Chapter 513 End and Beginning
When Charlemagne was enjoying the squeeze of the high priest's expected body with a look of lovelessness, the battle in Zul'Gurub in the southern part of the Eastern Continent was basically over.
"Ha ha…"
Varian was gasping for Stromkar, and beside him was Vol'jin who was also in distress and Mathias Shaw who was sitting on the ground. Next to Vol'jin was another lying on the ground with a sharp chest The undulating, robust troll Varian knew as Rokhan.
The only ones standing now are Khadgar who came to provide friendly support and Benedictas who is still providing treatment for everyone.
The results of this epic team were placed on the wide platform in front of them, and a huge, ugly, strange monster similar to a wind snake lay motionless on the ground.
The cut, pierced, frozen and scorched wounds on the monster's body, as well as the messy ground on the surrounding platforms, fully demonstrated the intensity of the battle. If Varian hadn't seen the situation was wrong and gave up the assault of the large army, he would have been lying down on this platform. How many corpses of the coalition forces.
As a shadow hunter, Vol'jin has certain healing abilities. After initially healing his wounds, he helped Rokan to stand up with difficulty.
"Thank you for your assistance, King Varian, Jin'do's conspiracy is now completely bankrupt."
Varian took a breath and shook his head, "You don't need to thank me, we are cooperating with each other, but you should also know that once the threat of Zul'Gurub is gone, the competition between the Alliance and the Horde in Stranglethorn Vale will become fierce. Are you ready for war?"
Woljin grinned and showed a hearty smile, "Hehe, the tribe must expand its land in order to survive, and then we will each rely on our own abilities."
Varian stretched out his hand and held Vol'jin's outstretched hand heavily, "Okay! Then let's fight in this jungle with dignity! The next time we meet, we will be enemies!"
"It's a deal."
At the end of the Battle of Zul'Gurub, the situation in the northern part of the Eastern Continent changed again.
The reappearance of Tirion Fordring, one of the original Five Knights and former senior officer of the Silver Hand, dropped a heavy bomb on the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
And the news he announced afterwards detonated the resistance army in the entire Eastern Plaguelands.
"The Union Marshal Osmar Garithers, who is now entrenched in the territory of the Fording family in Hearth Valley, plots treason!"
Originally, this absurd information did not attract the attention of the soldiers, but with the support of the highest-ranking military officers in the Eastern Plaguelands, Abbydis and Baron Tyrosus, this news was gradually accepted by everyone. The odds of a very high heavyweight framing Garithers at the same time are simply too low.
Under the leadership of Tirion, with Baron Tyrosos staying at the Sodoril defense line, Abedis and Lafayette personally led the army to the Western Plaguelands, and launched an attack on Hearthglen from the main road. He also publicized Garithos's rebellious intentions to the soldiers defending this place and persuaded them to return when they lost their way.
When Tirion and others conquered the northern mountain logging camp and gathered troops to station at the sentry tower at the entrance of Hearthglen, the huge turmoil in the Western Plaguelands finally alarmed the royal city of Lordaeron.
Queen Calia sent Archbishop Fao and Grand Marshal Saidan Dathrohan of Lordaeron to the sentry tower camp named Tower of Tyran by Tirion.
On the one hand, Queen Calia wants Alonsus and Saidan to confirm Tirion's identity, on the other hand...she wants to get the exact news from Tirion whether Garithos really wants to rebel.
Now she has ordered the complete blockade of the magic web channel from Hearthglen to Lordaeron King City, and some of the people Garithos brought to Lordaeron King City were also arrested and closely inspected.
Saidan saw Tirion waiting outside the tent immediately after he came to the frontline camp. The reunion of the two old friends made both sides deeply moved.
Then Tirion respectfully knelt in front of Faol on one knee and apologized, "Master, I'm so sorry for your trouble. I didn't expect things to spread so quickly."
Alonsus helped Tirion up with a kind face. After Turalyon disappeared and Uther died and was buried in Regret Ridge, the five paladins he baptized with his own hands were only Saidan and Li. Adeline and Tirion are three.
Among them, Liadrin and Saidan can often be seen, but Tirion has not seen each other for more than ten years since he lived in seclusion.
"Okay! It's good to be alive, I'm really afraid that you won't be able to bear the original blow."
After confirming his identity, Saidan began to perform his duties as a generalissimo, entered the frontline headquarters and began to inquire about the specific situation.
"What!?"
"Shh, keep your voice down!"
Saidan's face changed drastically, and he said in disbelief, "You said that Osmar has been transferred by the Dreadlord? But the three Dreadlords were not assigned by us..."
Tirion shook his head, and relayed the information that Charlemagne told him to Alonsus and Saidan.
The archbishop frowned and looked at the odd-shaped scimitar hanging on his waist, ‘You already knew it, why didn’t you tell me? '
‘Hahaha, because it’s more fun not to tell you! Wouldn't it make more sense to unravel the truth on your own? I won't save you if you end up being killed by the dreadlord, I don't need useless minions. '
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"... So, what are you trying to do by rushing over here to prove my identity?" Charlemagne blocked the bleeding nose with a cloth strip, and asked Tyrande in a low voice.
Tyrande, who had calmed down, looked away and curled his lips, "I didn't think about it, but I had to find you to vent my anger back then, and return the 'relic' you left behind."
Although the High Priest of Elune said it lightly, the three Windrunner sisters are very aware of how time-consuming it would be to track down the footsteps of their group, let alone Tyrande had gone to find them before. The Blue Dragon King and Krasus confirmed the information.
Tyrande seemed a little uncomfortable under the eyes of Cirvanas with a smile that was not a smile. The second lady smiled secretly and said, "This is just like the story Charlemagne told. Everyone knows Sima Zhao's heart." '
But a certain wood really believed Tyrande's words, "Oh, now I'm out of anger, can you let me go? After all, I was just upset with you during the War of the Ancients... no, in the future? In short, Your bad attitude towards the Highborne descendants is just trying to tease you."
"Now that the matter is settled, it will be easy. I sincerely apologize to you. You beat me and bit me, so you should be okay, right?"
Tyrande and the three Windrunner sisters, including Valeira, who was usually carefree, all stared at Charlemagne with dead fish eyes, and several people began to discuss in a "whispered voice".
Vereesa: "This piece of wood is really unprecedented. Is an apology like a solution for doing such an excessive thing?"
Valeira: "Yes, Charlemagne, I can't help you this time either."
Sirvanas: "This familiar routine gives me a strong sense of déjà vu..."
Aurelia: "..."
Tyrande: "Sure enough, there is only one method that works best against wood, so burn him!"
Charlemagne looked at the five female elves who looked at him with disdainful eyes, and couldn't help but twitched fiercely, "When did your relationship become so good..."
Thanks to book friends "Black Wing Stalker", "lucifar88" and "鬼ovo Remnant Soul" for their support.
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