Regen was awakened by a muffled groan in his ears, and saw Varimathras staggering back with a sullen expression, an incredible look in his eyes - if he hadn't known in advance that this was just a trick of the devil, he would have almost been killed.
Deceived by this realistic acting
"As expected of a powerful dragon-slaying warrior, even his mental ability is so outstanding!" The Dread Lord said in a deep voice, which sounded very unwilling to others, "I am not as good as others, so I am willing to surrender!"
As soon as these words came out, all the undead in the audience were in an uproar. It was amazing that a mere mortal could defeat the great apothecary's creation. Now, even Lord Varimathras is willing to defeat him. Could it be that another new generation will be born in the mainland from now on?
The pinnacle of human strength?
"Quiet!" Nathanos suppressed the noise of the undead, turned around and said to the Queen of Darkness, "Your Majesty, Knight Regan has completed the three challenges stipulated by us, can he take away these Crusaders as agreed?
?”
"This is natural. Neither Undercity nor I will break our trust," Sylvanas stood up from the throne, looked at Regan and said, "Young knight, you can defeat three of my best in succession.
My minister, whether it is your strength or courage, you have won the respect of the subjects of the Undercity and me - as we agreed before, you can take these crusaders away without any obstruction within the sphere of influence of the Kingdom of Darkness!
"
"Praise for your kindness, Your Majesty the Queen!" Regan couldn't hide the joy on his face, "I can't think of any words to describe your broad mind. Stormwind City will also remember your Majesty's great kindness!"
The knight turned his head and looked at Herod and White. The faces of the two Crusade leaders were also full of surprise and joy. The soldiers behind them cheered like victory. Perhaps at this moment, they were truly normal people.
Face your life with a mentality that is not based on the fanatical and deformed beliefs of the past.
——Half an hour later, outside the Undercity, the flag of the Forsaken was fluttering in the morning wind.
Sylvanas and her ministers personally sent Regan and his party out of the city gate. People who knew the Queen's character were a little surprised, because even if Chief Thrall came in person, the cold Banshee Queen was rarely so polite.
"Your Majesty, thank you and all the generals for sending me off. However, it is very windy and cloudy outside. Please take care of your body. With your instructions, we should be able to clear the rest of the way." Regen reined in his horse and said to the Queen of Darkness.
said gratefully
"It doesn't matter, the dead can't feel the cold," Sylvanas seemed to have no feeling for his hospitality, and only responded lightly, "It's thousands of miles away from Stormwind City, although the army of the Forsaken will not find it.
You are in trouble, but there is no guarantee that other forces think so, especially near the Arathi Highlands connecting Azeroth and the subcontinent of Lordaeron. Those Dark Iron dwarves have been very violent recently. I hope you and your friends can
Take care of yourself..."
"Thank you for the reminder, Your Majesty!" Although the Dark Queen's tone was indifferent, Regan still felt a little concerned about it - even the Banshee King who was indifferent to everything would have a tenderness that she herself could not detect.
"Oh, by the way, this should be returned to its original owner." Regan took out a dagger from his coat pocket, which was exactly the one Sylvanas gave him as a token yesterday.
The Queen of Darkness glanced at him and waved her hand nonchalantly: "I will never take back what I sent out, and this is not a magic weapon. Just take it as a souvenir to remember what you did in the Undercity.
promise…"
"Of course, the Alliance will never take advantage of your Northern Expedition to invade Lordaeron," Regan took over with a smile, "And I think that soon, His Majesty Varian and the leaders will make the same decision as you.
, after all, defeating the Lich King is the common goal of all races on the mainland."
"Very well, it's enough for you to remember this promise," Sylvanas nodded slightly, "Then you and your friends can leave Lordaeron, and I hope..." The Queen emphasized her tone here and looked around.
To the more than a thousand surviving Crusaders, "Never come back again!"
After that, she said goodbye to Sophie, turned around and walked towards the Undercity.
Regen smiled slightly and did not take this request to heart - the biggest dream of southern humans for more than ten years was to regain the homeland of Lordaeron and restore the glory of the Arathor Empire. How could this be given up to the undead... the living and the dead
, there will be a battle in the end
"Regan, this trip has been going well, so I won't send you away anymore," Nathanos walked forward and stretched out his hand hesitantly, "I hope we can meet again somewhere other than the battlefield...
"
"I still owe you a drink, don't you remember?" Regan smiled and held the opponent's jagged hand, "No matter what, we were once comrades who could rely on each other, no matter where we are in the future.
Even when we meet, I will never forget this friendship!"
A touch of emotion flashed across Nathanos' withered face. He reached out and patted the knight on the shoulder without saying a word.
"Lord Regan, I also wish you and all the human warriors a safe journey," at this moment, Varimathras' slightly harsh voice broke in, and the expressions of both Regan and the Withered One changed.
The Dread Lord walked over with a smile and said with a pun, "The road ahead is difficult and difficult, but the right to choose is in your own hands... With that said, I wish you a smooth return to Stormwind City and an official appointment.
The promotion is just around the corner!"
Regan nodded reluctantly and said to Nathanos: "Thank you all for seeing me off, then I will take my leave!"
After saying that, the knight waved his hand towards the long-awaited Crusaders, indicating that they were ready to leave - since he risked his own life to win three challenges in the Undercity, these thousands of warriors have automatically regarded him as their leader, and Hero
D and White are also happy to see this happen. After all, they are not commander material.
"Lordaeron, see you later!"
Ragen got on his horse and stared at the vicissitudes of the city, "Come, friends, the time to go home has come! Follow me back to Stormwind City, back to the beautiful Elwynn Forest! Back to your fellow humans!"
All the Crusader soldiers responded to the order with a bang, riding on their horses with the red logo removed, heading south like a torrent. These warriors have been living under the care of the undead for many years, and now they know that the Kingdom of Stormwind in the south has risen again.
, and even established a Justice League no less powerful than Lordaeron. The idea of returning to human society has never been so urgent as it is now.
They traveled day and night through the gloomy Silver Pine Forest and climbed over the steep Alterac Mountains. After a brief supply stop in Nanhai Town, they rushed non-stop to the legendary Arathi Highlands - the capital of the ancient human empire of Arathor.
place of establishment
About three thousand years ago, when the high elves were resisting the fierce attack of the troll army for survival, the human nomads on the continent of Lordaeron were fighting to consolidate their own tribal territories. These primitive tribes
No regard for honor or racial solidarity when attacking settlements of other ethnic groups
When they attacked each other, the trolls coming from the north also seriously disrupted their lives. Therefore, a tribe named Arathi took the lead in proposing a joint resistance against the trolls. However, other short-sighted tribes did not realize this.
, instead they thought that the Arathi tribe intended to annex themselves, so they put forward such ridiculous opinions.
So the leaders of Arathi had to take military measures. It took them six full years to defeat all other tribes with outstanding wisdom and force. Every time they conquered a tribe, the Arathi tribe gave peace to the people they conquered.
life and equal rights, thus winning the loyalty of the defeated
In the end, the Arathi tribe accommodated many various tribes, and their troops quickly grew. They were confident that they could defeat the troll army on their own, and even the isolated elves if necessary.
The warlords of Xi decided to build a powerful fortress city in southern Lordaeron.
This city-state called Rapids became the country of the Arathi people - the capital of Arathor. With the prosperity of Arathor, humans from all over the continent traveled thousands of miles to settle in the safe and reliable City of Rapids, bringing this Arathi city to their homeland.
The pearls of Xerath are dotted with even more sparkle
Thousands of years later, the huge empire has long since disappeared over time, and now only the ruins of the majestic Stromgarde remain. Syndicate thieves and ogre tribes appear in the midst of the endless battle with the remaining human defenders.
melee
"Hush!"
Regen reined in his horse in front of the dilapidated city gate and asked his companions, "We have been traveling for four days and nights. It's time to find a place to rest. Although this place is dilapidated, it can be used as a temporary camp."
So, what do you think?"
"I agree..." Sophie, who was already tired, yawned and said
"I don't have any objections either," Roxas patted his mount, "This warg almost broke its leg, and it really needs a rest!"
"Okay, let's go to the city first to explore the way. Sam immediately tells Lord Herod behind him and asks him and the large army to prepare the equipment for camping." Regen nodded and said
"As you command, my lord!" Little Sam gave a military salute, then turned around and ran back. Regan led Sophie and Roxus and continued towards the city.
The protracted Third War destroyed most of the human nations, and Stromgarde, under the leadership of the wise Trollbane family, miraculously repelled the Scourge that invaded their homeland, but at the same time they also paid huge casualties.
Some warriors listened to the advice of Archmage Jaina and followed this far-sighted female lord across the Endless Sea westward, defeating the Burning Legion's invasion of the mainland in Kalimdor.
The number of warriors who continued to stay in Stromgarde was less than three thousand. Under the leadership of Prince Garin Trollbane, they, together with the mysterious Syndicate organization and the Stonefist Ogres, each occupied part of the ruins and barely maintained their position.
A situation of no war and no peace
In addition, these humans still maintain a base in the Refuge Valley near the highlands, fighting to retake the Arathi Basin from the Forsaken. These proud people regard themselves as an independent organization. Although they do not accept the leadership of Stormwind City,
still consider themselves a member of the alliance
"call out!"
A loud arrow was accurately inserted in front of the hoof of Regen's horse, frightening the horse to the point of neighing.
"Everyone in front, stop. You have entered the cordon of Stromgarde's defense forces. If you do not retreat within ten breaths, you will be killed without mercy!" Regan, who was calming the horses, looked up and saw a human troop in red armor in front.
A hundred yards away, he was looking at them with his bow.
"Are we under the command of Prince Garen of the Arathor Alliance in front?" Regan shouted loudly, "We are all subjects of Stormwind City. We are here just to find a place to camp, and we have no ill intentions towards you!
"
"Under the rule of Stormwind City?" A young man with slightly gorgeous armor sneered. He seemed to be the leader of this army. "Your Excellency's lame lies are really funny. When did Stormwind City also have orc subjects?"
Regan looked embarrassed, turned around and glared at the innocent Roxas, and explained to him with some headache: "Please don't misunderstand, this orc is a family mercenary hired by me, not a member of the tribe, and I am also genuine.
Stormwind Soldiers"
"Really? Then tell me your name and unit number. Don't try to deceive me with lies!" the young man said in a stern tone.
"Of course, if that's what you want," Regan replied with a slight frown. Although he understood that the other party was also responsible, his aggressive attitude made the knight slightly unhappy, "Stormwind City Guards Lieutenant Colonel Kristen
.Legen, temporarily under the direct control of His Majesty Varian!" After saying this, he took out the officer's ID card and secretly threw it towards the opponent with his fingers.
"Snapped!"
The young man caught the card with no expression on his face, but he was secretly surprised at the opponent's power - he could throw the flimsy card a hundred yards with just the dark strength in his hand. It seemed that this good-looking guy was definitely not
What embroidered pillow
"Kristin...Kristin Regan..."
The man flipped through the thin identity card, his eyes widening. He finally remembered the name of the dragon-slaying knight that had been rumored throughout the continent some time ago. Could it be the person in front of him?
"Your Excellency...but the Christian knight who single-handedly rescued King Varian and slew the black dragon?" The young man closed his ID card and asked half in surprise and half in suspicion.
"It's guaranteed," Lei Gen didn't want to say more to him, so he just replied calmly.
"Ah! How disrespectful!" The man hurriedly signaled the guards to put down their crossbows, and walked a few steps to reach Regen. "I didn't expect to see the true face of the dragon-slaying knight here. This is Garin Trollbane.
, the highest commander of the Stromgarde Defense Force, it is an honor to meet you here!"