Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 567 120. Chief and Overseer

   "That sword!"

   When Lothar asked the price, Terenas Menethil II, who was staggering his hands on the table, no longer kept his secrets, he put down the scepter in his hand, and said softly:

   "The Emperor's Sword, Stromka."

   "The meaning it represents has gone beyond the weapon itself. In recent months, disturbing rumors have spread throughout the seven human kingdoms, and even the always wise mages have participated in this discussion.

   This situation cannot be exacerbated, Marshal.

  Peace is not only your wish, but also our wish, the people need to rest and recuperate, and not start another war that should not be due to some ancient legends.

   What do you say? "

  Lothar nodded and looked at Daelin again.

   This sailor-like warrior king also had a serious expression, and he said to Lothar in a deep voice:

   "Return that sword to the Church of the Holy Light or Dalaran for safekeeping, and all conflicts and contradictions will disappear in an instant. Marshal Lothar, you know me, and I am a warrior just like you.

  To be honest, I refused when they invited me to come, and until now, I still don’t want to join this kind of political discussion on this occasion.

   I will do everything to keep you safe.

   But after all, today is different, the existence of that sword will not bring benefits to our country and civilization. Hand over the sword that only gets you into trouble, without compromising your greatness.

  You are still the hero of human civilization, and you are still the great man in the eyes of everyone. "

   Having said this, Dai Lin stopped, he smiled and said to Lothar:

   "Besides, if you really have some thoughts on the glory of your ancestors, in fact, with your current reputation, it doesn't matter whether you have that sword or not, it doesn't mean anything.

  If you're sure you want to charge the Emperor's throne, I can tell you right now that Kul Tiras and I will be on your side.

   But if you're trying to get the throne with that sword and a legend, I can't support you like that.

   After all, it means a war. "

  Lothar also nodded, but did not respond, and finally turned his gaze to the representative of Dalaran. Modera, the archmage with silver hair, took a deep breath and said in a serious tone:

   "The Council of Six does not intend to intervene in the political turmoil caused by the Emperor's Sword Stromka. If there is a war in the future, we will abide by neutrality and call on all spellcasters to stay away from war.

   The power of human practice magic is not to destroy each other!

   We will use the power of magic to protect civilization and the rise of the race as our source of heritage, Master Maitre the Hermit.

   But if Marshal Lothar finally decides to hand Stromkar to Dalaran for safekeeping, then the entire Kirin Tor will do everything in their power to protect the relics of humanity.

   And the Kirin Tor is willing to pay any price to keep Marshal Lothar safe. "

"Um."

  Lothar nodded for the third time, and finally looked at Varian beside him.

   The young king raised his head and said loudly:

   "No! That's the personal sword of Emperor Thoradin, which should have belonged to Marshal Lothar. Why should he be forced to hand over the sword in the name of the entire human civilization?

   Are you so afraid of this sword? "

   "No, child."

   King Terenas said in a gentle tone with a hint of unquestionable toughness:

   "We are not afraid of a sword, we are afraid of the sword bearer. You can hate us, but you can't put your personal feelings above the kingship.

  You have to always remember that every word of yours represents more than yourself.

   And there are millions of people standing behind you. You are their king, their leader, their voice, their voice.

  You are first a king, then Lothar's adopted son, and finally Varian Wrynn as an individual.

   If you want us to value your opinion, speak like a king. "

   The old king's light words blocked all the room for Varian's rebuttal.

   The young man also wanted to express his dissatisfaction and anger, and his own understanding of the world and justice, but Dai Lin, who was beside him, put her hand on her shoulder.

   Terenas's words were harsh, but correct.

  Varian and Daelin couldn't argue with that.

   After all, Dai Lin did the same.

   As for King Terenas, he didn't waste time discussing the game with Varian, the young man he once regarded as his own child, and looked at Lothar, who was sitting across from him.

   After a few seconds of silence, King Terenas said softly:

   "Then, Marshal Lothar, what is your answer?"

   "Everything you said makes sense, so I need a little time to think about it."

  Anduin Lothar was very calm.

   He spoke softly.

   seems to be delaying time, but the kings agreed with this sentence tacitly, they agreed not to rush, and then began to discuss the issue of the orc shelter.

   Watching this scene, Varian felt very uncomfortable, and the fist he placed under the table kept clenching.

   When the young king was about to take it no longer, a calloused hand was quietly placed on the back of his hand. Varian glanced back, Lothar was smiling at him.

   That smile was very similar to the one he had when he was about to lead the Alliance Legion to a decisive battle with the Orcs on the battlefield of the Burning Plains.

   That is determined to win, that is the smile of victory.

   When he saw this smile, all the worries in Varian disappeared in an instant, and he finally realized that Marshal Lothar, whom he regarded as his adoptive father, came to Lordaeron long before.

  No, he had already made a decision when he left Stormwind Kingdom for the northern border.

   He should have sternly rejected King Terenas when he asked the question just now, but he did not do so, which did not mean that Lothar was timid or afraid.

   This can only mean one thing, in this invisible war, when the kings moved their pawns, Lothar had already made his own formation.

   It is not yet the final battle time.

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  At the same time as the king and the marshal play, on the Burning Steppes, on the Blackrock Spire.

   A huge stone round table was also placed in Reid's chiefs' hall, where a group of chiefs "smuggled" from Draenor were having their last meeting before departure.

   And the elite orcs who came with them were arranged by "Great Chief" Red Blackhand in a military camp on the lower level. They would be eating and drinking, picking equipment by the way, and preparing for a long-distance attack.

  The atmosphere in the chief's hall was solemn, and the Talon Gorefiend, who led the operation, was explaining his plan on the temporarily made sand table.

   To his left sat Grom, Kargath, Fenris, the hooded, decadent great psychic Ner'zhul, and a powerful and mysterious orc warrior with a red mask.

   These guys are representatives of the Orc faction on Draenor.

   On the right hand side of the Gorefiend, sat Brocks, Varok, Red Blackhand, and an orc hunter wearing a black wolfskin hat, unusually silent, and obviously bigger than ordinary orcs.

   These four represent the orc faction of Azeroth.

  It is worth mentioning that behind the orc hunter is a giant jungle brown bear lying on the back, covering his eyes with his claws and sleeping soundly, while the shape of a wolfskin hat covering his eyes is on his face.

  How to say it, it looks like the classic battle helmet of a Bateman who walked through the city at night and broke criminals with his bare hands.

   And behind Reid, there is also a mysterious orc warlock who is wearing a luxurious elf robe, holding a staff with a strange shape like a living devil, and is blind in one eye.

   Judging from the fact that he was allowed to attend this meeting of chiefs, his identity should not be simple.

   "According to my information, Anduin Lothar will attend the wedding of King Terenas's daughter in Lordaeron three days later, which is an excellent opportunity.

  The city of Lordaeron is only separated by Lake Lordaeron from Dalaran. The wedding invited many spellcasters to watch the ceremony, which made Dalaran's defense empty.

   We can enter Dalaran to **** the infused gem called 'Eye of Dalaran' while the assassination is in progress. It is the most powerful of all the magic gems known to Azeroth so far!

   Its energy is enough to open portals to other worlds. "

   As the commander, the Gorefiend pointed to the sand table and spoke loudly about his strategy:

"As long as we take the chance, with the help of our new friends, we can kill Lothar in one neat beheading operation, and I suggest that this team be led by the most powerful Chief Grom, Ka Chief Garth as his deputy!

   The team that went deep into Dalaran, led by Ner'zhul, put all our current warlocks under his command.

   Ner'zhul was a spellcaster, and he knew how to deal with the weaklings of spellcasters.

As for me.

  I want to cross the endless sea and go to the Tomb of Sargeras while you are on the move, and search for the vital artifact scepter. Without that thing, we won't be able to grab the Eye of Dalaran.

  This is the most dangerous job!

   Even Gul'dan was buried there, which shows the danger. I have taken the initiative to undertake the most difficult task. Therefore, do you have any opinions on the battle arrangement of my divisional operation? "

"No."

  Grom Hellscream held an apple in his hand and threw it into his mouth and smashed it with a smashing sound. His eyes did not stop at the Gorefiend at all, but kept looking at Brox Saurfang on the opposite side.

   His blood-red eyes stared at him and said:

   "But our 'brothers' are not in your plans.

  Brox, I admire your bravery very much. I also know your loyalty to Orgrim. I don't want to force you. You can choose one of the three teams to follow. "

   "Choosing one of the three futures you've set for me isn't a choice, Grom."

   Old Orc Brox grinned and said:

"But I know that if I don't choose, you're going to have a fight with me here. I'm old, I got hurt in the final battle with the Alliance, I'm not your opponent, and I don't want to experience Gorehowl again. The feeling of being cut on the body.

   So, my brother and I, and Rexxar the warrior, follow your party to assassinate Lothar.

   With my understanding of human civilization for the past six months, you will need our help. "

   "I will also take my warriors and follow you to Lordaeron!"

   The younger generation of Red Blackhand also expressed his opinion, but he was ignored by a group of chiefs gorgeously, and no one cared about him, the little transparent "big chief".

   No one even paid attention to him when he spoke.

  Reid was also helpless about this situation.

   But he is different now. He knows that this group of old knives who can fight and are famous in front of him is not the time for his junior to turn his face.

   "Lord Gorefiend, you haven't been to the Broken Shore. It's a long way. The environment in the Tomb of Sargeras is also very complicated. Your time is urgent and cannot be wasted."

  The ignored Reid coughed awkwardly. He looked at the Talon Gorefiend who was presiding over the meeting, and said in a deep voice as if he was suggesting:

   "But I've been there, and I can give you the recorded map. I've already agreed with the black dragons that they will send a group of Hybrid Dragons as our action mounts.

   But where you're going is an endless sea that even dragons can't cross, you may need a couple of boats.

   This one can go to the goblins, I have sent my messengers to Booty Bay, and I will let my most trusted leader of Blackrock Warlocks, Nelul Fireblade, accompany you and your death knights.

  Nerlu will arrange everything for you. "

The Great Chief winked, and the one-eyed warlock behind him immediately stepped forward, handed a rolled up animal skin map to the Gorefiend, who took it in his hand, opened it, and nodded with satisfaction .

   took another look at the warlock who was blind in one eye.

   The Gorefiend in black armor let out a suspicious snort, and said:

   "You! You look familiar, where have I seen you? You used to be a member of the Shadow Council?"

   "Yes, Lord Tarongol."

  Evil Eye glanced at the Great Skull Tome belonging to Gul'dan hanging from the Gorefiend's armor belt. A surprise flashed in his one eye, but it was well concealed by himself.

   then bowed his head respectfully and replied:

   "I was a High Warlock of the Shadow Council and now serve Warchief Red.

  I studied magic with you, and I went to that haunted place with Gul'dan. Broken Shore is really dangerous, and the danger there is not just the demon in the grave, but some other dark creatures.

  I know you are powerful, but you must take care of your body, pay attention to safety, and never take it lightly. "

   (end of this chapter)