficient charm magic to change her mind.
Originally, Terenas wanted to marry into the surrounding kingdoms, but Stromgarde's Prince Galen had been missing for ten years, and no one could find him. Gilneas's King Genn Greymane was at odds with Terenas, and Kul Tiras's Derek had long married into the Vicroy family. Stormwind was too far away.
Terenas was unwilling to marry his daughter to an ordinary lord, so in the end, it could only be left unresolved.
Later, Calia converted to the Holy Light and lived carefree for more than ten years. Suddenly asking her to inherit the throne made her feel hesitant.
"Evil undead creatures are raging, and there are still nearly a million people in Lordaeron. They are under the threat of the Scourge, and they are not united. Only you can unite them to resist the undead."
Galen picked up the doll hanging on his waist and told Calia about the encounters in Darrowshire and Caer Darrow. The priest was a little shaken.
Seeing that it was working, Galen decided to add more effort.
"This is your responsibility, Calia, and it is also to atone for your brother."
Calia was about to be persuaded!
Galen used his ultimate move!
"As long as the Scourge's army does not continue to grow, the Lich King's power will not increase, then I will have a chance to save Arthas and bring him back!"
Boom!
Calia's mental defenses collapsed completely!
"Okay! I promise. I will issue a statement to summon the lords who are loyal to the Menethil family to discuss the matter of rebuilding Lordaeron."
Calia's heart was rejuvenated. She had always believed that her brother's mind was controlled and there was still hope for salvation, and Galen said so, which undoubtedly confirmed her idea!
She believed in Galen, the great hero of the Alliance!
As long as she could save her brother, her mother would not be crying all day long!
Calia was extremely happy.
Her heart was filled with excitement.
She remembered the childish union agreement she had made with her good friend Jaina!
Then…
She stood on tiptoe and quickly kissed Galen on the cheek.
"Galen, thank you…"
After leaving these words, Calia ran away shyly.
Damn it!
Calia, don't do this!
Sylvanas and Alleria will kill someone if they find out!
Galen immediately scanned his surroundings, trying to find witnesses!
The construction site was bustling, and Galen couldn't be sure.
So Galen decided that he would never let the Windrunner sisters set foot in Tirisfal Glades in the future!
To prevent future troubles!
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Dalaran had now fallen.
Not long ago, the Scourge was blocked outside by Dalaran's magical barrier. Arthas was extremely angry. Kel'Thuzad led him and a team of elites to sneak into the interior through a loophole in Dalaran's sewers, killing several mages guarding the magic nodes and successfully shutting down the magic barrier.
As a result, a massive number of undead poured into the city. The mages relied on the mage towers to defend against the enemy, but they could not withstand the sheer number of undead. The brilliance of the mage towers was extinguished one by one.
Fortunately, the destruction of the magical barrier allowed this area of Dalaran to teleport freely. The mages in the mage tower teleported away at the critical moment.
Gandalf held out until the end. Seeing that the city was about to fall, he activated a mass teleport.
Unfortunately, the stubborn Antonidas resisted the light of the teleportation magic. After throwing Gandalf a badge representing the identity of the Archmage of the Kirin Tor, he chose to face Arthas directly.
At this time, the streets of the city were already covered in blood. Those towering spires still shone with golden, white, and purple halos in the sunlight, but the gems at the top of the towers had dimmed.
Some of the mages who did not have time to escape and died in battle were now standing beside Arthas again, and there were also many mages' corpses that were too badly damaged to be used as ammunition for the meat grinder.
"What a pity, they escaped!"
Arthas shook the blood off Frostmourne and said with some dissatisfaction.
"Being able to kill Antonidas is already good enough. After all, that Gandalf's mass teleportation is superb. I still haven't seen through him!"
Kel'Thuzad was quite satisfied, flipping through the Eye of Dalaran and a magic book that he had just obtained.
Kel'Thuzad's concentration on reading the spellbook made Arthas feel quite annoyed.
"Lich, can you summon Archimonde yet?"
As soon as Arthas's words fell, a deep green demon portal appeared out of thin air, and Tichondrius walked out of the teleportation vortex.
"Watch your tone and address, Death Knight, you should call him Master Archimonde!"
Hearing the dreadlord's arrogant and domineering voice, Arthas's anger grew even stronger.
However, Tichondrius ignored Arthas and instead turned his gaze to Kel'Thuzad.
He was the main force in summoning Archimonde.
"Not yet, Dreadlord!"
"Why? Master Archimonde can't wait!"
"This Book of Medivh does contain the incantation to summon Master Archimonde, but it doesn't have any energy at all. It's a handwritten fake! We still lack the energy source to open the portal!"
"Then continue to attack the Sunwell!"
The mages of the Kirin Tor had long coveted the library of Karazhan, but after the news of Medivh's demise with the invading Demon Lord ten years ago, the defensive power of Karazhan became even stronger!
Antonidas and the others didn't know that Aegwynn had taken up residence in Karazhan, so they naturally couldn't enter.
Later, after Medivh was resurrected, Aegwynn was requested by Galen to guard the Crusader Fortress in Kalimdor, and Medivh was even further away in Draenor.
This gave the Kirin Tor the opportunity to sneak into the Karazhan library to peek at the collection.
Of course, Aegwynn had long been aware of the intruders, but she knew she owed a debt to the Council of Tirisfal, and she also had deep ties with Dalaran, so as long as they didn't directly move books, she would turn a blind eye.
Therefore, the Medivh grimoire collected in Dalaran was actually a hand-copied duplicate. Antonidas discovered that most of it contained evil warlock spells, so he sealed it away. Kel'Thuzad was busy with necromantic experiments at the time and was unaware of this, leading to the current mix-up.
"Then continue to lead the troops north, continue to attack Silvermoon City, and seize the Sunwell as energy to summon Lord Archimonde!"
Tichondrius shouted, seeing that the deadline for the mission was approaching. If he didn't complete the mission, his head would be twisted off by Lord Archimonde!
Arthas and Kel'Thuzad exchanged a glance. Go north?
Damn, that's sending us to our deaths!
A Lightforged Angel has appeared in the north. What do we have to fight against?
"Perhaps, we can cross the sea to find the Broken Isles. I heard that the Nightborne elves, distant relatives of the high elves, also built a magical wellspring, the Nightwell! What do you say, Dar'Khan?"
Dar'Khan, who had been silent for a long time, was stunned. Deeply versed in the art of struggle, he knew that he had only recently joined the Scourge and it was inconvenient to express his opinions. He didn't expect to be involved.
"Prince Arthas is right. According to the records of the high elves, when the world was shattered ten thousand years ago, Grand Magistrix Elisande of Suramar used the artifact preserved in the city to create the Nightwell, protecting Suramar from the destruction of the Great Sundering!"
Dar'Khan glanced at Arthas strangely, wondering how he knew such ancient secrets.
"Do as you please, but I must remind you that the deadline for the mission is running out. If you fail again, I'm afraid even your Lich King master won't be able to bear it!"
Tichondrius warned them and then opened a portal and left again.
"We prepare the death fleet to find Suramar!"
"Order the Scourge forces left behind to hold Lordaeron City, waiting for our return!"
Arthas's orders were met with no objections from Kel'Thuzad and Dar'Khan. It was best to have a second option. Continuing to attack Quel'Thalas now was a dead end. Besides Galen, the armies of the Alliance nations had also arrived in Lordaeron.
Even if they ultimately won, the task of summoning Archimonde would likely be delayed, making it not worth the losses.
The destruction of Dalaran spread throughout the Eastern Kingdoms with the scattered mages, raising the threat of the undead Scourge to a new level for the Alliance nations.
The call for the reorganization of the Alliance became louder and louder. Subsequently, the highly respected former Archbishop Alonsus Faol returned to the Eastern Kingdoms and arrived in Stromgarde.
Soon after, a new Alliance conference was held in Stromgarde.
This meant that this Alliance would be led by Stromgarde!
Galen couldn't be absent.
His grave-digging plan was once again forced to be postponed…
Perhaps these days are not auspicious…
Artifact, ah, artifact, please wait for me.
When Galen arrived at the Stromgarde Palace with Calia and Turalyon, the representatives of the Alliance member states had already arrived.
The emissaries of the Kingdom of Stormwind were Prince Varian and Duke Bolvar.
Admiral Daelin Proudmoore of Kul Tiras came in person with his son.
King Daval Prestor of the Kingdom of Alterac.
Gandalf, Modera, and Drenden, the remaining Kirin Tor councilors from Dalaran, also attended.
From Lordaeron, there was Calia, the last of the Menethil bloodline, as well as Uther, the former Grand Master of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and Turalyon, the former adjutant to the Alliance Marshal.
The dwarven Council of Three Hammers was represented by Brann, Durin, and Kurdran.
Including the host Thoras and Galen, the representatives of the existing Alliance member states were all present.
Presiding over the meeting was former Archbishop Faol. At this time, the Archbishop was different from before. There was a golden holy symbol on his forehead, and there seemed to be many golden holy patterns on his body.
Only Galen knew that this was the mark that appeared after a humanoid being was Lightforged.
The Archbishop was about to announce the start of the meeting, but Galen asked him to wait a moment, meaning that someone had not yet arrived.
Soon, Prince Kael'thas and Grand Magister Rommath, the representatives of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, and Prince Liam and Minister Vincent of the Kingdom of Gilneas entered the hall.
The other representatives saw the representatives of these two countries, which had withdrawn from the Alliance a few years ago, and did not say anything at this time.
Everyone understood that Genn was somewhat aloof, but Gilneas was also a human kingdom, and there was still some affection. Moreover, Gilneas was squeezed out by Terenas back then, and everyone saw it.
The high elves were known for their arrogance. This time, they suffered a disaster and took the initiative to participate in the alliance, and everyone felt very happy.
Everyone was here, and the meeting officially began.
"As you all know, Lordaeron was destroyed three months ago, Silvermoon City was breached a month ago, and Dalaran fell three days ago. I express my deep condolences for the disasters of Lordaeron, Dalaran, and Silvermoon City, and I hope that King Terenas, King Anasterian, and Archmage Antonidas will find peace."
Everyone didn't know that Terenas's bones were still hung at the city gate by Arthas, otherwise the Archbishop would really be embarrassed to say this…
The deaths of the three leaders cast a shadow over everyone's hearts.
"Without further ado, the reason for calling everyone here is that I hope that everyone can form a joint army, just like they did against the orcs more than ten years ago, to eliminate the threat of the undead Scourge!"
The undead can destroy three countries, and they can destroy the fourth and fifth. No one wants to be the next victim.
Especially the Kingdom of Gilneas. A Scourge detachment defeated them without any resistance. If Arthas turned his attention to them…
The next country to be destroyed would be Gilneas.