Silence slowly fermented, and no one spoke out to break the deadly silence.

Earl Katrana, sitting upright in her seat, looked around, her eyes swept across the leaders of all races present, and her expressions were all in her eyes. The corners of her mouth were slightly curled up, revealing an undetectable smile.

She got up and left her seat, walked slowly to the center of the venue, and said softly:

"The coalition military appearance is now the strongest armed force in the northern border. At present, we occupy the dangerous places from the barrier of the blood elves to the south bank of Lake Lordamir, the southern part of the Silver Song Forest, with strong troops and abundant supplies. We can launch a huge war against the undead occupied area at any time. Although I am a woman and do not know how to march and fight, dear lords, in my opinion, if a conflict with the Forgotten is destined to be inevitable, why not take the initiative?"

The gentle and gentle voice seemed to have magic that penetrated people's hearts, making the listener feel involuntarily identified.

"Ms. Presto is right. The undead just experienced a civil war. We should take this opportunity to attack Tirisfa, completely destroy them, and restore Lordaeron's land!" Lordaeron's remnant representative nodded and echoed.

Bad was a military nobleman from the Kingdom of Lordaeron. During the Second War, he was a long-standing military general in the old alliance. He was a little bald when he was middle-aged. His broad Lordaeron-style robe could not hide his burly body that had been tempered by the battle formation, giving people a very rough look.

Originally, the representative of the Lordaeron survivor was not him, but a respected old nobleman. However, because the latter disappeared strangely not long ago, Bad was expected to be the most popular speaker, and naturally became the spokesperson representing the overall interests of Lordaeron's survivors and came to attend the summit of the coalition forces of various clans.

This person is a pro-war faction within the coalition forces of various clans, and has always advocated starting a war with the Forgotten. He even threatened that even without the help of the coalition forces, they would counterattack Tirisfa with the support of the Storm Kingdom and conquer the lost territory. At present, they have begun to arm the arms sent by the Storm Kingdom and train new troops.

It is worth mentioning that all the remains of Lordaeron are grateful to the Countess Katrana.

After fleeing to the Arachi Heights, they lacked food and clothing, and assistance from other races and countries was far from being able to get everyone out of trouble.

Katrana not only convinced King Varian, who had been unwilling to participate in the war rashly, let the strong Storm Kingdom fight side by side with the coalition forces of the tribes, but even generously donated money to disperse all the family's wealth, purchased a large amount of food, tents and other necessities, and sent it to the Alachi Highlands by water, helping them survive the difficulties in the first few months.

In the minds of the remains of Lordaeron, this countess from a foreign land is even worth following than Princess Galia who abandoned her people.

Of course, in the eyes of leaders of all races at the coalition summit, Katrana's purpose is not so simple.

It is a timely help and win people's hearts. For a strong woman who has controlled the government affairs of the kingdom for only twelve years and is regarded as the right-hand man by King Varian. But when she incited the hatred of the remains of Lordaeron, she promised to give all her strength to help them win this war against the dead, and then recalled the series of strange events that had happened before...

The bigwigs at the summit knew that if she was the initiator of all this, she might have revealed her fangs, but she had not collected any evidence to expose her behind-the-scenes conspiracy.

"War with the Forgotten is not a rational choice," Tirio Fording said in a deep voice. "The longest threat to the northern border and even the entire world is still the Scourge. If we are trapped in the quagmire of war with the Forgotten, and were seriously injured by the devastating spell not long ago, we will have a precious respite. When the Lich King makes a comeback, what can we, who are already in a state of turmoil, use to fight against the Scourge?"

This remark won universal approval.

"Sir Tyrio, but the imminent question is right in front of you. It's not that we want to start a war, but that the Forgotten wants to start a war with us!" Bud held the handrail, leaned forward, and said excitedly.

Tyrio nodded slightly to express his agreement, turned to look at Kelthas and said, "If your argument about Sylvanas is correct, the Banshee King and the Free Undead under his command have unforgettable hatred for the Lich King, then they may also be looking forward to ending the Scourge's rule. At this point, we are no different."

"I agree," echoed Ansrem Ruinviwol of the Six-member Council of Kenretto, "I have ample reason to suspect that some people have tried to undermine the Northern Expedition plan by inciting wars between us and the Forsaken. Even the recent murders of messengers were premeditated frame-ups."

"Framed?" Bud couldn't help but be furious, "Master, do you think the forgotten will make peace with us?"

"I understand," Ansrem pressed his hands and signaled the other party to be calm, "Please don't misunderstand what I mean. I just said that there is no reason for the forgotten to show unreasonable hostility to us before they have gained a foothold and their own strength is far weaker than us. This is abnormal for a force that is already living in the cracks between the deceased and the living."

"Sir, this is not abnormal, because they are the undead!" Bud was obviously suppressing his anger.

Kelthas sighed secretly in his heart.

Before and after the birth of the Forgotten, everything was moving in a good direction. Angma said that he had a way to introduce the Forgotten into the coalition of all races. After all, all races in this land had a deep hatred for the Scourge. At least before the Scourge Legion was destroyed, the interests of both sides were consistent, and at that time, he could find a better place for the Forgotten. No matter how bad he was, he could completely control Sylvanas and avoid the worst outcome.

result……

Angma disappeared, and on his way to his mission, he disappeared in Storm City. Within a few months, there was no news. Quelthalas and Storm Kingdom sent all their forces to find no trace.

During this period, Katrana represented the Storm Kingdom and came to the coalition forces of all tribes. The situation took a sharp turn. The coalition forces and the Forgotten Ones were about to go to war, and the entire north was about to fall into the quagmire of war again.

"I will try to contact Sylvanas again, and hopefully we can confirm that the murder of the messenger is just a ulterior motive."

...

At the end of the meeting, leaders of all ethnic groups left one after another.

The fact that the long-planned Northern Expedition and instead went to war with the Forgotten is very extensive and extraordinary. Tirio's view is deeply recognized. If he falls into the quagmire of war, he will only miss the opportunity to eradicate the Scourge.

After Katrana arrived at the coalition, the situation took a sharp turn. The leaders of all races smelled the conspiracy, so naturally they would not be led by the nose. The first people who suspected the countess of the Storm Kingdom were the Blood Elves and Dalaran. Both sides had sent people to secretly investigate the origin of Katrana Presto.

After returning to the Blood Elf Camp in the southeast corner of the camp, just about to walk into his tent, the guards at the door reported: "Your Highness, you have visitors."

Kelthas nodded to show his knowledge. Unexpectedly, those who lifted the curtain and waited at the desk were not Romans who had gained something in his imagination, but the Kenry Totten Councillor Ronin, who had been missing for more than a month, and his old friend, Crassus, the elder of the Kenry Totten Council.

Kelthas couldn't help but frown slightly. In order to find them, the Blood Elf and Dalaran had put a lot of effort into finding them, and even suspected that some force had captured them and Angma. But now the two were standing in their tents, looking dull, as if they had been through an extremely long journey.

The prince keenly smelled a hint of heavyness...a different kind of heaviness. He nodded slightly to the two of them, "Crassus, Ronin. I'm glad to see you come back safely. Where have you been during this period?"

Crasus shook his head and said in an extremely sad tone: "This is not important, Kelthus, I must tell you an extremely heavy fact. Angma, he..."

Kelthas suddenly stared at him, "What's wrong with him?"

Thanks to Iskandal's donkey ears and Liuying Feixue's reward~
Chapter completed!