"First of all, it's about Regan's encounter in the Plaguelands," Varian took the letter from the attendant and showed it to everyone. "Back then, we all thought that the Knights of the Silver Hand had been completely wiped out, but in fact that was not the case.
One of the high-ranking commanders, High Lord Tirion Fordring, has been proven to still be alive and has been with Regan and the others for some time. This is his handwritten letter to me, which mentions that he has
Regan adopted him as his godson, and prepared to hand over the title and property inheritance to Regan’s decision.”
"Tirion?" Tyrande was surprised, "Didn't he be deprived of the power of the Holy Light because he shielded the orc prisoners?"
Regan nodded and said: "Yes, but according to Lord Fording himself, after he rescued the dying orc, the Holy Light returned the power to him again, and it was even much stronger than before."
"Your Majesty Elune!" the high priest sincerely praised, "This is simply an incredible miracle. Could it be that the Holy Light believes that orcs can also be blessed?"
"It seems like this to me..." Regan was about to explain his opinion, but was abruptly interrupted by Varian.
"Okay, there are no other parties involved in this matter. Maybe Tirion relied on his piety to gain the favor of the Holy Light," the Storm King waved his hand impatiently, obviously unwilling to talk more about the orcs.
question, "Continue to tell me about your experiences in the Plague Land. I think everyone will be very interested in what happened to you after that."
"Yes, Your Majesty, to put it simply, we met the death knights of Ebon Blade Fortress," Regan scanned the different expressions of the leaders around him, "or to be more precise, they are the death knights who are the abandoned sons of the Lich King.
Under the leadership of leader Darien, they launched an attack on the Holy Light's Hope Chapel in an attempt to destroy the Silver Dawn army guarding there."
"Abandoned son?" Arch Druid Fandral, who had never spoken, shook his head, "As far as I know, the Knights of Acherus in Ebon Blade Fortress have always been the Lich King's most valued combat force, how could he possibly
Are you going to throw away the Ace Troops like garbage?"
"This is the fact, Your Excellency Archdruid," Regan bowed to him and continued, "The Lich King's plan is to attack the chapel to attract Lord Tirion, and then turn this powerful paladin into a
They become his powerful minions, so in this way, the relatively weak Black Blade Knights become dispensable props."
"So, the Lich King's plan must be miscalculated?" Tyrande asked with a smile.
"Hey, it's not just a miscalculation, dear lady," Magni, who already knew what happened, took over, "and that bastard from Alsace was seriously injured by Regan, and he is probably hiding in his small castle now.
I'm licking my wounds!"
"What?" "Elune, please!" The two elf leaders stood up in shock and looked at Regan again in disbelief.
"This is simply unbelievable..." Tyrande's eyes widened and he shook his head, "If this was not said by His Majesty Magni himself, I would never believe it... I remember that just a few months ago, Lord Regan was still here
Dustwallow Swamp was ambushed by Grimtotem, and I didn’t expect it to grow to such an extent now!”
"Thank you for the award. In fact, this is the result of the help of many knights of the Silver Dawn and some chance coincidences," Regen politely thanked you. "But there is another piece of news that I think is more important to you - that is Black Frontier.
The knights have announced that they are leaving the Scourge and are joining the Silver Crusade formed by Lord Tirion to go north to Northrend to defeat the Lich King!"
"And the Scarlet Crusaders in the Eastern Plaguelands have left Tire's hands. Their goal should be the same as the Knights of the Ebon Blade, heading towards Northrend!"
Tyrande frowned after listening to Regan's words, and looked at Varian in confusion: "Your Majesty, what do you think caused all these people to rush to Northrend? If Lord Tirion and Ebon Blade are
Because the knights knew that Arthas was injured, they thought they could take advantage of it, but where did the Scarlet Crusaders come from?"
"I don't know much more than you do, Your Majesty Tyrande," Varian waved his hands regretfully, "But judging from the letter Tirion gave me, he said that Arthas reminded everyone before leaving,
An unpredictable disaster is about to happen to Azeroth. If we take it lightly, the entire continent may repeat the disaster that happened thousands of years ago!"
Before everyone could digest the previous information, they were shocked by this bombshell.
"Your Majesty Varian, I don't think what Arthas said is believable," Fandral glanced at Tyrande who was meditating, stood up and spoke loudly, "Causing the enemy's suspicion and concerns has always been his specialty.
, I think most of the so-called disaster this time is just a lie by him."
"Lord Fandral, I understand what you mean, but in fact Arthas did not deceive us," Regan explained. "On the way back to Stormwind City, we accidentally encountered a group of Syndicate bandits.
They sneaked into the wetland with the intention of intercepting and killing them, but fortunately, I found some clues before they took action, and in turn wiped them out in one fell swoop, and also discovered a strange thing."
"Oh? Tell me." Varian and Magni didn't know this either, so the two kings asked curiously.
"Originally, the leader of this team was a nobleman named Faculest. He had a high status when the Kingdom of Auckland was not yet conquered, so he was convinced by the Syndicate. However, according to the captured prisoners, the one who is now in charge of power is
But there is another person named Otto." Regan said as he looked at the leaders.
"And the wonderful thing is precisely here. That Otto is not a noble of the kingdom. His true identity is a genuine black dragon!"
Upon hearing this, Magni's eyes froze, but seeing that everyone was listening carefully, he immediately returned to normal.
"Since Onyxia's death, the highest-ranking black dragon in Azeroth has been her eldest brother, Nefarian, the King of Blackstone." Regan continued his analysis, "In my humble opinion, although it is not
Excluding his desire to avenge his sister, the most important thing may not be this... In my opinion, all of this has nothing to do with the Dark Iron dwarves who died at the hands of the Syndicate!"
"How do you say this?" Magni finally moved and asked with a frown.
"People say that there are two monarchs in Blackrock Tower, one is Nefarian in Blackwing Lair, and the other is Ragnaros, the Fire Lord deep in Blackstone Abyss. Although the battle between the two has never stopped,
But it has always been limited to local battles in Blackstone Tower, and rarely happens outside their sphere of influence. I have reason to guess that one of them should be ready to really take action!" Regan explained in a deep voice.
"But even if they take action, what does it have to do with us?" Fandral seemed to be uninterested in the struggle between two unrelated powers and asked somewhat nonchalantly.
"I think there's something very relevant here..." Magni stood up from his seat and walked to the center of the hall with an ugly face, "First of all, please allow me to apologize to everyone. Everything that Knight Reagan guessed just now,
In fact, I already have definite evidence, and I can tell you with certainty that Blackstone Mountain is now in a fierce fight!"
Everyone saw an unprecedented solemnity on his face, and Tyrande couldn't help asking: "Your Majesty, could you please explain to us in detail why the war between the Flame Lord and the Blackstone King is related to our safety?
?”
"This starts with my daughter Moira," Magni took out the badly folded letter from his arms and handed it to Varian. "She was attacked by the Dark Iron Dwarves and her whereabouts are unknown. At that time,
I didn't want to trouble you, so I announced to the outside world that she had joined the Dwarf Archaeological Association for an expedition, and secretly sent spies to keep asking for information about her, but found nothing. Just when I was about to give up, a letter signed by her appeared in front of me.
On hand…”
"Moira said in the letter...she's pregnant!?" Varian raised his head in surprise, "Haha, brother, you are going to be a grandpa!"
"Don't be too happy too early," Magni said coldly, "Keep reading, I think you will be even more 'surprised'!"
Varian continued to look down as he was told, and the joy on his face gradually dissipated, replaced by confusion and worry: "Holy Light, how can she marry Daglan? This will affect the iron furnace in the future.
Who will inherit the castle?"
"I knew that giving birth to a daughter would be a waste sooner or later!" the dwarf snorted coldly, but when he saw that the faces of the ladies present were not very good, he stopped angrily.
"Calm down, brother, let's see what she says next..." Varian turned to the next page of paper and frowned inadvertently, "The Dark Iron dwarves have already started a war with the black dragon? And... Daglan
Announced the recall of Lord Qin from various places, but the black dragon army has invaded the Blackstone Abyss a few days ago. At this time, the dwarf army is resisting the opponent's attack with all its strength... Well... Moira also hopes that you can put aside your prejudices and send troops to help the Dark Iron dwarves..."
"Snapped!"
Magni slammed the table angrily and cursed loudly: "Look, this is the good daughter I gave birth to. I told her before that I had offspring from an enemy, and that I would inherit the Bronzebeard family after I become a braid."
All the inheritance! Okay, here she just finished her arrogant announcement, and then she ordered us to help her bastard husband! It’s really unreasonable!”
Regan and Varian looked at each other in confusion, neither knowing how to persuade this angry father. Although Magni was a rare moderate among the Bronzebeard dwarves, he rarely interacted with the Black Iron during his hundreds of years in power.
The dwarf is ready to go to war, but now that his daughter has been made pregnant by others, she actually wants her father to acknowledge the status of this bastard with her elbows facing out. Thinking about it, even a good-tempered person cannot agree.
Just when the atmosphere in the hall fell into embarrassment, the loud sound of the guards outside the fortress came in.
"Lord Theramore, Ms. Jaina Proudmoore, the master of Dalaran, asks for an audience!"