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"With you and I here, he naturally won't start a war with the orcs on his own. But if you leave with me and hand over command here to the admiral, then he will definitely start a war with the orcs. I know him," Uther said.

Chapter 253 Persuading the Admiral, Setting Sail

Daelin's eldest son, Derek Proudmoore, who was also Jaina's brother, died at the hands of the orcs. He was originally the heir to the rank of admiral.

Therefore, the admiral harbors an indelible hatred for the orc race. Uther knows his old friend very well, and if he leaves with the princess, this admiral will definitely launch a war without hesitation.

Uther's words cooled Princess Calia's joy slightly. She frowned, realizing the gravity of the situation. Admiral Daelin Proudmoore's hatred for the orcs was ingrained in his very being, a fact known throughout the Alliance. Entrusting Theramore, which had just been stabilized, to him was tantamount to throwing a spark into a powder keg.

“You’re right, Uther,” Galia said after a moment’s thought.

“We cannot allow Theramore to be drawn into an unnecessary war with the Horde. This would violate the strategy that Rhodes and I jointly devised, and would also burden Lordaeron, which has just seen hope for revival, with a heavy burden of war once again.”

Lordaeron can no longer withstand a massive war, especially against the Horde. Thrall's new Horde is even stronger than the old one because they have absorbed trolls and tauren, and according to his intelligence, these orcs are getting along well with the goblins.

After the Battle of Mount Hyjal, Rhodes returned to the camp and discussed many things with her, including the Horde. Rhodes knew clearly that the hatred between humans and orcs was irreconcilable.

Therefore, we do not expect humans and orcs to maintain a long-term peace, but at least for the time being, we absolutely cannot turn against the orcs.

She must wait until she returns to Lordaeron and is crowned Queen. Only after consolidating the strength of the entire Alliance and recuperating can she engage in battle with the Horde.

“I plan to speak with this old friend privately, Your Highness. Perhaps we can persuade him to abandon this unrealistic idea,” Uther said.

He was leaving with the princess, but he absolutely couldn't hand over power to the admiral. As a last resort, he planned to take his old friend with him. They would travel to the Eastern Kingdom together; after all, his daughter was there.

“Yes, you’re right, Sir Uther. Immediately summon Admiral Daelin for a meeting. Before we leave, we must have a good talk with him,” Princess Galiya said.

Shortly after, Admiral Daelin Proudmoore entered the council chamber. Tall and bearded, his face etched with the resolute lines of sea wind and battle, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, he exuded an aura of battle-hardened courage even in this peaceful meeting. (In the original battle, the Admiral's strength was practically godlike, capable of easily defeating Archimonde, but in historical fact, this Admiral was weaker than Uther, barely reaching Heroic level.)

"Your Highness, Uther, I've heard some incredibly good news from Lordaeron?" Daelin's voice boomed, tinged with barely concealed urgency.

"Jaina...is she alright?"

To be honest, he was starting to worry about his daughter's safety. A lot had happened to her since she went to study in Dalaran. First, Lordaeron suffered a great calamity, and then his daughter embarked on a journey with some random guy.

He first chased them to Dalaran, by which time the Scourge had gained an absolute advantage, and Daelin immediately realized that the situation was unfavorable and the Kingdom of Lordaeron was doomed.

Having learned from the mages of Dalaran that his daughter had gone to Kalimdor, Daelin first returned to Kul Tiras, sending a small group of undead angels to infiltrate the country, and then resupplyed the fleet before embarking on his journey to Kalimdor.

After finally sailing the ship to Kalimdor, he was told that his daughter had gone to the Eastern Kingdoms. Just now, he received news that the Eastern Kingdoms had sent envoys, and even the capital city of Lordaeron had been liberated.

To be honest, there have been quite a few things going on lately. After arriving in Kalimdor, he originally wanted to wait for his daughter to return safely so he could have a proper meeting with the boy who had run off with her.

But after arriving in Kalimdor, the admiral made a new discovery: his mortal enemy, the orc who killed his eldest son, had appeared there.

This gave the admiral a different idea: perhaps by leveraging Kul Tiras's powerful fleet and navy, in conjunction with the remaining forces of Lordaeron and the Night Elves, the Alliance's new allies, they could launch a pincer attack on the orcs, completely annihilating this newly formed tribe and eliminating these filthy greenskins.

"You are truly well-informed, Marshal Daelin. Your daughter Jaina is doing well. She is with Rhodes in Lordaeron handling post-war matters. We have just received definite news that the capital of Lordaeron has been liberated, Arthas has fled to Northrend, and the Alliance expeditionary force that once ventured to Outland has been brought back..." Princess Calia did not hide anything and told the admiral all the news from Rhodes' side.

Despite having heard rumors from other places, Daelin still took a deep breath and a look of shock flashed in his eyes when he heard it from the princess herself.

“This is a miracle! That kid Rhodes… well done! I can’t wait to see him.” He paused, his gaze fixed intently on Galiya.

It's said that this guy is having a passionate affair with his own girl, but he also has another identity: the Regent of Lordaeron, who is the Queen's husband.

But this princess has been married and had children, so the relationship is a bit complicated. It's hard to know how this young man will handle it, but in any case, he won't let his daughter become someone else's lover.

"So, Your Highness summoned me here because you've decided to return to Lordaeron? The Kul Tiras fleet is ready to escort you at any time!" the admiral said.

Upon hearing this, Uther and Gallia's eyes lit up. They hadn't expected the admiral to offer an escort, which would allow the three of them to leave together. However, this was the worst possible method, as Theramore would be left undefended if the admiral left.

The geographical location here is extremely important. Uther and I will definitely leave after leaving the Knights of the Silver Hand, and Rhodes' letter also mentioned that the mages of Dalaran need to return. In this situation, the military strength here will be severely depleted.

“Yes, Admiral, my return is imminent.” Galya nodded. “But I need your help, not only for the escort of the Kul Tiras fleet, but also for the future of Theramore.”

Dailin nodded slightly: "Please speak, Princess."

Galia exchanged a glance with Uther and slowly said, "Knight Uther and I must return to Lordaeron to take charge, but Theramore is our important foundation in Kalimdor and must not be lost."

This is not only the new home for tens of thousands of soldiers and civilians, but also a bridge of friendship between us and the night elves, and even more so... an outpost for monitoring the Horde's movements.

Upon hearing the word "tribe," Dai Lin's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

“These damned orcs! I’ll wipe them all out one day,” Daelin said.

“I am well aware of your hatred for the orcs, and I understand the pain Kul Tiras suffered in the Second War.” Calia’s tone was sincere, yet tinged with a hint of pleading.

"But right now, Lordaeron is in ruins and the Alliance needs time to recover. We maintain a fragile peace with the Horde, which, though short-lived, is crucial to our reconstruction."

Therefore, I request that you temporarily assume the defense of Theramore while Uther and I are away, but you must… exercise restraint and refrain from initiating conflict with the Horde.”

“I know about your feud with the orcs, my old friend, but I hope you can restrain yourself. We can’t afford it right now, please,” Uther said earnestly from the side.

Daelin fell silent. The admiral had already guessed why these two had come to see him: they were worried that he would clash with the orcs.

To be honest, he did want to do that at first, but now that he knows about the Eastern Kingdoms, Daelin feels that to fight the orcs, he would have to gather the strength of the entire alliance.

“Your Highness, I understand your concerns. The restoration of Lordaeron is above all personal grudges, and we of Kul Tiras will exercise restraint.”

I, Daelin Proudmoore, swear by the anchor of Kul Tiras, that I will guard Theramore while you are away, and... will not initiate an attack on the orcs. He emphasized the word "initiate".

If those greenskins dare to attack human territory without authorization, he will retaliate without hesitation.

Galiya sensed the reservation in his words, but this was the best promise she could get at the moment, and she trusted that Dalin, as a soldier and a ruler, would keep his word.

"Thank you for your understanding and support, Admiral Dalyn." Galiya breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, made a slight appearance, and bowed to the admiral.

Daelin quickly stepped forward and helped the princess of the Kingdom of Lordaeron to her feet.

"Then, Marshal Dalin, I'll leave Theramore to you. Administrative affairs will remain with the original officers, who are familiar with the situation here. Military defense will be under your full command."

"Rest assured, Your Highness, I assure you in the name of the Admiral that I will ensure Theramore is impregnable."

"Please rest assured that you will return to Lordaeron. The banner of Kul Tiras will guide you home, and I will send one-third of my fleet to escort you," Daelin said.

Over the next few days, Theramore entered a period of intense preparation. Uther quickly assembled soldiers, artisans, and some civilians eager to return home who were willing to be among the first to return to Lordaeron.

At the docks, various supplies were being continuously loaded onto the giant warships of Kul Tiras, including a portion of food urgently allocated from Theramore's granaries, which would serve as the first batch of aid to alleviate the famine in Lordaeron.

Under the watchful eye of Admiral Daelin, the massive fleet slowly sailed away from the port, heading towards the Eastern Kingdom.

Chapter 254 Malfurion Arrives, Healing the Cursed Land

After the princess left, the admiral immediately ordered the remaining fleet of Kul Tiras to strengthen the defensive line, while he himself stayed in Theramore.

The admiral was very satisfied with the port city; it was an excellent naval base. His daughter had a good eye for location—or perhaps it wasn't Gina who chose it.

.........................

A month later, a sizable druid force, personally led by Malfurion, set sail from Moonglade and arrived at the port of Lordaeron, where Rhodes was located.

According to the information, it would take another day or two for Galiya's fleet to arrive, but Malfurion and his druids had already quietly arrived at the outskirts of Lordaeron, on a piece of land that had just been purified by the Holy Light but was still somewhat barren.

Rhodes personally went out of the city to greet them. When he saw Malfurion, a huge weight was lifted from his heart. This great druid was actually leading the team himself.

Rhodes breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't see Tyrande by his side. At least he wouldn't have to see this guy again; the pressure from Grandma Tyrande was too much for him.

If I were to travel back 1 years in the future, I would stay far away from Tyrande and never have any contact with her.

“Thank you for your timely assistance, Your Excellency Archdruid. It is an honor for us to have you in the Eastern Kingdoms,” Rhodes said sincerely.

Malfurion nodded, his gaze sweeping over the people diligently clearing the land and the newly turned fields in the distance, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "We have brought the blessings of nature, Brother Rhodes. We are all disciples of Cenarius, there is no need to thank me. Let's begin! Time waits for no one, I will help you harvest your crops immediately."

Rhodes nodded and led Malfurion and a group of Night Elf Archdruids to the newly cleared wasteland where seeds had already been sown.

Malfurion placed his palm on the wasteland, as did the other druids, and then carefully sensed the land.

"I sensed the weeping of this land of Rhodes. This land is cursed. You purified it with holy light, but that is still not enough. It needs the power of nature to restore its vitality, and even the help of the Emerald Dream," Malfurion said to Rhodes after examining the land.

The situation in the Eastern Kingdom was more serious than he had imagined. The land had been contaminated by both fel energy and the power of death. Although it had been largely purified by the power of holy light, the situation remained dire.

“This land has endured too many tribulations, Brother Malfurion, can you resolve the problems here?” Rhodes asked.

In the past few days, many priests and paladins have suggested to Rhodes that the purification power of the Holy Light be increased, and even that the angels, Holy Light elementals, and Holy Fire Phoenix under Rhodes' command be included.

However, Rhodes sternly rejected this. While Holy Light can indeed cleanse the power of fel energy and the undead, it also leaves behind the power of Holy Light, which is not a good thing. In the latest version, Holy Light can infect some plants, turning them into highly aggressive Holy Light creatures. The most suitable treatment for this land still needs to be handled by druids.

“Don’t worry, I will work with the other druids to infuse this land with life energy, and then we will return to the Emerald Dream to heal it,” Malfurion said, nodding to Rhodes.

Actually, this matter could be cured in an instant if that goddess were willing, but she is currently still asleep.

"Then I'll have to trouble you," Rhodes said.

Under the curious and awe-inspiring gazes of countless refugees and soldiers, the druids dispersed to various reclamation areas. They bent down, placed their palms on the earth, and whispered ancient and mysterious druidic incantations.

Green natural energy flows from their hands, like a warm stream seeping into the soil, giving this land new life and nutrients.

A miracle occurred—on the soil where the seeds had just been sown, tender green shoots broke through the soil at a speed visible to the naked eye, unfurled their leaves, and grew vigorously.

The land, which had been hardened and decayed by evil energy and the aura of death, quickly regained its deep brown, fertile luster and even faintly exuded the fragrance of soil.

“The power of life…is this the power of the druids?” An elderly farmer from Lordaeron knelt on the edge of a field, trembling as he stroked a wheat stalk that had grown to his calves, tears welling in his eyes.

"We're saved... Lordaeron is saved!"

The combined effect of hundreds of druids casting a spell to accelerate plant growth was terrifying; the newly planted crops were changing at a visible speed.

Crops that normally take several months to grow quickly complete the process of germination, growth, and maturity.

This scene stunned all the Lordaeron farmers present. They had never imagined that crops could be grown in such a way; the method was simply miraculous.

Malfurion stood beside a wheat field that was rapidly turning golden and said to Rhodes, “These crops will ripen in a few days, enough to alleviate your current food crisis. After that, we will help you further purify a wider area of ​​land and guide it back to its natural balance. But it will take time to fully heal the wounds that have torn this land apart, and it will also require the dedicated care of the people who live on this land.”

Rhodes nodded solemnly: "I understand, Senior Brother Malfurion. Lordaeron and the Alliance will never forget this kindness."

With the strong support of the druids, the reconstruction of Lordaeron has entered a fast track, the food crisis has been alleviated, and the people's hearts will become more stable.

Malfurion smiled and nodded, then ordered the remaining druids to continue helping the farmers clear the fields and deal with some of the infection problems in the surrounding area.

He and Rhodes arrived at the reception hall of the Royal City of Lordaeron.

"I read your letter. In it, you said that you and Illidan have joined forces, and that the two of you seem to be plotting something?" Malfurion asked.

“We previously joined forces to seize a fel artifact from the Tomb of Sargeras, and then used it to attack the Frozen Throne. The reason we were able to reclaim the capital city was because of that artifact; otherwise, we wouldn’t have been able to take the city back from the undead,” Rhodes said.

"Rhodes' fel energy is an extremely evil power. I don't object to you using holy light and magic, but try to avoid using fel energy as much as possible."

"Especially things related to Sargeras, that's a serious corruption and curse," Malfurion said meaningfully.

“I understand, Senior Brother Malfurion. I know about this matter. That artifact called the Eye of Sargeras is indeed very evil. It contains a trace of Sargeras' consciousness. When I first came into contact with it, I was almost bewitched by this consciousness. Fortunately, I was with two Archangels of Light at the time.”

"Don't worry, this fel artifact has been completely destroyed, and no one will ever use it again." Rhodes assured Malfurion that the Eye of Sargeras was very powerful, but one use was enough.

"Then I'm relieved. Tell me about your situation in Outland, and how is Illidan doing? Has he really decided to become a demon completely?" Malfurion nodded and asked.