It was a word that made Duke feel very happy.
Before transmigrating, Duque had never thought that he would witness this moment in history.
The huge golden bell was rung, and the long iron chain pulled the gears and struck the bell, producing a melodious and pleasant sound that spread throughout the entire Rotterdam Kingdom.
In the east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest, north, and northeast, the rich Rotterdam Kingdom laid out a red carpet from the city gate to the Rotterdam Kingdom's capital for the kings and representatives of the eight kingdoms. Similarly, the soldiers of Lordaeron lined up neatly along the red carpet all the way to the capital.
Walking on the red carpet on the streets of the capital, there were girls on the second and third floor of the tall houses on both sides, scattering beautiful flower petals towards the streets, forming a beautiful rain of flowers.
The people of Lordaeron cheered, welcoming the kings and representatives of the various countries as heroes.
King Laing Wrynn of Stormwind.
King Aiden Pirenod of Alterac.
King Jean Greymain of Gilneas.
King Daelin Proudmoore of Kul Tiras.
King Solas Trollbane of Stormgard (Riptide Fortress).
Breaking Dawn Wizard Antonidas of the Dalajan Kirin Tor Tower Parliament.
High Elves represented Senator Dalkan of the Silver Moon Parliament.
Dwarves represented Prince Magni Bronzebeard of the Iron Furnace Castle.
Because the Iron Furnace Castle was besieged by the Orcs, King Madoran Bronzebeard could not leave, so he sent Magni, who was known as the King of Blacksmiths. Together with Muradin Bronzebeard, who was originally the ambassador of the Iron Furnace Castle in Lordaeron, Lordaeron now had two Dwarven Princes.
It could be said that other than the High Elves, all the countries sent their highest level leaders to attend.
This had never happened in the past thousand years. In a sense, this also represented the strength of Lordaeron.
The leaders of the eight countries arrived together, and King Terenas did not care who he welcomed first. He simply waited in the throne room for the leaders of the eight countries.
The eight doors of the Rotterdam Kingdom were all opened, and the leaders of the various countries entered the magnificent palace almost at the same time, stepping into the throne hall.
In the tall and spacious Gothic Throne Hall, the arches and pillars that were covered with pure white reliefs were the most beautiful works of art in themselves. The Master Artist used the reliefs to describe the story of Thoradin The Great's pioneering for mankind and the building of Lordaeron.
A huge seven-colored glass window hung at the top of the ceiling and in nine directions. Sunlight shone in, and the entire vault was filled with colorful and beautiful colors. The orange rainbow light blended with the amethyst-like light, and the ruby light and amber light complemented each other. The entire vault looked incomparably gorgeous.
Meanwhile, the lower half had the most scientific diffuse reflection system. Sunlight shone through the transparent, pure-colored glass windows and landed on the large stone balls suspended in the middle of the throne room. The light was then reflected onto every throne.
This kind of warm and mysterious radiance made everyone feel a mysterious sublimation of their souls.
He didn't make things difficult for anyone, nor did he look down on anyone. The 360-degree circular throne room was divided into nine equal parts. Terenas Menethil II stood in front of the throne in the north.
Terenas spoke as he watched the kings arrive in front of his seat.
"2,800 years ago, in order to fight against a common enemy — the Trolls, the human Arathor Empire and the High Elves' Cuel Salas Kingdom formed an alliance and established an eternal covenant. 1,200 years ago, although the Arathor Empire disintegrated for a better future, the human kingdoms were still united as brothers, and there has never been a war between the kingdoms. Now, we all have a common enemy — the Orcs. I hope that this time, we can reach an unbreakable and powerful covenant that unites the humans, elves, and dwarves. "
Menethil II's official declaration was not very exciting, but at least it was flawless. After everyone applauded, the kings and representatives sat down.
"Let me first report on the situation at Riptide Castle." Magni Bronzebeard's loud voice sounded first. The dwarves were known for their impatience.
For example, the dwarves used fishing rods. How about it? That didn't sound like a problem, right? The problem was that this so-called fishing rod was actually a gun. What, you use fishing nets to fish in the stream? The dwarves shot at any fish they saw in the shallow water, and all the fish died.
If they could blow up fish, they would not fish with nets.
If they could kill fish, they would not fish.
The dwarves' temperament was obvious.
Magni waved his hand, and the specially invited Dalajan mage immediately used a magic mirror to show the fierce battle at the gate of Iron Stove Castle.
In this world where swords and magic were the core, the dwarves' black technology was only second to the gnomes and gnomes. In the dwarven main force, there were dwarven cannons like mortars, dwarven steam tanks, and so on. Didn't it sound like a completely mechanized army?
The problem was that the Orcs were f * cking demolition workers!
An Orc warrior spun a huge four-meter-long iron pipe, thicker than a human leg, like a windmill. The dwarves relied on the mountain's terrain to make the five to six ton steam tank charge down the narrow mountain path. Unexpectedly, the berserk Orc swept it horizontally, and it exploded at the foot of the mountain.
When the dwarves fought against the Orcs, they were not much weaker in terms of strength, but in terms of size, they were at an absolute disadvantage. The Orcs swung those heavy weapons and smashed them down. In the crowded battlefield, the dwarves who had nowhere to hide could only take the hits.
The result was that the two sides repeatedly fought on the mountain path in front of the Iron Stove Castle's main gate.
The dwarves only fired one shot a minute or so, but it was very powerful. The Orcs also threw stones unreasonably. Not just the Orcs, but there were also the figures of larger, more terrifying strength and endurance of the Ogres in the tribe's formation.
The dwarves had suffered heavy losses.
Turning off the live stream, Magni slapped his hand on the handle of his custom-made and slightly less luxurious dwarf chair, giving Terenas a fright.
"Iron Stove Castle urgently needs reinforcements! What we need most are priests and medicine. Also, those damned Green Dwarfs ruined our farmland. Our entire autumn harvest is ruined. We also need a lot of food. "
The dwarves were just that straightforward! They needed food! They needed medicine!
Terenas had to remind Magni, "We are now discussing the threat of the Horde. We need to confirm the need to form an alliance first, then discuss how to support each other and how to deal with the Horde."
"Alright! Then let's form the alliance. Where do we seal it? " With that, Magni took out a royal seal that was very characteristic of the dwarves — the hammer in his hand.
The human kings were all speechless.
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