It was the dawn of the day, and the morning mist shrouded the land as usual.The sleepy Nanhai Town has already stretched and started a new day of activities.Although it is still impossible to see a ray of morning light, the people in the town are very aware that a new day has arrived.Thick fog enveloped their simple wooden house, and also hid the sea next to the town.Still, they could hear the waves crashing against the shore and smashing against the rocks.Hearing the sound but seeing the shape, everything is as before. But today, they suddenly heard something else. The voices were low and slow, drifting over with the wind and echoing in the fog, making them unclear where the voices came from.Does it come from the inland or the sea?Is it a big wave, or the sound of rain on the mist, or the murmur of the merchant's caravan trudging through the mud?People listened intently, and finally determined that the sound came from the ocean in front of them. They flocked to the coast together, trying to find the answer through the fog. What is this sound, and what does it mean?

Slowly, the fog changed its shape, as if being torn apart by the sound, a group of black shadows appeared, as if trying to break through the fog itself.The black shadow soon took on a specific shape, and another wave of waves rushed in.The townspeople retreated collectively, and some screamed.They have lived by the sea all their lives, and they know this sea area like the back of their hands, and this is by no means an ordinary wave, it must be something else, it is very abnormal. The black shadow continued to approach, entraining the surrounding dense fog, and the voice became more intense, and finally they pierced through the area.The shadow split into countless individuals, each having its own shape—the shape of a ship, many ships.The people in the town were just a little more relaxed. At least they knew about boats.But they still can't be careless. Nanhai Town is just an ordinary fishing village, and there are only a dozen small boats used for fishing in total. In recent years, no more than ten boats have passed by.Now hundreds of them suddenly appeared, and they couldn't help but feel suspicious and fearful.People grabbed the wooden sticks, knives, fishing rods, and even fishing nets in their hands, anyway, they were anything they carried with them, and waited nervously, waiting for the approach of this mysterious fleet.However, there were still more ships emerging from the fog, and the townspeople were even more astonished each time they appeared. This process seemed to be repeated endlessly.They thought wrong, where there are only hundreds of boats, this is thousands, and even a country is approaching them!They had never seen so many boats in their lives!Where did these ships come from?What made them come together like this?What brought them to the Kingdom of Lordaeron?The weapons in their hands were tightened, and the women and children retreated to their homes, while the number of ships in front of them continued to grow.The source of that sound is now very clear, it is the sound of countless oars beating the sea water neatly.

The lead ship had already docked, and only then could the passengers on board be barely discerned.The townspeople are slightly more relaxed, but more confused and worried.The other party is human, male and female, judging from their stature, there are children, their skin color ranges from white to brown, and their hairstyle is normal.These people are not monsters, nor are they the oddities that the townspeople have heard of but never seen.It didn't look like they were here for the war either, since most of these visitors were clearly not military.It can be said that they are not like intruders, but more like escaped from some kind of disaster.The fear of the townspeople quickly turned into sympathy. What kind of disaster would drive the people of this country into the sea?

More ships arrived one after another, and the crew slowly landed one after another.A few people even lay down on the shore and cheered, and others were busy breathing the fresh air after they got their feet on the ground, with expressions that seemed to say "finally get rid of that damn sea".The mist also gradually dissipated at this time, and disappeared under the morning light.The townspeople saw it more clearly, this was not an army, a large part of it was women and children, many of them were ragged and very thin.They were just a bunch of refugees, a bunch of refugees who had suffered some kind of disaster.Many people were so excited that they couldn't wait to rush to the beach.

However, some of these people still wore armor.A person stepped out of the leading boat and walked towards the surrounding townspeople.He was tall, balding, with a determined face and a bushy beard.His armor has obviously experienced countless battles, and the hilt is exposed behind the shoulder, which looks like a giant sword.But what he held in his arms was not a weapon, but two children.Gradually more children came closer to him, grabbing at his armor, belt, and scabbard.A strange guy walked side by side with him. It was a tall man with broad shoulders, thin and gray-haired, but with firm steps.The man was completely wrapped in a tattered violet robe, and he carried a torn rucksack in one hand, a small child on his lead in the other, and another on his shoulder.A young man with brown hair and brown eyes followed closely behind them, not paying attention to the surrounding situation, just clutching the cloak of the first person tightly, like a child who is afraid of losing his parents.His clothing was finely made, but clumped together from too much exposure to sea salt, and was as tattered as those around him.

"Salute to all of you!" the leading warrior shouted as he approached the crowd, his expression still pained. "We are refugees, fleeing a very, very terrible battle. I beg you to give us some food and water, and if possible, a place to rest, for the sake of these children." The townspeople exchanged glances, lowered their weapons and nodded.Although they themselves are not rich, they are definitely not poor, at least not so poor that they ignore the difficulties of these children.The men took the children from the warrior and the purple-robed man, and led them to the largest building in town—the church, which could hold quite a few people.The women set out the kettle, porridge and stew.The refugees quickly settled down in and around the church, ate food and water, and shared clothes and blankets sent by the townspeople.If you don't care about the sadness on these people's faces, the atmosphere at this time is really no different from a festival.

"Thank you," said the warrior to Marcus Redpath, the town leader. "I know you are not rich, thank you very much for your help." "We don't watch women and children suffer," Marcus replied.He frowned and looked at the opponent's sword and armor. "Now tell me, who are you and why are you here?" "My name is Anduin? Lothar." The old soldier touched his bald forehead. "I am—was—the leader of the Knights of the Stormwind Kingdom." "In the Kingdom of Stormwind?" Marcus had heard the name of this country. "But that's on the other side of the sea!"

"That's right." Lothar nodded sadly. "It took us a lot of geniuses to get here. We should be in the Kingdom of Lordaeron now, shouldn't we?" "Yes." The strange guy in the purple robe cut in, and this was the first time he spoke so far. "I know this continent very well, although I have never been to this town." As an old man, his voice was unexpectedly clear and loud, and only his white hair and wrinkles on his face stubbornly claimed his old age , the rest of the characteristics are also a young man. "This is South Sea Town." Marcus told them, carefully observing the "young man" with white beard. "Are you from Dalaran?" he finally couldn't help asking, trying not to look too flustered.

"Well," the weird guy admitted. "Don't worry, I will leave as soon as my companions can leave." Marcus secretly breathed a sigh of relief.The wizards in Dalaran were powerful, and he'd heard that the king considered them allies and advisors, but as far as he was concerned, Marcus didn't want to have anything to do with magic. "We can't delay any longer." Lothar said after taking the weird guy's words. "I must see the king immediately. The Horde must not be given a chance." Marcus didn't fully understand this sentence, but he could hear the anxiety in the strong man's words. "Women and children can stay here," he promised. "We'll take care of them."

"Thank you." Lothar said very sincerely. "Food and other supplies will come as soon as we meet the king." "It will take you quite a while to get to the capital," Markus pointed out. "I'll send you on a fast horse to announce your arrival. What word would you like him to take?" Lothar frowned: "Tell the king that the Kingdom of Stormwind has fallen." After thinking for a while, he said softly. "The prince is here, and all the citizens I can save. We are in urgent need of supplies. In addition, we have brought a very urgent and important information."

Marcus stared at the stream of horrific news, his eyes quickly turned to the young man next to the warrior, and quickly looked away before he could be offended. "It will be done," he assured, and turned to say a few words to a townsman, who nodded and galloped off on a nearby horse.Marcus didn't even have time to take two steps back to avoid the ashes. "William is our best rider and the fastest horse in town," Marcus said to the two. "He can get the message to the capital ahead of you. We will do our best to help you and your companions prepare horses for the journey." Lothar nodded. "Thank you." He turned to the purple-cloaked man. "Gather those who are going with us, Khadgar, pack up. We must leave as soon as possible." The wizard nodded and turned to the nearest group of refugees. A few hours later, Lothar and Khadgar left Southshore with Prince Varian Wrynn.There were about sixty people in the entourage.Most chose to stay, out of exhaustion or fear and shock, they just wanted to be with their surviving companions.Lothar doesn't force them either.In fact, he also hopes to stay in this quiet small fishing village in his heart, but people like him always have responsibilities on his shoulders. "How far is it from the capital?" He rode behind Khadgar.The townspeople provided them with a small number of mounts and carts, just enough for their small team.Lothar was a little hesitant when accepting these additional donations, but thinking that this would speed up their speed, he accepted it.After all, in the present, time is life. "A few days, or a week," replied the wizard. "I don't know this land very well, but I have seen it on the map. We can see the spire of the city in five days at most. Then we will go through Silverpine Forest, which is one of the wonders of Lordaeron. One of the scenery, and then around Lordamere Lake. The capital is on the north shore of the lake." After saying this, Khadgar fell silent again.Lothar looked at his companion, worried for the young man.He had been impressed by Khadgar's confidence and easygoing from the first meeting, a young man who was only seventeen at the time, which was surprising indeed.Became a wizard at a young age—and even became Medivh's first apprentice!The few encounters that followed exemplify Khadgar's intelligence, tenacity, focus, and friendliness.He found himself liking this guy more and more, the first time he felt that way about a wizard since that guy—yes, since Medivh.But after what happened in Karazhan... Lothar's body trembled, recalling that nightmarish battle.He was forced, along with Khadgar and Garona the orc, to lead the charge against Medivh himself.As a last resort, Khadgar delivered the fatal blow to his teacher, but it was Lothar himself who beheaded his old friend.When they were all very young, when Medivh, Lothar, and Ryan were still friends and companions, he had protected Medivh's life countless times, but he never thought that he would have to kill him in the end. Lothar shook his head and wiped away his tears.During the long voyage before, he had recalled this sad experience many times, but until now, he still couldn't get rid of the crushing anger and pain.Ryan!His best friend, his sidekick, his king.Ryan, who always has a sunny face, quick thinking, and a smile in his eyes.He ushered the kingdom of Stormwind into a golden age - only to be devoured by orcs.The Horde swept across Azeroth, destroying everything in their path.And Medivh is the culprit behind all of this!It was his magic that brought the orcs into this world, and brought them to Stormwind!It directly led to the destruction of that kingdom and the death of Ryan!Thinking of all that he and his people had lost, Lothar resisted the urge to cry.And then force himself to accept it, as he had done countless times on the road.He couldn't bring himself to succumb to such negative emotions.Not only the people of Azeroth need him, but the people of Lordaeron also need him, although the latter has not yet realized this situation. He also needed Khadgar.Lothar still hasn't figured out everything that happened that night in Karazhan.Maybe he won't even try to figure it out in his life.But anyway, for whatever reason, Khadgar changed during his battle with Medivh.He's been stripped of his youth, and his body has aged weirdly.Now he looks like an old man much older than Lothar himself.But in fact he should be nearly forty years younger than Lothar.Lothar has been worried about how this will affect the life of the young mage. And Khadgar himself was also lost in thought, totally oblivious to the old soldier's concerned eyes.This elderly young man was actually thinking about the same thing.He replayed the battle in Karazhan in his mind, and once again experienced the horrible and distorted feeling when Medivh robbed him of his magic power and youth.Now his magic has returned—in many ways, in fact, even better than before—but his youth is gone, leaving his body decades earlier.Now, at least outwardly, he was an old man.He was still very fresh, with no less strength, quickness, and physical strength than ever, but his face was wrinkled, his eyes were sunken, and his beard and hair were white.Though barely nineteen, Khadgar knew he looked at least three times his age.He had seen his future self in a vision in Karazhan, the old man in the vision was exactly like him now, and he would one day die far away from his hometown, under the red sun in some strange place. Khadgar also reassessed his feelings about the death of Medivh, the man who was evil incarnate and had planned the Horde's invasion.However, all this is not really what he did. In fact, Medivh was possessed by the Titan Sargeras.His mother killed the demon's body thousands of years ago, but Sargeras did not really die. His soul hid in Aegwynn's body and infected her unborn son.Medivh should not be responsible for his evil deeds, and his last words to Khadgar before he died also made him understand that the astral mage has been fighting the demon in his body, and he may not have stopped all his life.After he buried Medivh, Khadgar encountered a phantom of his dead master, and that Medivh claimed to be from the future and finally freed from the taint of Sargeras, all thanks to Khadgar . That being the case, how should he face the teacher's death?Khadgar thought.Should he be sad?Sometimes he really liked Medivh, and the death of the Astral Mage was obviously a great loss to the world.Should he be proud?After all, he was the one who freed his teacher, and even erased Sargeras from the world again (perhaps completely).Should he be angry at Medivh's evil actions (whether at himself or others), or should he be in awe of the only human in the world who has resisted the influence of a titan for so long? He still doesn't know how he feels.Khadgar's heart and mind remained bewildered.In addition to the memory of Medivh, more emotions are also mixed in.After all, he was home.At least back to the continent, back to Lordaeron - though not in the way he'd hoped.Back then, when he left here to worship Medivh under the orders of his former mentors, he was planning to return after becoming a master.After Medivh taught him liondove riding, he also considered flying back to Dalaran on a liondove, landing on top of Violet City, to show off his skills to his former mentor and colleagues.But the facts are not what people want, and now he is riding an old plowing horse with a "former Azeroth warrior" and leading a group of refugees to the king of Lordaeron to discuss how to save the world .Khadgar almost laughed out loud.Well, at least we all had a dramatic opening, he thought, and his former mentors and old friends seemed to like that sort of thing. "What shall we do after we enter the city?" He suddenly asked the old soldier who was in a trance.His companion quickly reacted, but did not reply right away, but turned around to look at him, the pained expression in those deep sea blue eyes concealed his master's wisdom. "We have to talk to the king," Lothar said simply.He glanced at the young man who was walking with them, and then touched the hilt behind his back with his hand.The runes and gems on the blade glistened in the afternoon sun. "Even though Stormwind is gone, Varian is still her prince, and I'm still her warrior. I've only met King Terenas a few times, and that was years ago, but Even if he doesn't recognize me, he must know Varian, and the messenger from before will have informed him of our arrival. He will at least send someone to be our audience, and we can tell him what happened, and what should he do? What did you do?" "And what are we to do ourselves?" Khadgar asked, though he thought he already knew the answer. "We have to gather all the rulers of this continent." Lothar replied just as Khadgar expected. "They must be forced to understand and see the imminent threat. No country can face an entire tribe alone. Our homeland has tried this and it has fallen. The same thing cannot be allowed to happen again. All peoples must unite, Let's fight together." Holding the reins tightly with both hands, Khadgar once again saw a mighty warrior who once commanded the entire Stormwind Kingdom's army and defended the frontier for many years. "Hope they'll listen," Khadgar said softly. "They will," Lothar assured. "They have no choice!" Neither of them said what was on their minds.They have all seen the power of the tribe with their own eyes.If the nations will not cooperate, if the rulers do not realize this dire threat, the fate of these kingdoms will be the same as that of Stormwind.And the Horde will sweep across the continent, destroying everything in their path.