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"Archmage Antonidas, we will be departing for Kalimdor in three days. Anyone willing to join us is welcome; otherwise, we won't insist."
“Regent Rhodes, can you tell me the details of your deal with the goblins? Did you betray the interests of the Alliance to them?” a member of the Kirin Tor Council asked.
"The interests of the alliance? I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean."
"As far as I know, King Terenas modified a batch of magical ships with powerful spatial properties, although the Titan Guardians helped to build them."
But the Alliance is the one paying for it. If you take these things and trade with goblins, then you are infringing on the interests of our Alliance.
"These magical ships should be distributed by our entire alliance, not controlled by Lordaeron alone," said the representative of Stromgarde.
Upon hearing this, Princess Galiya was furious, her chest trembling violently. These damned bastards! These things were clearly paid for by Lordaeron, and now Lordaeron is using these magical ships and calling them the property of the Alliance?
“That’s right. Lord Rhodes has already registered as a Dalaran mage. Perhaps you should stay in Dalaran and contribute to it. Your Titan technology and Titan magic can only be fully utilized in Dalaran.”
"You might even gain a membership in the Kirin Tor Council in the future; there's nothing to be nostalgic about in being a regent of a fallen kingdom," said another Kirin Tor Council member.
“Oh, so I’m here representing Lordaeron, and all you want to do is tell me, hey, buddy, hand over your magic ship, and all the Titan technology and magic you have, right?” Rhodes said with a sneer.
Now he finally understood why the future Scarlet Crusade, the resistance of Lordaeron, and the Alliance ultimately couldn't get along.
When Lordaeron was truly plunged into disaster, not a single person offered a helping hand. To be honest, Rhodes had a good impression of the old king.
At least the old king didn't intend to seize it by force, and after meeting him, he bestowed upon him the title of baron and a member of the Kirin Tor Council of Six. Haha, that's not worth much.
"My Menethil bloodline still lives on, and Lordaeron has not yet been destroyed. Sooner or later, I will lead my people to reclaim our former territory," Princess Galiya roared.
She simply couldn't stand it anymore; she couldn't stand the faces of these alliance members.
The dwarves, gnomes, and high elves didn't say they wanted to seize Lordaeron's property; it was the humans who started to do so!
"If that's what you think, then yes, you're still too young, kid. There are some things you can't handle. The Titan Guardians' things should be handed over to us."
Who have the mages of Dalaran ever feared? It's just a Titan Guardian, isn't it?
What's so great about that? Besides, you're not even a true Titan Guardian!
Kael'thas's expression changed slightly at this moment. He never dreamed that the mages of Dalaran would intend to seize it by force.
"If you want to fight, I'm ready." Rhodes snorted and summoned two angels, four diamond men, and a total of nine gold men.
Uther also raised his Silver Hand warhammer, his entire body radiating intense holy light.
“Uther the Lightbringer is not dead yet! I have the power to protect the bloodline of King Terenas.”
"Anyone who doesn't believe me can try it." Uther's voice was a little hoarse.
Chapter 105 Who Dares to Fight Me! The Declaration of the Lightbringer!
Uther the Lightbringer, the Lightbringer who had just returned from the bloody purgatory of Andorhal, was now experiencing violent chest heaving.
His eyes were no longer filled with weariness and pity, but burning with a raging fire. That fire stemmed from his grief for the innocent dead in Lordaeron, his resentment at Arthas's betrayal, and even more so from the naked greed and treachery of these so-called "allies" before him!
Although he is the Lightbringer of the Alliance, there is only one person he truly serves: King Terenas.
A man will die for one who understands him. If anyone dares to bully the last bloodline of King Terenas, then Uther will fight to the death, no matter who the opponent is.
He always makes his opponents pay the price, and he shows no mercy once he strikes.
"Who dares to fight with me!"
A roar containing immense holy light exploded like thunder, shaking the magic crystals on the dome of the hall. Some weaker mages were even forced to take a step back, their faces turning pale.
Uther took a sudden step forward, and the Silver Hand Warhammer in his hand seemed to sense its master's boundless rage, humming and bursting forth with an unprecedentedly brilliant light. That light was no longer a gentle comfort, but as dazzling as the blazing sun, carrying the pressure of judgment and purification, instantly dispelling all the dark schemes and bathing the entire hall in pure and scorching holy light.
Uther once again brandished his massive hammer, which was over ten meters long. The weapon that had nearly killed Arthas, that filial son, hummed in its master's hands.
At this moment, no one wanted to test the power of this giant hammer and see if it could flatten them in one blow.
Rhodes also sneered, picked up the Fire Elemental Summoning Scroll, and then directly summoned 8 Holy Light Elementals. At this moment, he needed to boost the morale of his side.
The air in the Kirin Tor Council Hall of Dalaran seemed to freeze. Rhodes' sudden summoning of golden figures, diamond figures, and angels was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples. The radiance of holy light and the angels intertwined with the cold metallic sheen of the golden figures and diamond figures, forming an extremely oppressive aura that caused the temperature in the entire hall to plummet.
Uther's strong support made this threat even more formidable; who would dare to fight against the Alliance's number one paladin?
No one dared to step forward, not even Antonidas, the most powerful mage in Dalaran, let alone the other members of the Kirin Tor Council.
"We of Kul Tiras are determined to protect Her Highness's interests." The female mage snorted and stood beside Rhodes, staff in hand.
“Quel'Thalas and Lord Rhodes are friends. We would never steal from a friend; it would bring shame upon mages,” Kael'thas stated immediately.
"The dwarves of Ironforge don't know either."
"Even the dwarves of Monoregan wouldn't."
"Even the Wildhammer dwarves wouldn't do that."
"Look at you!" Uther's voice boomed like thunder, filled with sorrow and authority. His gaze swept over the Stromgarde representative, the Kirin Tor councilor who had spoken, and Antonidas, whose expression shifted. "Look at your faces now! Lordaeron is burning! The people are wailing! Countless loyal warriors and innocent civilians have fallen under the swords of the undead, fallen at the hands of that... that traitor I once regarded as my own son! And what are you doing?"
Uther pointed his warhammer at the Stromgarde representative: "You are shirking responsibility and blaming the victims!"
The tragedy of Stratholme was a catastrophe for all of Azeroth, the beginning of Arthas's fall, and the Lich King's conspiracy!
To place the blame entirely on a nation suffering annihilation—how cruel and short-sighted! How tragic! Uther berated everyone before him.
The Silver Hand warhammer turned towards the greedy Kirin Tor senator, the Holy Light almost solidifying, causing the senator's skin to sting and his soul to tremble: "And you! How dare you, in broad daylight, under the gaze of the Holy Light, attempt to plunder the last hope of a dying nation!"
The power bestowed by the Titan Guardians is to fight evil and save all living beings!
It's not to satisfy the greedy desires of certain people in Dalaran! The magic ships of Lordaeron were built by His Majesty Terenas at the request of the Titan Guardians for the survival of the kingdom!
They were the last ark for the refugees of Lordaeron! To consider them Alliance property? How dare you so desecrate the dignity of the fallen!
"I, I just, I was just worried that Regent Rhodes would be deceived by the goblins." The Kirin Tor council member who had just spoken didn't even dare to look Uther in the eye and could only come up with a lame excuse.
"I was tricked by the goblins, which is a good reason. Fellow human beings are unwilling to help us, while those you consider filthy creatures are generously helping us."
"And you, Master Mage, are just trying to forcibly seize it, and you even claim this magic ship as Alliance property? Go to hell!" Rhodes sneered.
“Regent Rhodes, please calm down. Mage Kadak, you may leave now,” Antonidas shouted, dismissing the Kirin Tor mage who had just spoken.
He had been under a lot of pressure these days. The Titans' magical magic and magical artifacts were very attractive to mages, so they all wanted to obtain them.
Previously, Rhodes was a baron of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and the princess of Kul Tiras was also present, so they couldn't easily seize it by force, and many mages gave up the idea.
But the destruction of the Kingdom of Lordaeron left Rhodes without a backer, and at this time some people had their own ideas. Sometimes, the greed of mages is beyond imagination.
"Remember this: these magic ships and all the Titan creations, Titan magical magic, are not the property of the Alliance," Rhodes said with a cold snort.
Trying to forcibly seize the Alliance's property with just a claim? You've got some nerve! Even before the cataclysmic changes in Dalaran, humanity is still so arrogant. Just wait until Archimonde crushes you all!
Now Rhodes understands Kael'thas's feelings soon. With his homeland severely damaged, he led his army to join the Alliance, only to be discriminated against and falsely accused of being imprisoned in Dalaran and to be executed. Sometimes, some noble groups of humans are really short-sighted and really good at infighting.
This human alliance must change; going to Kalimdor is just the first step in becoming stronger.
Uther's gaze fell on Antonidas, filled with deep disappointment and heartache: "Archmage Antonidas! You are an elder I respect!"
Dalaran is a beacon of wisdom and magic! Is the glory of the Kirin Tor to condone, or even participate in, the division of the inheritance of its allies at such a moment?
Where is the oath of the alliance? Where is the spirit of mutual support? Are all that remains between human kingdoms—naked calculation of self-interest?
Uther's every word struck like a hammer blow to the hearts of everyone present.
His weathered yet still upright figure, the silver hand warhammer that shone with divine light in his anger, and the Titan creations and angels behind him standing ready, exuding a powerful aura, all combined to create an undeniable imposing presence.
"I, Uther the Lightbringer, leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand, swear in the name of the Holy Light!"
Uther's voice, like a resounding bell, echoed throughout Violet Castle: "As long as I have a breath left, as long as the Holy Light has not forsaken me, I will never allow anyone, under any pretext, to harm or plunder the last bloodline of Lordaeron—Princess Calia Menethil!"
And we will never allow anyone to lay a finger on the power and creation bestowed upon Regent Rhodes by the Titans, meant to save humanity and fight against evil!
The meaning couldn't be clearer: as long as I live, you can forget about touching Menethil's bloodline. Anyone who dares to be presumptuous will have to ask my hammer for permission.
He slammed the warhammer into the ground, and a condensed shockwave of holy light spread out. Although it did not injure anyone, it shocked everyone, as if their souls had been cleansed by the power of the holy light.
Uther's gaze was like a burning sword, staring directly at the Kirin Tor councilor who had spoken so rudely: "If anyone insists on testing the wrath of the Holy Light and the power of the Titans' creation, feel free to step forward!"
Let's see if your magical shields are stronger, or if my Titan Guardian Tyr's Warhammer, which has judged ancient evils, is more effective!
Let's see if your arcane energy is stronger, or if these diamond giants, bestowed by the guardians and immune to magic, can withstand it!
Uther's declaration is a warning, but more importantly, a declaration!
He is no longer the devoted and somewhat conservative mentor, but has transformed into the last guardian of Lordaeron. For the princess, for the people, and to protect the last hope and dignity, he is now willing to fight anyone to the death.
The scene was deathly silent. The Kirin Tor mage who had just spoken was ashen-faced, having sensed the unwavering resolve and terrifying power of the Holy Light in Uther's words.
Knowing that forcibly keeping Rhodes and Calia would trigger a bloody war within Dalaran!
The opponents are the Lightbringer wielding Titan weapons, Rhodes possessing bizarre and powerful Titan magic and creations, and Jaina and Kael'thas with their ambiguous stances!
With the two dwarven factions also at stake, Dalaran cannot afford such internal strife, especially with the threat of the Scourge still looming.
“No one will be an enemy of Lordaeron, Princess Calia, Lord Uther the Lightbringer, and Regent Rhodes.”
“Then let’s go. There’s no need for Your Highness to stay here any longer.” Uther coldly surveyed the group, and they led Rhodes and Princess Calia away.
At this moment, Rhodes felt somewhat fortunate. Luckily, he had saved Uther earlier. If Uther had died as he did in the original story, he would be the one bearing the pressure here today.
However, he did not possess Uther's terrifying deterrent power; the title of Lightbringer alone was enough to deter people from making any rash moves.
Before leaving, Jaina said to her mentor, "Dalaran should not be blinded by greed, Mentor Antonidas, please think twice!"
Chapter 106 High Elf Support, Fire Mage Advisor Caponia
The teleportation light shone again, and when it faded, the representatives of Lordaeron had already left the "Alliance" meeting hall, a place filled with scheming and betrayal.
In the hall, only heavy breathing and oppressive silence remained.
Antonidas wearily sat back in his seat. The greedy councilor was deathly pale, cold sweat beading on his forehead—Uther's last glance at him had felt like a scorching light to his very soul, as if branded with an invisible mark of shame. He knew that his future in Dalaran was likely over.
Master Antonidas will deal with him; he was too hasty, too eager for Titan technology.
Back in Southshore, upon learning of the sordid events at the meeting, the remaining paladins were filled with righteous indignation. Renault Mograine gripped his warhammer tightly: "The Alliance? Hmph! From this day forward, we will only trust the weapons in our hands and the comrades around us!"
Calia stood at the bow of the ship, gazing at the surging sea, her voice resolute: "Rhodes, Lord Uther, Jaina... let's go! To Kalimdor! The future of Lordaeron will be created by ourselves!"
We remember the kindness shown to us by the alliance, but we will never forget this betrayal!
Upon hearing this, Rhodes' face showed a satisfied expression. That's right. The purpose of their trip to Kalimdor this time was to establish a base and take back Lordaeron's territory after the Burning Legion's crushing defeat.
Over the next two days, the high elves, dwarves, and gnomes all sent reinforcements.
Some mages from Dalaran also came; these were all senior or junior brothers and sisters who had studied with Jaina.