Chapter 131: Split

Terenas continued to sit at the round table, Calia stood beside him, and everyone else left.

"From now on, you are the king of Alterac. I will hold a coronation ceremony for you in a few days that you will never forget."

Calia looked at her father and said, "No, Dad. Prestor will always be the king of Alterac. I am just temporarily managing the country for him now."

Calia touched her belly and said, "If he still can't come back in the future, I will raise his child well and pass the throne to him."

"Humph." A cold snort came from Terenas' nose. In Terenas's opinion, Calia was dreaming and crazy. "Prestor's" child? If she is really pregnant, then abort it! We must not allow a bastard of unknown descent to be born into this world!

"Then go back now, back to Alterac, don't be afraid! Your father and Lordaeron will always stand behind you."

Terenas stood up and left. The whole view of Lordaeron could be seen from the terrace of the palace, and the two figures on horseback on the King's Avenue were very conspicuous. He understood that Proudmoore had abstained from voting this time, but Varian had also abstained from voting! This made him a little unhappy, but Varian and the gang next to him were in the south, and had no influence on the political situation in the north. As long as they could support Arthas in the future, it would be fine. Alas, Varian is becoming more and more like a king. When will Arthas grow up?

Following Terenas' gaze, Varian and Magni were riding side by side. Varian was originally going to use Hearthstone directly, but Magni invited him to go around Lordaeron. The two kings talked happily in the common language. When they left the city and went to the suburbs, Magni sighed.

Varian asked curiously: "Uncle Magni, why are you sighing?"

Magni twirled the beard on his upper lip and said: "My little brother, this alliance is going to change."

"Are you talking about King Thoras and King Zeon?"

"Yes." Magni nodded and said, "Your current situation reminds me of the division of our dwarves."

Varian met Magni's eyes: "I would like to hear the details."

"Okay, let me tell you. There are three tribes of dwarves in total. We originally lived in Khaz Modan. Later, the old king went to meet the gods, and the three tribes broke out into war because of conflicts... Later, our Bronzebeard tribe stayed in Khaz Modan, the Hammer Dwarves built a city in Grim Batol, and the Dark Iron Dwarves went to Blackrock Mountain. Those dwarves in Blackrock Mountain actually summoned Ragnaros, the Firelord, without considering the consequences. Humph, they reaped the fruits of their own actions. Old Thaurissan died on the spot, and his son Dagran Thaurissan and his people all became slaves of the Firelord. Served them right! Hammer Dwarves Later, people left Grim Batol for some reasons. Some went north to settle down, and some went east to the other side of the mountain. Our three tribes have not interacted with each other until the invasion of foreign enemies..."

Varian frowned: "Are you worried that the Alliance will split? No!"

Magni looked up at the sky and sighed: "Remember the past and learn from it, young man."

Varian returned to Stormwind with worry. Unfortunately, Magni's words really came true for the Alliance. Stromgarde and Guilneas withdrew from the Alliance. What's more terrifying is that Stromgarde actually reported that it was preparing for war.

Varian looked at the intelligence and sighed, "It came true. I don't understand why Antonidas, who usually abstained from voting or voted for the dominant party when the outcome was already decided, took the lead this time. It would have been hard to say if he hadn't voted."

"Maybe Lordaeron has made them an offer they can't refuse. Your Majesty, how do you think we should deal with it?"

said Bolvar, Grand Duke of Stormwind. Fordragon stood behind Varian.

"The Alliance's diplomatic mandate belongs to us. If there is a war in the north, there is no need for us to deploy troops unless Lordaeron asks us for reinforcements. The reconstruction of Stormwind is the top priority."

Bolvar nodded with satisfaction. Varian asked, "How is the progress of the project?"

Bolvar replied, "The residential buildings and city walls have been basically completed. Gazruvi and his men are now building infrastructure and factories of all sizes. Several new farms have also been opened in Elwynn Forest. In two years, we will not need assistance from other countries."

"Is there any problem with the workers' food?"

"Of course, there is no problem. The workers' food is the best in Lordaeron. They eat more per ton than us."

Varian smiled and said, "We should tighten our belts. The workers are building a home for us and we can't let them suffer. By the way, Van Cleef has not been seen since the statue of the heroes was erected in Stormwind Square. Where did he go?"

"The Masons' Guild is now repairing Northshire Abbey. Northshire Abbey was what Archbishop Faol had always hoped to rebuild during his lifetime."

Varian said solemnly, "Archbishop Faol is a great man. The orcs will pay the price for their actions. Speaking of orcs, are the orcs in Blackrock Mountain being honest now?"

Bolvar laughed, "They can't be dishonest now! When the red dragons were enslaved, we were the ones who suffered. Now that the red dragons are free, Blackrock Mountain is full of angry red dragons every day. Even the dragons that often fly over Blackrock Spire don't come out! Our sentinels can see the flames of revenge spewed by the red dragons from a long distance away. Now the Burning Plains has become a real Burning Plains again!"

"Haha, well done!"

Bolvar thought of the intelligence he had handled while Varian was away from Stormwind: "Your Majesty, the group of red dragons sent us intelligence. They said that a fierce conflict broke out between the Dark Iron Dwarves and Blackrock Orcs in Blackrock Mountain."

"Why? How do they know the situation in Blackrock Mountain?"

"The red dragons don't know either. Maybe they have special channels."

Varian looked directly into Bolvar's eyes: "Can red dragons be trusted?"

Bolvar stared for a moment and said: "I think other dragons can. They worked together to destroy Deathwing and protect the world. But..."

"But what?"

"We should also be alert. They were originally guardian dragons, but now that Deathwing has appeared, there may not be a second one."

Varian nodded and said, "You are right. Let's continue monitoring Blackrock Mountain and let the Blackrock orcs and Dark Iron dwarves fight first. When they are almost done, we will go and finish it off!"

"As you command, my majesty."