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The old wizard knew that this was crazy. Medivh died, right in front of him, and Lothar was also present. What future could he have? But he should indeed thank Kardigah, because it was Kardigah who helped him get rid of the control of the Dark Titan, and Sargeras was likely to have been exiled from Azeroth forever. It sounded like a dream. Kardigah felt that he had saved the world, but he often felt sad for his mentor Medivh. He still remembered that when he was sent to Karazan two years ago, the powerful guardian saw through his identity as a spy at a glance, but Medivh finally accepted him as an apprentice. This was an unexpected surprise. Kardigah was sometimes proud of his title as a guardian apprentice.

Medivh's death was a major loss to the whole world, but Kardga couldn't help but burst into anger when he remembered everything Medivh did to himself and others.

Kardgar is very conflicted, his mind is in chaos. Is he grateful to Medivh? Sad, proud? Or angry? And besides his thoughts about Medivh, he also has to think about a lot.

He opened his eyes and found that Losa was looking at him with concern.

"It's all over," the warrior said.

Yes, it's all over. He's back to Lordaeron now, and maybe in a few days he'll return to Dalaran, which is his home. He thought he would become a high-level mage under Medivh's teachings and then return to Lordaeron in a glorious way, but now he's ragged and doesn't look like a mage at all. He's about to go to Lordaeron to talk to others about saving the world, which is really dramatic.

"What is enough for us to arrive at Lordaeron?"

"We meet the king directly." Lothar looked at the sleeping Varian. "I have met King Terenas once, and I'm not sure if he still remembers me, but he must remember Varian. We must unite all people and face the upcoming war together."

War? Nathanos's heart beats a little, and many people will die.

“What should we do?”

"I want to talk to all the rulers in this land, and believe that King Terenas will call them."

Calling all the rulers? Nathanos finds this funny.

"Attacking the apology of disturbing your conversation, you said you would gather all the rulers?" Nathanos asked.

“Yes, is there any problem?”

"I have never seen any country visit Lordaeron since I was born. King Terenas has always visited other countries." Nathanos replied, pointing to the northwest and adding: "The place is called Gilness, and I have tried to enter this country, but I was driven out at the outpost."

Losa looked ugly and asked to Kadega, "Is the relationship between several countries here bad?"

"It's bad to be exact." Kardga agreed with Nathanos's words. "Of the human countries, Lordaern is the strongest country, because he has been supported by Kurtiras and Dalaran, and he has always maintained his overlord status. But Gilness is also vast in territory and is the only country that can compete with Lordaern, and the relationship between the two countries does not seem to be harmonious."

"As long as they are not enemies of each other," Lothar replied, as Nathanos expected. "We must make them aware of the threat, and no country can stand alone against powerful tribes. Stormwind has been destroyed and no other country can repeat the same mistakes. People must unite and fight together."

Kadega seemed to see the Stormwind City General who had been galloping on the battlefield again, and he nodded. "I hope they can hear it."

"They will definitely listen."

‘I hope they can listen.’

Finally, Nathanos thought. Although he had never seen the tribe in Lothar's mouth, his power to destroy a country must not be a simple threat. If the rulers cannot reach an agreement or turn a deaf ear, it will have catastrophic consequences. He did not continue to talk to the people in the carriage, and he also asked Stephen to shut up and listen carefully. In a word, the tribe would destroy everything here, just like the Stormwind.

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Stormwind City, the once majestic city walls have been ruined, and smoke is everywhere. The city has fallen. A black figure stands on the tower, enjoying its own victory, and the fragments below are all in sight. The sun shines on him through the clouds, and his skin shows a green luster under the light. Long black hair is braided and sways on both sides of his firm face. His fangs are prominent under his lips, and the black plate armor is decorated with gold edges to set off his identity.

Orgrim Destruction Hammer, his legendary weapon placed on the back, the huge black hammer can send any enemy to another world with just one blow.

The great chief of the tribe roared in the face of the ruins of Stormwind City. This was the call of war and the joy of victory. The sound echoed in the gap between buildings. Below, his warriors, the warriors of the tribe, and the warriors who were searching for fish that escaped the net in the city heard his voice resounding through the sky, and looked up at the figure that ruled the world. Orgrim roared again, and the orcs burst out cheering, and the whole tribe was paying the highest respect for their leaders. This was their conquest. Asxs., they did it, under Orgrim's leadership.

At this time, two strong orcs brought a thin and thin person behind Orgrim on a stretcher. The wrinkled face of this "little guy" was covered with dark cloak. He had no breath, and others thought he was dead, but Orgrim knew that he was still alive, at least now. Just the moment he was carried to Orgrim, everything seemed to reverse. The orc took a breath. Although the long-lost air smelled smoke, it was enough to make him awake. The two strong orcs in charge of carrying the stretcher immediately grabbed his hands and pressed him to kneel in front of Orgrim before he could react. His eyes were a little dull and gradually recovered.

"Is this?" He was a little puzzled by the current situation. "Where am I?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black shadow appeared in front of him, and the direct sunlight made him unable to see the other person's face.

"Who are you?"

"You're awake? Gul'dan!"

Lordaeron

The itinerary for a few days was over, and Nathanos's carriage had arrived. Lothar looked at the silver-white city wall and couldn't help but exclaim. Lordaeron did not look as strong as Stormwind City, but two words were reflected from the inside out, noble. This also made Lothar very worried. If the tribe came here, with the open plain, he could launch a frontal attack on the formation.
Chapter completed!