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Seeing Lordaeron, Lothar compared it with Stormwind City without any comparison. Unlike inland countries like Lordaeron, Stormwind City has its own port. In order to resist the sea breeze, the white stone walls of Stormwind City are built very high and polished very smoothly. Lordaeron does not have an environment like Stormwind City. It is more elegant and sacred.

“It’s really spectacular.”

"Yes." Kardga agreed, "but I prefer warmer tones now, it's really a bit ~, cold."

"We will end this journey soon," said Lothar. The young Prince Varian stayed by his side. Looking at the city in front of him, which was as gorgeous as Stormwind, he whispered: "Will the people here accept us?"

This is the first thing he said when he came here. Lothar thought about how to answer this question, but in the end he focused on Nathanos.

"I have never seen King Terenas," replied Nathanos, looking at Varian. "But I believe he is nobler than the residents of the South Sea Town."

Hearing the answer, Loza relaxed a little.

A few minutes later, they came to the suspension bridge at the gate of Lordaeron. The soldiers who were waiting here had seen them long ago. A soldier came over and came to Lossa. Through the cracks in his helmet, Lossa saw that the face was very young. Obviously, the soldier had never experienced the battle. At this time, the distance between him and Lossa was completely within the range of the sword swing. If he was facing the enemy, he might have been dead.

"Welcome, His Majesty the King has received the news from Nanhai Town, and he is waiting for you in the Throne Hall."

"Thank you so much."

"Follow me." Nathanos said, walking in front, "I know how to go."

Kardga's view of him changed, Nathanos did know the way and did not ask anyone at all.

"Please don't mind."

"What?" asked Lothar.

Nathanos hesitated for a moment and continued, "The soldiers, they have never experienced a life-and-death battle, so they look very lax."

"I didn't want to say this at first, but I still want to ask, is there no enemy in the land of Lordaeron that is worthy of the soldiers' weapons?" asked Lothar.

"Sadly, no. The only threatening trolls did not regard humanity as their main enemy, they were fighting for land with the elves of the north."

“This is really bad.”

They stopped at a crossroads.

"Stephen, it's time for you to go home."

"Ah?" my cousin made a disappointed voice, "I want to go to the palace, too."

"No, this is not a joke, go home immediately." Nathanos pointed in the direction of the Candy House.

"Stingy."

Stephen dropped these three words and turned around and ran away. Nathanos said in shame: "I'm sorry, I've been delaying some time."

"It's okay, I believe we're coming soon."

“Yes, right in front.”

He came to the palace smoothly, and someone had been waiting for them, and this man named Nathanos knew him. He smiled when he saw Nathanos, but immediately put away his smile because Nathanos was surrounded by three distinguished guests who had just experienced the war.

Lothar also noticed him. This man was different from an ordinary soldier. He must have experienced many battles. His slightly white beard proved this. Nathanos bowed to him, whispered something in the man's ear. The other party nodded, walked to Lothar and saluted Lothar.

"Hello, Sir Lothar, I am Uther, the Royal Consultant of Lordaeron. I have been waiting here for a long time on the order of His Majesty the King."

"I'm sorry, Uther, it's an honor to see you, but I have something more urgent to meet His Majesty the King."

"Please come with me," Uther said, then looked at Nathanos, gave him a look and asked him to follow. Nathanos originally thought he had nothing to do and was about to leave. I wanted to go to Stephen to make sure that the little devil had not gone to other places to cause trouble, or to return to Nanhai Town to find Leren. He must need help taking care of the refugees. But the mentor meant that he was still needed here, and he had to stay.

Through the outer door of the palace, we walked into a wide courtyard. It was almost an outdoor garden with strings of pavilions on both sides. Lothar believed that during festivals, these private rooms must be crowded with people. At the end of the courtyard, there were gates one after another, now all were open to the Throne Hall. There was a bell tower in front of the Throne Hall, and the bells rang here every day, echoing in the streets and alleys of Lordaeron, telling the people that it was already night.

The whole picture of the Throne Hall exudes majesty like the name. Its vault is high above, with corners hidden in the shadows. The whole room is round, surrounded by arches and cylinders. Golden sunlight shines in from the glass in the center of the vault, lit up the complex pattern on the ground: a series of rings tied together, each with different, and a triangle is engraved with the golden emblem of Lordaeron. There are several indoor balconies hanging from the walls, which are dedicated to the nobles during the meeting, and may also be provided to some VIPs. Nathanos's view is different from him. He first came here, and after his first glance, he thought it was full of tactical value. Just a few archers could easily snipe any corner in the hall in those vantage positions.

On the other side of the pattern is a round platform. At the end of its concentric staircase is a huge throne, like it is made of a special material. The surface is flat and the corners are full of strength and momentum. A tall figure sits on the chair, his golden hair is slightly white, his eyes are slightly wrinkled, but his eyes are still bright, the crown on his head is thorny, and three purple gems are inlaid with purple gems. This is a very suitable king, and Lothar immediately realizes that the king did not wear a gorgeous robe like others, nor a gem-inlaid cane, he is wearing light golden armor, as if ready to fight at any time. A king like Ryan, who will fight for his people without hesitation. Lothar rekinds hope in his heart, and he believes that the clear eyes of the king can see the truth.

"Welcome!" Terenas's voice was loud and loud, showing Lordaeron's demeanor. "Please explain your purpose when you come from afar."

"Your Majesty." Lothar bowed deeply to him. "I am Anduin Lothar. I believe you should have received the news from Nanhai Town. I don't need to say more about the specific details. I want to say another thing first. This is Prince Varian, the hope of the future of Stormwind."

Prince Terenas looked at the little boy, and obviously his voice just now scared him.

"I sympathize with your country's experience. I have asked someone to transport the necessary supplies to the town of Nanhai. Lordaeron will not stand by and watch with any compatriots in trouble."

"You are a wise king." Lothar could finally smile.

"Now let's talk about more important things, Lothar. What's going on with the tribe you mentioned in your letter?"

"I cannot explain it clearly in a short time. It would be too late to explain everything. King Terenas, I ask you to call the rulers of other human kingdoms immediately, and ask them to come here, and I will talk to them and you in detail, so that you can save valuable time."

"Call all the kings? That must be a very important thing."
Chapter completed!