Menethil's Power

Chapter 103
Two days later, they arrived in Stormwind City. The place was full of ruins, ruined walls and scorched black marks left by burning. Even though two years had passed, Isaacs could still feel the tragedy and despair of the broken city.

The most shocking thing is the corpses that almost filled the canals in the city. The orcs carried out inhuman massacres here, and they were unwilling to even do simple incineration, and piled up the corpses indiscriminately.

Isaacs' face became more and more gloomy. Almost half of the civilians in Stormwind City are here forever. This is just a part of the tribe's numerous crimes. In this war, more than [-] soldiers died at the hands of orcs. There are countless civilians.

How could this kind of blood feud between races be easily eliminated?
Therefore, he must not show any kindness to little Thrall. This orc cub must and can only be the slave and toy of the Prince of Lordaeron.

With such a heavy heart, Isaacs boarded the Kul Tiras ship, and he accidentally saw an acquaintance.On a battleship not far away, a young man in a dark green captain's uniform smiled and waved to him.

This is Derek, the great prince of Kul Tiras, who has seen Isaacs several times.There is no direct conflict of interest between Kul Tiras and Lordaeron, so the relationship between the two countries is not bad.

Isaacs also smiled back. In the original timeline, the prince would accidentally die in battle, but it seems that due to his own reasons, he survived.

This made Isaacs lament that the world is unpredictable, and it seems that everything he does will trigger a series of unplanned changes.

The voyage from Stormwind City to Lordaeron was uneventful. More than ten days later, Isaacs stepped into the gate of the palace again. Seeing the familiar uniforms of the royal guards, he couldn't help sighing.

It's nice to be home.

After handing over the Foxton family to Mrs. Greens, the head of the court, Isaacs went straight to the palace study, knowing that Terenas must be there at this time.

The old king was wearing the reading glasses that Isaacs gave him, flipping through a booklet. When he saw Isaacs rushing in, the old king didn't show much surprise, he stood up slowly, Opened his arms.

"Welcome back, my son."

Isaacs showed a sincere smile and gave the old father a big hug.

The attitude of the father towards his children is completely different from that of the mother. If it were Queen Leanne, she would inevitably ask Isaacs a series of trivial questions about life, but Terenas would not do this. He simply asked Isaacs about his experience, Did not express any views or sermons.

"I never expected you to grow so quickly, my son," Terenas sighed. "You came just in time, look at this." Terenas pushed the pamphlet over.

Isaacs flipped through two of them, and his expression gradually became solemn. This booklet recorded a new round of personnel changes in Lordaeron, which was enough to drive all the nobles crazy.

This is the real core secret, and Terenas really treats him as his successor.

The content of this thin pamphlet is astonishing. The noble class will undergo a major change of blood. At least one-third of the fief nobles will be reduced for various reasons, and those who have made outstanding achievements in this war will be filled. A group of generals.

Familiar names one by one, Uther, Dathrohan, Tirion, Mograine... Even Baldrige and Reinhardt, who are directly under Isaacs, have all won the honorary title of jazz.

Obviously, Terenas is going to take advantage of the opportunity of this war to reshuffle the cards, to attack the moths of those kingdoms, or to say that he has already done so.

But Isaacs felt a little inappropriate, "60.00% of the newly promoted lords are paladins. I'm afraid this is not good."

The dispute between kingship and theocracy must always be extremely vigilant.

However, Terenas did not answer this question directly, but looked at him with a half-smile.

Isaacs couldn't help sighing, sure enough his father was counting on him.As the "Child of the Holy Light" appointed by the archbishop, he could indeed fool those paladins for quite a long time, but after all, this was a temporary solution, not the root cause, and accidents would still happen after a long time.

But when the time comes, it will be his headache for Isaacs.As expected, my father did not have the consciousness of working hard alone to benefit the children and grandchildren, Isaacs couldn't help but slander.

"There is one more thing to trouble you." Terenas handed over another pamphlet, and the old king's expression suddenly became extraordinarily solemn, "This is the list of pensions for mid-level and above officers who lived near the royal city, I hope You can go there yourself."

Isaacs suddenly felt the weight of this thin booklet.

There are more than 100 names on this roster, and Isaacs spent a whole week on this. He did not disclose the identity of the prince, and he only wore an ordinary Lordaeron military uniform.

This is not a simple errand job. Isaacs must personally inform the family members of the news of the death, and then meet their tears and even vent their anger.There were nobles and civilians who died in battle, and their families were poor or rich, but their death was a serious blow to their families.

Many of them are newlyweds and their only children.

Every time Isaacs sent a death notice, he felt a heavy heart. He no longer had any joy in his own strength improvement and victory in the war.He suddenly understood why Terenas asked him to do this job, every grieving family, was the king's responsibility.

There was one last name left on the list, a name Isaacs was very familiar with - Jill Loren.

Isaacs couldn't help smiling bitterly. He felt that Terenas did it on purpose. The old king was obviously very aware of what his son had done on the front line.

Jill Loren's family is a small farm in the outskirts of Lordaeron. Judging from the dilapidated door, the family is very poor.

This made Isaacs a little puzzled. If he remembered correctly, Jill Loren was rewarded handsomely for his exploits in Alterac.

It seems that he distributed all the rewards to the families of the fallen soldiers.

Isaacs knocked on the door with mixed emotions. After a while, the door creaked open, revealing half of a haggard woman's face.

She looked Isaacs up and down, and lowered her guard when she saw his uniform. "Jill Loren's comrade?" she asked.

Isaacs nodded.

"Please come in, sir." The woman opened the door, "I am Vivienne, Jill Loren's wife, what news did that dead ghost bring back? Hey! Lei Ruisa, don't pull those snapdragons!" Isaacs answered, and the woman cried out.

In the distance, a three or four-year-old black-haired little girl withdrew her hands reflexively.

"This little girl has never been reassuring. She doesn't look like a girl at all." Mrs. Gilloren said, she was obviously worried about this little girl.

"Sit here, please," she greeted, making a cup of hot tea for Isaacs.

Isaacs noticed a boy about ten years old in the corner of the room, he was holding carpenter's tools, and he was tinkering with something.

The young prince turned his gaze to Vivienne, seeing the lady's expectant expression, he felt that it would be better to be honest earlier, "I regret to inform you," Isaacs said dryly, "Your husband Jill Loren He died heroically on the Burning Steppes two months ago."

Vivian's movements froze instantly, the teacup in her hand fell, and the hot tea splashed everywhere, but she didn't notice it.

Isaacs was also very upset, but he really didn't know how to comfort her, so he could only continue to say in a formulaic tone: "He is a real hero, and his sacrifice is of great significance, almost saving the entire battle."

Big teardrops rolled down from the corners of Vivienne's eyes. This haggard woman, who had been struggling to support her family, seemed to be about to collapse at this moment.

If Vivienne was crying and cursing, Isaacs would feel better, but this kind of silent grief made Isaacs quite at a loss. After all, he was responsible for Gilloren's death.

He stood up quickly, and hurriedly took out a gold medal and a bag of nearly [-] gold coins, which were all the cash in his package. "Your husband is a hero in the kingdom, and he will have a grand memorial ceremony. Please accept this medal of valor. With this medal, you can ask for any help from the royal family of Lordaeron. In addition, this is part of the pension. "

He wanted to try his best to make up for this distressed family, to heal his inner guilt.

Vivienne's emotions finally broke out, "I don't want any help, I just hope my husband can come back safely!" She cried bitterly at her desk, her voice was sad and heartbreaking.

Isaacs was silent, completely unaware of what to say, any words at this moment were feeble.He picked up the badge and walked towards the boy in the corner of the room.

The boy is patiently chiseling a long strip of wood, vaguely recognizable as the shape of a sword. "A beautiful weapon." Isaacs said.

"Dad said he will teach me swordsmanship when he comes back, so I have to make a training sword in advance," the boy turned and said, and he quickly noticed his crying mother, "What's wrong with Mom?"

"Uh, I told her that your father is a hero, so she was very happy." Isaacs thought for a while, but still perfunctory, "What's your name?"

"Thassarian," the boy replied, looking at Isaacs.

Isaacs looked as usual. It has been 14 years since he came to Azeroth, and now he is no longer surprised to hear any familiar names.

"Then, Thassarian, can you keep this medal safe?" Isaacs handed the bravery medal to the little boy, thought for a while and took off his wristband.

This bracer is a trophy from Nalorak, the bear spirit. It is decorated with a large number of gorgeous silk threads by the high elves, which can greatly increase the wearer's strength, but it is a bit tasteless for Isaacs, because after mastering the Holy Light out of the sheath In the case of powerful attack skills, pure strength can no longer bring obvious growth.

It's time to find him a new owner.

Isaacs patted Thassarian's head, "Listen, boy, this is a magical bracer from a mighty beast that will turn you into a warrior like your father."

Thassarian seemed to understand, and accepted Nalorak's despair with some confusion.
The metal threads on the wristbands reflected the dazzling light.

Isaacs glanced at Vivienne who was still crying again, sighed, and left, knowing that it was not suitable for him to stay any longer.

He was wrong, very wrong.

The root of Lordaeron's standing for thousands of years lies in these simple and sincere people. They are the cornerstone of the kingdom.

They have flesh and blood, have their own families, have their own emotions and judgments, and are not pawns that he can manipulate arbitrarily anyway.

And that should be what Terenas was trying to tell him.

The streets in the distance are full of noise, Isaacs knows why, the most valuable prisoner of the alliance, the chieftain of the Horde, Orgrim Doomhammer, has been escorted to Lordaeron, and the people are extremely excited, scrambling to watch the greatest enemy of the alliance .

Compared with the hardships paid, people often focus on the glory of victory.

But there are always some things that should never be forgotten, Isaacs thought as he looked at the sunset in the sky.

　The second volume is over! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)