After Duque said this, all the generals trembled.
Duque was by no means an alarmist.
The Third War of The Dark Portal was the most destroyed kingdom since the establishment of the Alliance.
According to the original history, Lordaeron, Dalajan, and Cuel Salas were all trampled by the Death Knights and destroyed. And Stromgard, which had also left the Alliance a few years ago, although Rapidhold did not really fall this time, it was also greatly damaged, which directly led to the fragmentation of the entire kingdom.
After the Third War, including Alterac, which had long been in decline, humans would officially go from seven kingdoms to three pitiful kingdoms. Even if the Dalajan restored their kingdom later, the entire northern Lordaeron continent would be completely destroyed in the Eastern Kingdom.
Having seen the power of the plague of the Scourge, and seeing the soldiers who had just died, or even just bitten, and turned into zombies if they were not treated properly, Mograine and the others did not doubt the authenticity of what Duque said.
The only good thing was that the holy light could effectively deal with the undead and treat the wounds of the undead.
However, Mograine and Abbendis were more concerned about the future of Lordaeron.
"What will happen to His Majesty Menethil?"
Duque could not bear to tell the truth about Mograine's question. The cruelest thing in the world was killing one's own flesh and blood. Knowing that the first thing Arthas would do after returning was to stab Terenas in the heart, Duque still said slightly tactfully, "It's very dangerous."
For a loyal minister like Mograine, this was tantamount to a collapse of faith.
The modern people on Earth could not understand the ancient servants, slaves, and so on, who would sacrifice themselves for the family. In fact, when a family served another family for ten or twenty generations, that kind of unconditional obedience would be branded in the bones, engraved in the deepest part of the soul, and had become a part of the body instinct.
Looking at Mograine and Abbendis's pale faces, Duque could not bear to add to the pain.
However, Duque not adding to the pain did not mean that the cruel truth did not add to the pain.
Just when the big tent was silent, there was a sudden commotion outside the big tent.
"Report! Our men have rescued the captain of Lordaeron's guards, Lord Melev! "
Mograine suddenly came to his senses and shouted, "Quick! Please come in. "
Meleev was brought in on a stretcher. He was in very bad shape. His right arm was broken and was tied tightly with a belt as a tourniquet. There were seven horrifying wounds on his chest and abdomen that were so deep that bones could be seen. The wounds that had been sprinkled with a large amount of hemostatic powder were full of blood and dirt, and there was a lingering dark aura.
From the looks of it, he only had one breath left.
Even the guard captain of the Wang Clan was like this. The hearts of the generals in the tent sank to the bottom.
"Lord Molev! What the hell happened!? "
Molev's eyes turned red as he struggled to shout, "Arthas has become a Death Knight! He … he killed his father, His Majesty Menethil! Rotterdam is finished! "
In the midst of the intermittent conversation, Molev managed to reconstruct the entire incident.
All of a sudden, every general of the Rotterdam Kingdom in the tent lost control of their emotions.
Some wailed loudly.
Some swore revenge.
Some were in so much pain that they wished they were dead.
However, Alexandros Mograine just sat quietly on the main seat without saying a word. It was as if his soul had been sucked out, and he was as still as a stone statue.
Duque and Ilusia just stood there, not saying a word. They were not from Rotterdam, but now was the time for them to vent their emotions.
After a long time, everyone's emotions started to calm down. What replaced it was a burning desire for revenge.
Killing their father!
The world could not tolerate it!
This was a violation of all morals and conscience.
This was a declaration of war against human nature and emotions.
Perhaps the fact that Arthas had been tempted by a demon was something to be lamented about.
However …
That! Again! Like! What!?
Mograine looked at the generals of the Blood Cross Army who were clenching their fists and trembling as they walked to the military sand table. He almost ordered the entire army to move to Rotterdam City and take revenge on Arthas at all costs.
However, they were shocked to see Duque walk up and press down on the back of Mograine's hand.
"What are you doing?!"
Duque said in a low voice. "I'm stopping you from taking tens of thousands of elites to do stupid things!"
What a joke!
I didn't come back after so much trouble just to watch you die and watch you idiots send your elites to Arthas!
"Rotterdam is done for! Since the royal bloodline of Rotterdam has been severed, from today onwards, the Blood Cross will no longer listen to the Alliance. We will complete our revenge in our own way! "Mograine said resolutely.
"Duque! Don't stop us. At least we'll still be friends! "Abbendis immediately echoed.
Duque almost fainted. He knew that these two were brave men, and that they were not so stubborn. They would not have been tricked into forming the craziest organization to fight against the Scourge Army, but Duque was speechless at their foolishness.
Just thinking about it made him feel sad. After the three wars in history, almost all of the Five Silver Saints had fallen. Only Tirion Fordring, nicknamed 'Empress Dowager' was left …
Seeing Mograine grab the badge of the Alliance on his armor, as if he wanted to officially announce his departure from the Alliance, Duque felt a headache coming on.
Damn it, he could definitely mobilize the army from Stormwind. But the Northern and Southern Continents were so far apart, and the mobilization for war had not begun yet. By the time the troops arrived, it would be at least half a month. By the time all the soldiers and equipment arrived, it would be too late.
If the Blood Cross, the most capable and largest army in the entire Rotterdam, went to seek death, the situation in the Northern Continent would be beyond redemption.
In this oppressive atmosphere that almost froze the air, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through Duke's mind. Duque suddenly turned around and looked at Ilusia beside him. "Vanessa's team …"
Ilusia suddenly came to a realization as well. "They're in the East Elven Forest right now."
Originally, Duque had wanted to protect this secret until the end of time, so that the pure and beautiful woman could live a carefree life. But things did not go as he wished.
Sorry …
Duque took a deep breath and threw out a shocking bomb.
"Wait! Mograine, Abbendis, you swore to protect the royal family of Menethil, right?! "
"Yes! Of course, that doesn't include that filthy undying monster who killed his own father! "Mograine's eyes were bloodshot.
"Alright then. What I wanted to say is that the bloodline of the Menethil Royal Family has not been severed."
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