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"I've also considered this matter, but it's not as simple as you think. Their base is on the continent of Kalimdor, and the last transaction has exhausted all the resources and food of their Eastern Kingdom."

"It will take at least two months to transport it over. By then, Her Highness the Princess will be back, and we can get the food from Theramore. The key is to survive for these two months," Rhodes said.

He had already thought of this matter and even found a goblin who offered to use a large amount of anti-magic metal and anti-magic diamonds to buy another batch of food. The goblin in charge of contacting Rhodes agreed, but said that it could not be transported from the Eastern Kingdoms and would need to be transported from Kalimdor, which would take at least two months, or even longer, because they needed to gather the food on the other side.

Moreover, the quantity won't be large, considering they just traded with Rhodes before.

“Actually, the food problem is very easy to solve. You just need to ask the night elves for help.” Maiev, who was standing next to Rhodes, suddenly spoke up at this moment.

"You mean you want the Darkmoon Elves to send us a batch of food? But I remember that the Night Elves don't seem to have the habit of storing food," Rhodes asked, frowning.

The Night Elves do indeed have a large population and occupy quite fertile land, but they live a simple, natural life. They basically rely on the land and water for sustenance, and don't even cultivate crops. They eat whatever grows in the forest, and all Night Elves are immortal, so their dietary requirements are incredibly low.

When Rhodes lived in the Night Elf territory, he ate mostly various wild fruits and vegetables every day. Occasionally, he could eat some prey that the sentinels had hunted. However, the Night Elves were peaceful and natural and generally would not harm animals. If Rhodes hadn't wanted to eat meat, they would never have hunted.

The Highborne have these habits, but the Night Elves did not inherit them; their lifestyle is quite primitive.

Moreover, the Night Elves' base is in Kalimdor, so even if they can gather enough food to transport it, it will be a problem, and the wild berries might even spoil along the way.

"Please, I meant to get the druids to help, not the night elves to transport food for you," Maiev said, rolling her eyes.

"The druids of the night elves are masters of manipulating plants. They have a magical spell called Accelerated Growth, and you should also know how to make plants grow faster."

Wheat that normally takes six months to mature can be matured in a few days by a druid, and by a master druid in just a few hours.

"You are Cenarius's disciple; you can issue a druid recruitment notice among the night elves. Many druids will come to your aid, after all, this is a matter of saving lives."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up. They had forgotten about the druid's ability, and even Rhodes patted his head in surprise.

Honestly, why use common sense to deduce things? We're in a magical world now; when in doubt, magic can solve everything.

“I remember the mage has a food-creating spell that can produce some water and bread,” Rhodes said.

“Well, there is such a spell, but the food and water we create with magic aren’t very tasty; they’re barely enough to fill us up,” Jaina said, rubbing her nose.

In fact, the mage didn't want to use this special spell unless absolutely necessary, because the taste of these foods was simply indescribable.

It has absolutely no taste, because these things are made from arcane energy. Eating this kind of thing can indeed keep the body in a good state, but the taste is really not good.

“At least it can hold out for now. I’ll immediately have the Night Elves send some druids to help us grow crops. As for the mages in the Dalaran army, the mages in our Alliance army, and the blood elves, let them cast this magical spell!” Rhodes said.

Please, those refugees don't care about whether the food tastes good or not. As long as they can eat their fill, soaking bread in hot water is already a great blessing for them.

“I agree with this approach, Lord Rhodes. Although the food made by the mages is not very delicious, at least it will fill the refugees’ stomachs.”

"Then it's decided. Also, the dwarven artisans and other craftsmen need to speed up the repair of the city walls. In addition, all paladins and priests, as long as they can cast holy light, should also be involved."

Get moving, everyone! Unleash the power of holy light on the lands near the royal city to purify those corrupted by evil or death energy.

At the same time, mobilize all soldiers who are still able to move and send them to reclaim the wasteland. "We need to at least get the crops to seedlings before the druids arrive," Rhodes ordered.

A few days later, with the coordination of Jaina and Kael'thas, all mages in Dalaran, Theramore, Quel'Thalas, and the army who could cast food and water spells were mobilized.

They set up several centralized "magical food supply points" near the temporary camp outside the city.

The mages chanted incantations, and pieces of slightly dry magical bread, emitting a faint arcane glow, and cups of clear magical spring water were conjured out of thin air and piled up on the makeshift wooden platform.

Just as Jaina had predicted, these magical creations were indeed far from delicious. The bread tasted like wax, devoid of any wheat flavor or sweetness, offering only the sustenance needed to sustain life; the water was bland and tasteless, merely quenching thirst.

But for those refugees who had just returned from the wilderness and caves, suffering from hunger and thirst, this was undoubtedly a godsend.

"Praise be to the Holy Light! Thank you, Venerable Masters!" A mother holding her child was moved to tears after receiving bread and water. She eagerly tore the bread into pieces and carefully fed it to her child. Although the child frowned slightly, he still swallowed it because he was hungry.

Although the scene was somewhat chaotic, it remained largely orderly under the soldiers' control. Despite the poor taste, at least no one else succumbed to hunger. This emergency measure bought valuable time for subsequent food production.

Meanwhile, led by Mograine the Elder and Dathrohan, all the paladins and priests who could be mobilized came to the land in the royal city that had been corrupted by the undead and fel energy.

Golden rays of holy light shone upon the cracked earth, which even shimmered with an eerie green or black aura.

"In the name of the Holy Light, purify this land!"

When holy light comes into contact with death and evil energy, it makes a hissing sound, neutralizing and purifying the negative energy contained in the soil.

The once lifeless land gradually regained a glimmer of vitality, but the druids' help was still needed for it to become fertile; the holy light could only dispel evil.

In the areas purified by the Holy Light, large numbers of soldiers and strong refugees, under the guidance of dwarven engineers, wielded hoes and shovels and began a vigorous land reclamation effort.

They cleared away the rubble, loosened the soil, dug out neat furrows, sowed the seeds, and then water-elemental mages cast spells to summon rain to irrigate the fields.

The entire capital of Rodanron is being restored in an orderly manner. Rhodes' envoys have also arrived on the continent of Kalimdor. This time, two envoys were sent. One went to Theramore to meet Princess Calia and Uther, while the other, a Warden, headed to Moonglade to seek an audience with Archdruid Malfurion and High Priestess Tyrande.

Upon receiving Rhodes' letter, Malfurion, without hesitation, immediately gathered a group of druids and personally led them to help Rhodes.

This kind of evolutionary land, saving lives, is what druids love to do most, because it can heal the wounds of the great Azeroth.

Meanwhile, the human messengers successfully arrived in Theramore and reported to the princess that the royal city had been recaptured.

Looking at the letter in her hand, Princess Galiya could hardly believe her eyes; she even wondered if she was hallucinating.

The capital has been reclaimed! How is that possible?

Chapter 252 Uther and the Princess's Surprise, the Admiral Arrives

Things took a bit out of Princess Calia’s control. Before Rhodes left, he had told her to consolidate the power of the Kingdom of Lordaeron and settle the people there, bringing them to Kalimdor to live, while he would stay here and do his best to handle the logistics.

In the end, it turned into a war to retake the royal city, and Arthas was even driven away.

Please, if you're launching such a large-scale campaign, shouldn't you inform me beforehand and then concentrate your forces so that Uther can lead the troops there?

Uther was also completely bewildered at this moment, and he had no idea what Rhodes was up to.

The two had just finished the Battle of Mount Hyjal, and he was leading the Knights of the Silver Hand in cleanup. After clearing out the demons that had fled Mount Hyjal, they immediately returned to the vicinity of Theramore. They then helped the princess clear out the nearby centaurs before joining forces with the night elf troops to further clean up the surrounding corruption.

It took two whole months to finish all this work, and then Rod quietly returned to the Eastern Kingdom and did one big thing after another.

“Your Highness, you’re not joking, are you? Rodrod has gone to Outland and brought the expeditionary force back.” Uther took a deep breath, calming his excited emotions as he asked.

“Yes, Sir Uther, Rhodes said that he and his allied Illidan used teleportation magic to travel to Outland and found the missing Alliance expeditionary force, then brought them back. Unfortunately, General Turalyon and Lady Alleria were not among the expeditionary force.” Princess Calia immediately handed the battle report to Uther.

Uther took the letter and began to read it carefully. In the letter, Rhodes explained his situation in detail, but also concealed some things, such as his use of fel magic and his deal with Illidan.

He said he met Illidan in the Warden's Cavern, and the two reached a consensus to fight the Burning Legion together, and then began a series of actions.

“He…he really did it…” Uther’s voice trembled slightly.

"Not only did he bring back most of the expeditionary force, but he also allied with the blood elves, dwarves, and even... the draenei from another world? He even collaborated with Illidan in Outland to thwart Kil'jaeden's plot?"

This experience was so fantastical that Uther thought it could be made into a fantasy novel, with Rhodes as the protagonist.

This is a classic story of individual heroism, where one person single-handedly saves the entire kingdom and even the entire alliance.

"My God, I can't believe he did so much all by himself in such a short time, and he even became the Grand Marshal of the Alliance."

"And it's recognized by Dalaran, Quel'Thalas, and even Kul Tiras," Princess Calia said.

“I’m not concerned about these princesses. Did you read this letter carefully? Rhodes said in the letter that Arthas actually escaped back to Northrend.” Uther’s voice trembled slightly. The shame he had dreamed of killing and washing away had actually been accomplished by Rhodes. Arthas had actually been defeated.

"There's been so much shocking news, I only just saw this myself. According to Rhodes, he and Illidan retrieved a powerful artifact from the Tomb of Sargeras and used it to attack the Frozen Throne, causing Arthas's power to weaken drastically."

"Then the Dreadlord launched an internal rebellion, and some of the undead gained free will, causing Arthas's army to quickly collapse. He himself was severely wounded and fled back to Northrend in a sorry state," Princess Calia said.

Arthas's undead army in the Eastern Kingdoms was incredibly powerful, a terrifying force capable of single-handedly confronting the Burning Legion. Their numbers numbered in the hundreds of thousands, exceeding the combined strength of the entire Alliance army.

To defeat such a terrifying force, a long-term plan is necessary. They may even spend decades developing in Kalimdor, waiting for the Alliance to have a sufficient population before launching a counterattack.

She and Uther had discussed this matter, but they both concluded that they needed to recuperate here, and it would take at least a decade to recover their strength.

Unexpectedly, Rhodes quietly gathered the remaining forces of Lordaeron and launched such a large-scale attack with his allies.

This caused the undead forces that Arthas had painstakingly built to crumble.

"I can't believe it's true either, but Rhodes is a very cautious person. He wouldn't tell us if he hadn't really done all this."

"Your Highness, now it's your turn to make a choice. Do you want to return to Lordaeron?" Uther put down the letter in his hand and looked at the princess, asking.

Now is the time to make a decision, Your Highness, or rather, when you return, you will become Queen.

In fact, back on the continent of Kalimdor, Uther had tried to persuade the princess to directly inherit the throne and become the Queen of Lordaeron.

Princess Galiya refused. In her eyes, they had only just begun to establish themselves on this unfamiliar continent, and everything was in ruins. The people were still living a precarious life, and there were many enemies outside.

How could I possibly succeed as Queen of Lordaeron under such circumstances? And would the Menethil family even have the audacity to rule over the people of Lordaeron?

But now the situation is different. The king's subjects of Lordaeron were taken back to Arthas and fled back to Northrend in disarray. Now they can return home.

“Yes, Lord Uther.” Princess Calia’s voice was equally excited, but with an added sense of relief and a lump in her throat. She had thought she wouldn’t live to see this day, and had even planned to have a child with Rhodes so that her child could inherit her will and reclaim Lordaeron.

"The royal city...our home, has truly been reclaimed, and those two demons, Banazzar and Deserok, who were entrenched in the throne room, have been personally purified by Rhodes."

In his letter, Rhodes said that the capital urgently needed rebuilding, and the people needed their monarch… He was waiting for our return.”

Galia stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the vast and boundless sea outside Theramore Harbor. Her gaze seemed to have crossed the boundless ocean and landed on the land she longed for, her homeland Lordaeron. She never expected that this day would come so soon.

“We must set off immediately, Sir Uther. I need you to escort me back to Lordaeron.”

Uther took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. "Your Highness, I fully understand your eagerness to return, but this matter requires careful planning."

Theramore is a crucial rear base for us, and it cannot be left unattended. We need to assign reliable personnel to remain there, and we also need to carefully plan the return of the fleet and escort to Lordaeron, as well as how to quickly stabilize the situation upon their arrival.

"Furthermore, Rhodes mentioned the food crisis. Although he has requested the night elves to send druids to assist, this will not happen until the druids arrive and begin producing food."

The livelihoods of tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians are the top priority. We may need to transport some of the food supplies from Theramore to Lordaeron to alleviate the immediate crisis.

“You’re right, Uther. I was too hasty. Theramore is now in the hands of General Proudmoore and our administrators.”

"Please immediately gather the soldiers and civilians who are willing to follow us back to Lordaeron, especially those soldiers and artisans who originally came from Lordaeron; they are the backbone of the reconstruction," Princess Calia said.

About a week ago, a massive fleet arrived in Theramore. This was the fleet of Kul Tiras, and it was led by the famous Admiral.

Upon arriving in Theramore, Admiral Daelin immediately offered his condolences to Princess Galiya and explained that he had come to find his daughter, Jaina.

Princess Calia did not hide anything and told the admiral about Jaina and Rhodes, as well as the results of their battle at Mount Hyjal, and that Jaina had returned to the Eastern Kingdoms with Rhodes.

After learning about his daughter's whereabouts, the admiral initially planned to return, but upon seeing the many problems the princess had, he agreed to stay and help for a while, or perhaps wait for his daughter's return.

However, Uther was still very familiar with this old comrade-in-arms. Uther boldly guessed that the reason why this old comrade-in-arms did not return to the Eastern Kingdoms was because he had discovered traces of orcs here.

The King of Kul Tiras harbors a deep-seated hatred for the orcs. In fact, the admiral even approached Uther privately, hoping to join forces with him to wipe out the orcs.

However, Uther rejected this request, and now a fragile balance is maintained between humans and orcs. The two sides signed a fragile peace agreement, agreeing not to attack each other, which the admiral is very dissatisfied with.

“I think Your Highness, the real issue you should be concerned about is entrusting this place to the Admiral. I’m very worried that he will lead our people into war against the orcs,” Uther said.

"?? Sir Uther, do you mean? The admiral only superficially agreed to not start a conflict with the orcs, but he still intends to deal with them?" Princess Calia asked.

“I think so. Although we in Lordaeron have suffered heavy losses, the Kul Tiras fleet is still intact, and this time Daelin will bring his most elite troops.”