The Canopy of the Undead in the sky had become the Calamity Army's signature attack.
Almost as soon as the black sky receded, on the city wall, the distant army formation began to reverberate with cheers like a tsunami!
The allies of the Rotterdam Kingdom were overjoyed, overjoyed!
Ever since Arthas killed his father, a huge stone had been weighing on the hearts of the people of Lordaeron.
Is Lordaeron going to be finished?
Is the Menethil Royal Family going to end?
Do we still have a future? Do we still have hope?
In the end …
Princess Kalia, who had been declared dead for more than a decade, magically appeared at the critical moment and stabilized the scattered hearts of the people.
Then, with the addition of the Dark Portal's frontline army, they finally managed to defend the last psychological support of the people of Lordaeron — the Holy City of Stratholme!
This directly raised the morale of the people of Lordaeron to the peak.
"Long live!"
"The Holy City bless us!"
"Long live His Excellency Duke Marcus!"
The soldiers, whether it was Mograine's elite Scarlet Cross Army, Saidan Dathrohan's Stratholme Army, or Turalyon's Dark Portal Frontline Army, were all cheering and raising their weapons high in the air.
"Clap clap! Clap clap! "The sword-and-shield soldiers beat their shields with their broad swords rhythmically, making a loud sound like a drum.
Surrounded by the three Paladins, Duque could only rely on the help of Mograine's personal guards to open the way to enter Stratholme through the crowded and fanatical crowd.
It was natural for old friends to reunite after a long time.
Unlike Mograine, this was the first time Saidan and Turayan had seen each other since Duque's return.
Although Turayan was more of a listener and a doer, he asked almost as soon as he saw Duque, "How are Theon and Gavinrad?"
"Not bad. At least those two can practice with each other, and then they can discuss the Holy Light with the Virgin Saintess."
"The Virgin Saintess? Does she sound like a beauty? "Sai Dan whistled a little frivolously.
Duque had a strange expression on his face. "If you ignore her height of more than 60 feet and her stone-like skin, as a Titan, she is indeed a beauty."
Saidan did not know much about Karazhan and was momentarily embarrassed. However, he who was a bit more lively and jumpy immediately laughed. "Then I really want to see who among us exceptional talents is stronger."
"It's a pity about Uther …" Turalyon suddenly sighed.
Among the first and second generation Holy Knights, other than Uther, there was no other leader who could suppress the other Holy Knights.
Logically speaking, the remaining six First Generation Holy Knights were all qualified.
Unfortunately, Reginald and Gavinrad were Duque's loyal subjects, Bolvar was loyal to Stormwind and not the Church of Holy Light itself, Turalyon was more of a commander than a spiritual leader, Saidan was more of a hero, and Theon had been silent for thirteen years and had yet to return.
As the leader of the second generation of Holy Knights, Alexandros Mograine did not have enough experience.
Therefore, in the post-Uther era, the Silver Hand was more like a cooperative organization.
Fortunately, under the pressure of the common enemy of the living like the Scourge Army, the Holy Knights were still closely united.
After entering Stratholme, in the temporarily commandeered command center in the city center, Mograine was the first to voice his concerns.
"The Scourge Army's actions are too unusual."
Turalyon nodded. "I also feel that it's too quiet. Although there is not enough information to support it, it gives me a bad feeling. I feel that Arthas is plotting something bigger. "
Duque sighed. "Arthas once took over the Sunwell, but let go of this incomparably precious source of mana in our eyes. He only revived another great lich, Kel 'Thuzad, and then left. Don't you think this can explain one thing? "
The answer was already obvious.
"They don't care about the Sunwell because they have a better goal, which is the new Well of Eternity that is closer to the original."
"What? Where? "the three Holy Knights asked in unison.
Arriving in front of an empty table, Duque raised his hand, and a dozen Hands of Magic cleared away all the junk on the table. He then spread out a map of Azeroth that he had drawn from memory on the table.
Of course, there were only three continents — the Eastern Kingdom, the Northrend, and the Kalimdor continent. The places that were not widely known at this stage had been fooled by Duque by pretending that they did not exist.
"This is …" The breathing of the generals quickened.
The drawing of every map was a huge amount of work. Moreover, it could be misled by old maps, the weather, and all kinds of magical accidents that caused the drawing of the map to be very inaccurate.
No one knew the importance of an accurate map better than these generals who had been leading troops all year round.
Now, this big map that Duque had made based on his memory in the game was four meters by four meters in size.
Although the making of the map … was very characteristic of the game, in this era, even the military maps only had rough black lines. Compared to Duque's map, which had specific places, regional boundaries, and major monsters, it was simply a national treasure.
This was not a joke. If it wasn't for the fact that the Alliance had been fighting as a whole for the last ten years, the specific topographic maps of each country would still be hidden in the military headquarters of each country.
Duque pointed to the place in his memory on the map. "I don't know what the Scourge Army is going to do. But if those bones want to go to the Well of Eternity, then they have to at least find a way to cross the Endless Sea to reach Azshara, then break through the powerful Night Elves' defense circle, and finally reach Mount Hyjal. "
The World Tree, Nordrassil!
Thinking of the most powerful World Tree of this era, Duque couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
All right!
The stage and script were ready.
When would the actors come on stage?
At this moment, in the Dalajan City.
Arthas walked in the ruins of the city. The dark clouds that had accumulated in the sky above the city turned it into a cold eternal night.
It felt good to be back in the cold. The Elven Kingdom of Eversummer was filled with the fragrance of flowers and vitality, making him feel uncomfortable. It always reminded him of the Lordaeron Palace Garden that he used to play with Jaina when he was young, and of the goldfish in Barnil's farm.
Now he liked this place even more. The ruins played out decadence, death, and despair.
The cold wind cleansed him, and the cold suppressed those memories.
The emotions brought by the memories no longer had any benefits to him. It only brought weakness, and in Arthas Menethil's heart, there was no room for weakness.
Suddenly, Kel 'Thuzad came. He bowed with his bony body. "Everything is ready."
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