At noon, Lordaeron Court.

The endless quarrel has been going on for several hours, but the two sides at the negotiating table still hold their own opinions and cannot reach an agreement.

The negotiation table that was temporarily pieced together was slammed and loud. The bright sunlight shone through the glazed windows on the royal court dome into the hall, which would be splashed from the table, and the fine lines of dust radiated in the hall were revealed.

The smell of gunpowder that could not be smelled had already filled the entire hall.

...

"Don't forget that this city was always built by the people of Lordaeron! Every inch of her land and every brick and tile is soaked with sweat from Lordaeron!"

The white and red robe looked particularly dazzling in the noon sun. The silver-haired inspector Ethan Lean tried his best to suppress his anger and stared at the Death Knight opposite the table with a serious expression, refuting the other party's ridiculous request.

Removing troops from Lordaeron?

Give the capital to hand over?

How could the Lordaerons tolerate the capital that had finally been restored and fell into the hands of the undead again?

Even these undead are not the walking corpses who are natural disasters, but the revenge of life and death of the undead...

But it is certain that the refutation of the Grand Prosecutor obviously cannot convince the Forgotten Generals who are bound to win against Lordaeron's ruins, and they are not even heard of them at all.

Their contempt and sneer are the best proof...

"It was also fallen from the hands of you Lordaeron!"

Without waiting for the forgotten generals to speak, the terrified demon Varimasas, who had been standing respectfully beside Her Majesty the Queen, had already secretly stumbled into the heart of the Grand Inspector:

"Your former prince, Alsace, destroyed him with his own hands and broke him. Even every inch of land and every brick and tile here stained the blood of your Lordaerons..."

Whether it is Banazar or Varimasas, these big bats who "change with the wind and apply for the new master" are undoubtedly all masters who are afraid that the world will not be in chaos.

"Since it has fallen, then this is the land of uninhabited..."

A few words of gloating at any time made arouse the anger of both sides. It was really too easy for these sinister and cunning big bats.

"I'm really curious, how can you humans be so shameless that you want to steal the fruits of others' victory?"

"You're looking for death!"

"Shut up, demon!"

"Go back to your twisted void. Lordaeron is not where you should come!"

“…”

Varimassas's "group ridicule" undoubtedly makes the top.

As soon as he finished speaking, several of the negotiators of the Blood Crusaders and the Northern Legion could not suppress their emotions and shouted loudly.

The clanging sound of the sword unsheathed was even louder.

"Dead, demon..." Little Moglani's eyebrows were filled with undisguised disgust and contempt. He pulled out the silver-white warhammer and smashed it on the stone slab in the hall. The leader of the blood-colored monastery in the future had already taken a step forward and declared without giving in: "If you want to steal Lordaeron... just step past my body first!"

However, Renault Moglani, who was twenty-one or two, was young and energetic. In contrast, Varimassas's instigation and mocking Nian made him unable to calm down. But what responded to him was a cold snorting with disdain...

"Hmph, a arrogant and ignorant fool."

"It's just a little brat who hides under the shadow of his father... dares to stand up and speak out?"

The sarcasm of the warrior of the Dark Queen, Nathanos's Withered One, came from the corner of the conference table, and the little Moglani who had just spoken a bold statement was very easy.

"Tread your body?"

He glanced at Renault Moglani with his eyes slanted. The Nathanos wither was too lazy to raise his head, and he still teased the two plague dogs in front of him and continued to sarcastically ruthlessly:

"For me, shooting your head is no more difficult than pinching an ant to death!"

With Nathanos' attitude of not being happy with anyone, he has never been ridiculed several times, not to mention his potential enemy or his colleagues among the Forgotten Ones.

As for Renault's identity as the eldest son of the "Ashes Messenger", the Withered One really didn't see it. In fact, in the Forgotten camp, in addition to the former instructor, the mentor, is respectful from the bottom of his heart,

If you really want to talk sharply and ridicule, the withered person who is born with a poisonous tongue is no less than those fearful demons who are good at playing with other people's emotions.

"If you want to live for a long time, keep a low profile, boy! You are not qualified to interrupt here!"

"You're looking for death!"

A rookie like Renault who has never seen any world has ever experienced such insults and belittled? But just a few words, the anger and resentment in his heart are hard to contain!

He shouted angrily. Little Moglani lifted the hammer and wanted to stand up in front of him.

"Renault, you are negotiating, don't be impulsive!"

A calm and steady sound of a ceaseless sound came in Little Moglani's ears.

The future commander of the Silver Dawn, the current Paladin of Silver Hand Paladin Maxwell Terosos, stretched out his big hand and pressed it on Renault's shoulder, stopping the young knight who was likely to cause trouble.

With a slightly frown, Maxwell sat back on his actions and spoke with a serious and serious expression:

"Time is precious. Since the forgotten ones are willing to sit at the negotiating table, please show your sincerity in negotiation!"

"Sincerity?"

On Her Majesty's left hand, Baron Rivendale heard Maxwell's words and said:

"You give up Lordaeron, and we Forgotten Ones promise that all your people will leave the city safely and leave the land of Tirisfalin!"

"This is our sincerity!"

"Give up Lordaeron?"

"This is absolutely impossible!"

Without waiting for others to object or discuss, next to the Ashes Messenger who had been silent, Dassorhan, a big-character soldier with anger, stood up from his seat with excitement, and firmly rejected the will of the Banshee King who was conveyed by Baron Rivendell.

"The King of Lordaeron should be owned by the surviving people of Lordaeron, and only by the people of Lordaeron!"

"Rivendale! Propose such conditions..." Dassauhan's face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and glared at the Death Knight who was as stable as Mount Tai across the table, and said word by word: "You are treason!"

"Treason?"

"Hmph! What a big charge!"

Baron Rivendale, who had always looked distant and had a cold face, couldn't help but squint his eyes when he heard the charges that the Great Crusaders had laid for him. He mocked him coldly:

"I am loyal to my king, and I am loyal to this kingdom. But in the end I was pierced by the sword of the prince who once swore allegiance!"

"When I received the order from the union of His Majesty Terenas and the Hand of Silver to send troops to eliminate the cursed believers, my territory was devastated, and all the leaders were slaughtered by the soldiers of their kingdom!" (Note 1)

"I'm treason?"

With his bone-bone arms on his seat, the Death Knight suddenly stood up and asked in a tone that was more angry and gloomy than before:

"Then let's do it carefully. Is it because I betrayed this kingdom or the kingdom betrayed me!"

Baron Rivendale's sudden roar left the bloody Crusaders attending speechless.

After a while, Dassauhan, who had recovered from the Death Knight's question, tried to make excuses with a embarrassed look on his face, but his tone was no longer as full of energy as he had just been:

"What the father-killer of Arthas did was also a shame and disaster for the whole Lordaeron... Baron, you should not vent your hatred on His Majesty King Terenas and his fellow Lordaeron..."

"You don't seem to figure out the situation, the Great Crusader!" Before Dassauhan could finish his words, he was interrupted by the Death Knight's wave:

"Now my identity is not the Baron of Lordaeron, but a Death Knight... a General of the Forgotten! I am only one of the Forgotten Ones now. I will only implement Her Majesty the Queen's will and fight for the interests of the entire Forgotten One."

Regardless of the sudden blue face of the Great Crusader, Baron Rivendale continued to speak with a serious and solemn expression:

"And now we are not negotiating terms with you. To be precise, this is our ultimatum!"

Baron Rivendale's rebellious words and bad attitude completely annoyed the senior officials on the human side. The shouts of scolding, mockery, sarcasm, provocation... The Hall of Kings, which had just been calm, was once again noisy under the "working" of the generals on both sides!

But the leaders of both sides who had real voice in this negotiation seemed to have discussed it, and they were silent and silent in a tacit understanding... It seemed to be competing with which of the two sides has better patience...

The scene became more chaotic; the atmosphere became more tense.

In the Royal Court of Lordaeron, the two forces who were standing on the same front to clear out natural disasters not long ago seemed to be able to take action in anger at any time and meet with each other...

Fortunately, seeing that the negotiation seemed to be interrupted or even broken at any time, a guy who had originally made up his mind to be a soy sauce party finally couldn't stand it anymore...

"I said..."

"Have you argued enough?"

Accompanied by a loud and low cry like a muffled thunder, a sharp and ferocious aura surged into the sky and swept across every corner of the hall. The violent and fierce pressure was like an unshakable mountain pressing heavily on everyone's heart in the hall:

"After enough noise... I will shut my mouth!"

The unreasonable and unreasonable angrily shouted in my heart, but the originally noisy Hall of Kings suddenly became quiet, except for the breathing of the people, the needles fell in the hall...

Old Tang, who was very satisfied with the effect he had caused, glanced around the negotiating table with slightly narrowed eyes, then slowly stood up, walked to Moglani's opposite and spoke directly into the topic:

"I'm completely tired of this negotiation that only quarrels...so let's just get it straight!"

"Lordalon Ruins, Shina and I are bound to win!"

Old Tang put his hands on Her Majesty the Queen's shoulders, but his eyes stared at the "Ash Messenger" who frowned slightly without blinking.

"Two hero-level experts, two fearful demon kings, and tens of thousands of elite Forsaken troops in and outside the city and more than 20,000 controlled natural disaster cannon fodders... This is our confidence that we will not give in!"

"And you, the messenger of the Ashes, the Great Lord of the Blood Crusader..."

"Is it a choice to be an abandoned city with only symbolic meaning, and to pay the heavy casualties that could have been avoided?"

"Or choose to bring more than 100,000 soldiers of the Northern Legion who are very strong in combat back to the plagueland to fight the raging natural disasters, so as to save more of your compatriots and preserve a little bit of bone and blood for Lordaeronto?"

"Look, Lord Moglani..."

Old Tang stood up again, spread his hands and said with a smile:

“This shouldn’t be a difficult choice!”

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Note 1: Baron Rivendell in official history is a complete bastard. However, in this book, I finally chose the experience and life experience that players fabricated for him, that is, the one of the tragic heroes.

There is no way to follow up the plot.

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