Are you kidding? These were giants forged from gold and diamonds. The five-meter-tall Gold Golems and six-meter-tall Diamond Golems were true giants in front of these two little guys.
"My god, Excellency, what... what are these things?" At this moment, the old Goblin's brain was a bit overwhelmed.
These massive entities were clearly not statues, because he had seen with his own eyes that under the command of the human before him, these two could move on their own. They were weapons of war.
But who would be so wealthy as to use gold and diamonds to forge such war machines? Or rather, who possessed such technology?
"As you can see, the things I'm giving you were all obtained from the wreckage of these big guys. I lost one during a previous battle with the Scourge; otherwise, I wouldn't be trading with you at all."
"So don't think about mining them. They are Titan creations. If it weren't for the fact that one was damaged, I wouldn't be trading with you!"
There had to be a reasonable explanation for these special gold blocks and diamonds, so Rhodes would use the scrapped materials of Titan creations as his explanation.
If people knew these things could be created out of thin air using mana, their value would plummet; after all, rarity is what makes things valuable.
In the future, he would definitely bring out the Gold Golems and Diamond Golems for battle, and the Goblins would surely discover it all then, so it was better to show them openly now.
The external explanation was that he had scrapped a few of these Titan magical creations in battle, so he was selling their remains.
"Great Titan creations... truly incredible. These are simply engineering miracles. Could you sell one of these things to us?" The old Goblin looked at the two giants with a face full of greed.
Goblins were not only greedy for money but also extremely interested in these mechanical engineering creations. If they could understand the principles behind these big guys, it could greatly enhance the Goblins' combat power.
The Goblins' wealth was vast, far exceeding that of humans; without powerful military force to protect it, they wouldn't be able to keep it.
"If I gave it to you, would you dare take it? These are creations bestowed upon me by the Titan Keeper," Rhodes said with a cold snort.
Hearing this, the expressions of the two Goblins immediately slumped. Indeed, as the other party said, they didn't understand the principles of such Titan-level creations at all, nor did they know how to operate them. Buying one would be useless, and the ultimate control would still be in the hands of the man before them.
"So they are the remains of these powerful Titan creations. I was wondering why this metal was so strange."
"No problem, Excellency Rhodes. However, for these Gold Golems and Diamond Golems, we need complete remains," the old Goblin said, nodding.
The research value of such miraculous Titan creations was immense. It would be perfect if they could find a way to obtain complete remains.
"It's five tons, plus one ton of diamonds, to purchase three months' worth of grain and various supplies, as well as the usage rights of Goblin Zeppelins," Rhodes said with a cold snort.
These shorties were just too greedy, not even considering what they could actually handle.
"Excellency, it's not quite right to say that. We had already agreed on a price: ten tons of gold and two"
Tons of diamonds.
"And we want exclusive acquisition rights. In the future, if you have any more losses of these Titan creations, please sell them to us first; the more complete, the better."
"You can ask for anything you want, and we can get it for you. We even provide mining services, city construction services, and various military equipment procurement services."
"Five tons of Gold Golems remains and one ton of Diamond Golems remains is already a very reasonable price. Don't think I don't know that the value of five tons of gold far exceeds this."
"You're making a massive profit. If you're unwilling, then I'll find someone else. Don't think you have me cornered," Rhodes snorted.
"Alright, alright, buddy, we'll do as you say. However, I will report this matter to the Trade Prince. Once you reach Kalimdor, the Trade Prince will personally discuss future business with you," the old Goblin said, shrugging helplessly.
This human was very shrewd and had a great head for business; he really suspected this guy had Goblin blood in him!
But just as the human said, even if it were five tons of pure gold, they were making a massive profit, having only paid with some food.
As for the Goblin Zeppelins, this was already their specialty. Carrying no passengers and towing five Magic Ships, twenty Goblin Zeppelins would be just right—four zeppelins to tow one ship.
"I also look forward to meeting your Trade Prince. I have many more good things from Titan creations in my hands. You should know that I am protected by a Titan Keeper," Rhodes said.
The status of an envoy of the Titan Keeper would be his title while traveling the Azeroth World in the future. No matter which faction it was placed in, this title was one that people would not dare to offend easily.
Except, of course, for those who worshipped the Old Gods, as well as the undead and demons.
"Truly impressive, Lord Rhodes, to be able to gain the favor of a Titan Keeper. It is an honor to cooperate with you. Where shall we set our delivery point?" The old Goblin quietly noted Rhodes' information, intending to hire some top-tier thieves later to investigate the identity of this human named Rhodes.
This was a major client. He had a feeling that there would be many more transactions with this existence named Rhodes in the future.
"At Southshore. I will be waiting there for you to deliver the goods. When can your Goblin Zeppelins arrive?" Rhodes nodded and asked.
"I will immediately notify the Trade Prince to concentrate all the Magic Zeppelins in the entire Eastern Kingdoms. Please give us seven days, or at most ten, and more than twenty Magic Zeppelins will be in place," the old Goblin said after stroking his chin.
If this were on the Kalimdor Continent, let alone twenty zeppelins, they could gather double that—forty—within a few days.
But there was no helping it; Kalimdor was their main base, and their business here in the Eastern Kingdoms had only just begun not long ago.
Rhodes nodded and then took Renault Mograine onto a Gryphon, flying toward Southshore.
Dozens of minutes later, Rhodes returned to Southshore and met Princess Calia, Jaina, and Uther.
"How is it? Rhodes, have you settled it? If not, it's alright; we can wait for support from Dalaran."
"I will have people gather usable supplies near Southshore, and since we're by the sea, we can also fish. In short, we won't starve to death," Princess Calia said.
"Rest assured, Princess, I have settled everything. The first batch of grain will be delivered in five days, and I have already reached an agreement with the Goblins."
"They will dispatch twenty zeppelins to transport our Magic Ships. When the time comes, all the citizens will board the Magic Ships and be towed by the Goblin Zeppelins to Kalimdor." Rhodes smiled and told everyone the details of the negotiation with the Goblins.
"Rhodes, were the magic creations bestowed upon you by the Titan Keeper damaged? You're actually going to use them for trade... Is this, is this really okay?" Jaina immediately frowned upon learning that Rhodes had used the remains of the Titan Keeper's creations for trade.
When exactly did Rhodes lose a Titan creation? She didn't even know; when dealing with Arthas before, Rhodes hadn't let the Gold Golems go up to fight!
"They weren't lost; I just lied to the Goblins. In reality, these things are just some forging scraps given to me by the Titan Keeper."
"And besides the powerful Gold Golems, this time the Titan Keeper also sent even more powerful Diamond Golems. Their magic immunity is as high as 95%." Rhodes smiled at everyone and then revealed the four Diamond Golems in his possession; he could now obtain two every week.
Uther, Princess Calia, and Jaina circled around the Diamond Golems, which were shining with a white light, their faces full of disbelief. They had thought the Gold Golems were already incredibly powerful magic creations.
But they hadn't expected Rhodes to have something even better, and this time the Titan Keeper had actually given him four of them.
"This is truly wonderful, Rhodes. I must, I must properly thank the Titan Keeper for everything he has done for Lordaeron."
"Rhodes, since these scraps can be traded to the Goblins, then I think it would also be very good if you took some to Ironforge or found some Dwarf masters for forging. They should be able to make excellent armor!" Uther stroked his large beard and looked at Rhodes, saying.
Diamonds couldn't be forged into armor, but the metal could. This metal possessed very powerful anti-magic properties, and its hardness was also quite good.
After all, he had seen with his own eyes how the Gold Golems had dealt with the Faceless Ones, so using it to make armor and weapons was definitely no problem.
Rhodes' eyes lit up upon hearing this. Right, there was also this use for them! Uther's idea was a good one.
"Princess, a messenger from Dalaran has arrived."
Just as they were chatting, a burst of teleportation light suddenly flashed in the camp; the mages from Dalaran had arrived.
A messenger wearing the violet robes of Dalaran hurried through the crowd and came straight before them, respectfully bowing to Calia, Uther, Rhodes, and Jaina.
"Princess, Lord lightbringer, Lady Proudmoore, and Regent Rhodes. By order of Archmage Antonidas, Chief of the Kirin Tor Council, I have come to deliver a message."
The messenger finished speaking and took out a scroll sealed with a magical mark, presenting it with both hands.
As the scroll unfurled, the letter first expressed condolences for the tragedy in Lordaeron and sympathies to Princess Calia and the survivors of Lordaeron.
Then came the main point: As the Scourge undead run rampant, the races of the Alliance feel the chill of a shared fate. The Kirin Tor Council has summoned representatives of the main Alliance members to gather in Dalaran.
An emergency meeting will be held in three days to discuss the threat of the Scourge and the plan to support the survivors of Lordaeron.
An Alliance meeting! A light of hope ignited in Calia's eyes.
"Thank you for delivering the message, Master Mage." Calia handed the scroll to Uther and Rhodes beside her, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion but still maintaining royal dignity.
"Please reply to Archmage Antonidas that the representatives of Lordaeron—myself, Lord regent Rhodes, Uther the Lightbringer, and Lady Jaina Proudmoore of Kul Tiras—will arrive in Dalaran on time."
She had to attend this meeting, and she must attend. Rhodes had carried almost everything on his own shoulders, and as a princess, she had to do something for her people.
During the First War, the Kingdom of Stormwind was destroyed. During the Second War, Lordaeron almost single-handedly pulled the Alliance forward. Now, it was time for the Alliance to repay Lordaeron.
The messenger mage bowed again: "Yes, Princess. The Dalaran teleportation beacon has been opened to this location. Two hours before the meeting starts, there will be mages to guide the teleportation." After speaking, he bowed once more to everyone and then cast a teleportation spell, disappearing in a flare of arcane brilliance.
"Three days later—time is tight. The Alliance's support is crucial, but at the conference table, Lordaeron is no longer the powerful nation it once was. Our bargaining chips—" He looked at Rhodes and Jaina, then toward the dark mass of refugees outside the harbor, "—are only our people and a faint connection to the Titan Keeper."
The previous leader of the Alliance was King Terenas, with Lordaeron as the core. But now, in a sense, the Kingdom of Lordaeron had fallen—fallen in just a few short days.
First, the ravages of the Undead Plague dealt a massive blow to Lordaeron's power. Then came the Orc riots. Arthas led an expedition to Northrend, returned to kill his father, and incited a rebellion in the capital. The undead army swept across Lordaeron, and now its strength had plummeted to freezing point. How to gain a voice at the negotiating table was a problem.
"Lord Uther, do you mean we won't receive help at the negotiating table?" Princess Calia asked.
Uther sighed upon hearing this and nodded. "As you say, Princess, I feel that the various races of the Alliance will not provide us with much help this time."
"But during the First War, when the Orcs destroyed the Kingdom of Stormwind and Stormwind City, we generously and selflessly aided them. In the Second War, we led the human nations, along with the High Elves, Dwarves, and Gnomes, to defeat the Orcs. How could they?" Princess Calia said.
"If King Terenas were still alive, the Alliance nations would indeed provide generous aid. But now, Gilneas will definitely not help; of that I am certain. Stromgarde is struggling to protect itself, and the Kingdom of Alterac exists in name only. Dalaran and Kul Tiras might give us some aid, but it will be limited.
Of these two nations, one is a maritime kingdom, and the other is a mage realm consisting of only a single city. The mage kingdom even highly depends on the resources provided by Lordaeron.
Kul Tiras, at most, can provide us with some ships." Uther glanced at Jaina after speaking; he understood the internal politics of Kul Tiras.
It wasn't like Lordaeron where King Terenas had the final say and could mobilize the entire nation's strength; there were the four great families there.
"We in Kul Tiras will do our best to help, but our power is also limited. Kul Tiras's national strength is what it is," Jaina sighed.
Being able to mobilize a fleet and bring some grain was already the limit for Kul Tiras.
"Then what about the Kingdom of Stormwind? King Wrynn can't just sit idly by, can he?" Princess Calia said.
Back then, the Kingdom of Stormwind could be said to have been destroyed. The young prince brought a large number of refugees to Lordaeron and received a generous reception from her father.
Later, her father even helped the other party recover and return to the throne. Upon leaving, King Wrynn had told King Terenas that if there ever came a day when the Kingdom of Lordaeron needed help, Stormwind would agree unconditionally and help Lordaeron without reservation.
"Stormwind has many internal issues. I heard that not long ago, the Queen of Stormwind was killed by a mob. After the construction of Stormwind City was completed, the local stonemasons weren't paid, and they've even incited riots in Westfall. Moreover, Stormwind is too far from us. If we go to Stormwind, we would indeed be accepted, but the subsequent problems would still need to be solved," Rhodes said with a shrug.
Counting on Stormwind was too unreliable. The distance between Stormwind and Lordaeron was quite far, and its internal problems were currently extremely serious. The Black Dragon Princess had been stirring up trouble the whole time.
Even if Lordaeron's Great Fleet reached Stormwind, whether Stormwind could support so many people was another matter. After all, Stormwind had only recently been rebuilt, its national strength had not yet recovered, and it wasn't like the Lordaeron of old that could take in so many refugees.
As soon as Rhodes spoke, everyone fell silent. In this way, of the seven human kingdoms, the only ones who could truly help were Kul Tiras and Dalaran, and both had limited strength. Stromgarde and Alterac would at most provide some more refugees, which was worse than providing no help at all!
Calia's eyes dimmed, and she even felt a bit at a loss. She was just a woman! Such immense pressure was weighing down on her.
"There is still hope, Princess. We brought back Lord Uther, the leader of the Silver Hand, saved countless citizens of Lordaeron, and struck a key deal with the Goblins to solve our immediate crisis. This in itself is strength—a testament to Lordaeron's unyielding spirit.
As for the Titan Keeper—" Rhodes paused, his gaze sweeping over the expectant eyes of everyone around, "—this will be one of our most important bargaining chips at the meeting table.
Archmage Antonidas is a wise elder. He understands that the threat of the Scourge far exceeds internal disputes."
Everyone nodded together upon hearing this. Rhodes was right; at least for now, they were still the legitimate authority of Lordaeron.
Calia took a deep breath, her eyes gradually becoming firm: "Then, myself, regent Rhodes, Lord Uther, and Jaina will go to Dalaran as the core representatives.
Renault Mograine, please assist the knights Darion, Sally, Ballard, and Gavinrad in staying behind to maintain order in Southshore. Coordinate the goods handover with the Goblins, and prepare to receive subsequent refugees. Any news regarding the movements of Arthas or the main Scourge force must be reported immediately via magical transmission!"
"As you command, Princess!" everyone immediately replied.
Three days passed in a flash, and soon it was the day to head to Dalaran.
In the early morning, the Dalaran mage responsible for guiding the teleportation arrived on time. A stable arcane portal expanded in the center of the camp, emitting a soft violet glow.
Princess Calia changed into a relatively clean but weather-beaten Lordaeron royal gown, her expression solemn. Uther still wore his battle-worn lightbringer paladin plate armor, which had some stains wiped away but still bore cracks, with the silver hand warhammer gripped in his hand.
Jaina wore a Kul Tiras-style mage robe, while Rhodes had changed into a regent's ceremonial robe.
Under the hopeful and worried gazes of the many staying paladins and civilians, the four stepped into the portal side by side.
The dizziness brought by the spatial transition hit instantly, and the group arrived in the city of mages, Dalaran.
They appeared in the center of a magnificent circular hall, the core area of Dalaran's Violet Citadel—the Kirin Tor Council Chamber.
At this time, many figures had already gathered in the hall. The white-bearded Archmage Antonidas stood at the head, his expression grave.
Beside him were several members of the Kirin Tor's Council of Six, but aside from Kaelthas, Rhodes didn't recognize a single one. He didn't know if the famous Ronin was currently among them.
In addition, there were representatives from Stromgarde, Stormwind, the Kul Tiras Navy, the Wildhammer Dwarves, the Gnomeregan Gnomes, and Ironforge.
These people had all been invited by Antonidas, and some had even used teleportation magic. If not for the convenience of teleportation magic, the news of Lordaeron's fall probably wouldn't have spread throughout the human world by now.
The moment the teleportation light faded, everyone's eyes focused on the four who had just arrived. For a moment, the hall fell into a delicate silence.
Sympathy, scrutiny, inquiry, anxiety, admiration—all sorts of complex emotions intertwined in the air.
Who could have imagined that the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the most powerful nation in the Alliance, would be destroyed in such a short time?
Archmage Antonidas was the first to break the silence: "Princess Calia Menethil, Uther the Lightbringer, Jaina Proudmoore, and—regent Rhodes.
Welcome to Dalaran. Seeing you safe puts my mind at ease. We share the pain of Lordaeron's suffering."
The representatives of the other races and nations also spoke one by one, expressing sympathy for Lordaeron's plight.
"Kul Tiras will do its utmost to help the Kingdom of Lordaeron. We will send a fleet to escort the Lordaeron immigrants to Kalimdor."
"The High Elves will also send some people, including priests and mages, about a thousand in total."
Kaelthas nodded toward Rhodes as he spoke.
He had just received news yesterday that the overconfident undead army had actually headed north to attack QuelThalas. This was simply seeking their own death.
With the protection of the eternal Sunwell, the entirety of QuelThalas was shrouded in a massive magical barrier—three layers of them, in fact. For the undead army to break through would be harder than reaching the heavens.
He believed that Arthas would soon be severely beaten by the QuelThalas army and return in crushing defeat.
"At the same time, we, Quel'Thalas, are also willing to provide some resources: food, medicine, and magic potions," Kael'thas said.
These were nothing to the wealthy Quel'Thalas; instead, it was a good opportunity to befriend Rhode, the envoy of the Titan Keeper.
"We, Dalaran, will also dispatch a portion of mages to accompany the Princess to Kalimdor, and support with a batch of supplies," Archmage Antonidas said.
But the supplies they could provide were actually quite limited. The logistics of sea voyages still relied on Kul Tiras. At this time, no one knew that Rhode had already solved the problem of sea voyage supplies.
"We, the Wildhammer Dwarves, can also provide some supplies, a group of Dwarven Riflemen, and Gryphon Warriors."
"The Kingdom of Stormwind wants to help, but it's difficult for our army to reach Lordaeron whether by ship or on foot. If we take the land route, we must pass through Blackrock Mountain."
"That is land controlled by Orcs, and there are the Dark Iron Dwarves of Shadowforge City. The logistics line is too long, and it would be extremely difficult for us to break through there."
"Going by sea also requires at least three to four months of preparation. I'm sorry, Your Highness, but I'm afraid Stormwind City cannot provide much help this time," the representative of Stormwind City said with a look of regret.
After learning of the disaster in Lordaeron, King Wrynn could hardly believe it. He simply couldn't accept that Arthas would assassinate his own father, betray his people, and destroy his country.
King Wrynn very much wanted to help Lordaeron; after all, he had received immense kindness from King Terenas back then. However, the national situation of Stormwind City did not allow him to do so.
A large number of nobles opposed supporting Lordaeron. After all, they were struggling to protect themselves. Stormwind City was not a maritime power. Some nobles even suggested that if the Lordaeron refugee fleet wanted to come to Stormwind City, they should be refused; Stormwind City could not accept so many refugees.
Under the careful orchestration of a certain Countess, almost all the nobles voted against it, refusing to help the Kingdom of Lordaeron in any form. Even if the King wanted to help, he was powerless.
As soon as the envoy from Stormwind City spoke, the expressions of everyone present changed slightly. We are all contributing people and effort, yet you, Stormwind City, say you can't help at all!
Was there some mistake? Your King was the one who received the greatest kindness from Lordaeron; this is just too much!
How can people be like this?
Princess Calia looked at the representative of Stormwind City with great disappointment. The other party hadn't even invited them to take refuge in Stormwind City, especially when they knew they were heading to the Kalimdor Continent. Not even a single invitation, not even for show. It was truly disappointing.
When the young Prince Wrynn and Sir Lothar led the refugees to Lordaeron back then, they were received with generous hospitality by her father!
Fortunately, they hadn't followed the suggestions of those nobles to go to Stormwind City; otherwise, they would have only received cold shoulders.
"Thank you very much for your speech. We will remember Stormwind City's generosity in our hearts," Rhode said with a cold laugh.
One day, I'll go chop that black dragon up. No! I'll ride her first.
Speaking of which, Rhode used to farm Onyxia in Dustwallow Marsh every week but never got Onyxia's Reins. Now that he was finally in Azeroth, he had to ride this legendary mount no matter what.
"I'm sorry, Stormwind City really doesn't have the capacity. However, King Wrynn said that Princess Calia can bring some nobles there for refuge."
"Once the Kingdom of Stormwind has handled some matters at hand, we will definitely help Lordaeron restore its nation," the representative of Stormwind City said.
Actually, she felt quite embarrassed saying this, but it was the decision of the King and the noble council. She had no choice but to relay it.
"Princess Calia, we at Stromgarde cannot provide any help, but we can provide a group of refugees."
"We are also suffering from the attacks of the Scourge. This is all Lordaeron's fault. If it weren't for your country's prince's betrayal, this disaster wouldn't have happened. He even personally slaughtered the people of Stratholme," the representative of Stromgarde said with a cold snort.
Lordaeron came to them for support, but they wanted Lordaeron to give them an explanation! Who caused this Scourge? Wasn't it a certain King's good son?
This Plague and Scourge had struck other human nations, except for Kul Tiras and Stormwind City.
"If your country is unwilling to care for its own refugees, then Lordaeron is not unable to accept them. For the sake of the Holy Light, I will take them to Kalimdor," Princess Calia said with a cold snort.
People are the cornerstone of rebuilding a kingdom. Without people, there is nothing. The more people who followed her to Kalimdor, the better. Anyway, Rhode had already solved all the problems.
Even without the help of the Alliance, they could safely cross west to Kalimdor. Now she had seen the true faces of the human nations.
"I speak on behalf of Gilneas. The King of Gilneas announces his withdrawal from the Alliance. We will no longer involve ourselves in any Alliance matters."
"Besides, this is just a Scourge outbreak, an internal matter of Lordaeron. We have no reason to interfere," the representative of Gilneas said with a cold snort.
They had already built the tall Greymane Wall. This massive defensive structure could resist any existence trying to invade Gilneas. Their Gilneas was safe.
They had no interest in getting involved in Lordaeron's affairs. As for the representative of the Kingdom of Alterac, or rather, there was no representative, because in a sense, this country had already been annexed by Lordaeron.
"Is that so? Then when the day comes that Gilneas suffers a disaster, I hope you don't come begging us," Rhode said, glancing at the representative of Gilneas.
You bunch of weaklings. During the Third War, you were beaten by a secondary undead force and had to summon Worgen. After that, you were bullied by The Forsaken for a long time. If you hadn't rejoined the Alliance in the end, you would have lost even your home.
This country will soon suffer from the Worgen curse, and then you'll get what's coming to you.
"Humph! That day will never come. Excuse me, everyone, I'm returning to Gilneas. I don't have time for idle chatter here." The Gilnean representative didn't show any respect and left directly.
This time, they hadn't come to attend the Alliance meeting, but to withdraw from the Alliance.
After the Gilnean representative left, the atmosphere of the meeting became slightly awkward.
"Ironforge is also willing to support with a group of dwarven warriors. However, Khaz Modan is still very far from here, and it may take us some time to travel."
"As for supplies, it would take four or five months to transport them. But if Her Highness has a need, we can take in some refugees," the representative of Ironforge said.
His Majesty Magni Bronzebeard has just suffered the loss of his brother and is currently forging a divine weapon with resentment. They at Ironforge want to support, but the distance is truly too far.
The help they can provide is truly limited, but they can accept some refugees.
Princess Calia nodded upon hearing this and expressed her gratitude to Ironforge. She also knew the situation of the dwarves; after all, Muradin Bronzebeard could be said to have indirectly died at the hands of Arthas.
The fact that they could accept a group of refugees and even promised some supplies was already beyond her expectations. Dwarves were still very reliable. Unfortunately, the supplies they provided would take several months to transport, so it was as good as nothing.
"Thank you very much for His Majesty Magni's generosity. However, I'm afraid we cannot wait for the dwarven reinforcements. We plan to set off for Kalimdor in a few days," Rhode said.
"Princess Calia, I am sorry to announce that we, Gnomeregan, cannot provide much support either. At most, we can provide a group of Gnome Engineers or some engineering creations like Engineering Tanks and planes to help," the gnome representative said.
It couldn't be helped; it wasn't that they didn't want to provide support, but they were truly at their wits' end.
Gnomeregan was suffering from an infestation of Troggs. Originally, they wanted the Alliance to support them, but the Alliance was now struggling to save itself. They didn't want to trouble the Alliance further. The High Tinker didn't even choose to seek help from their staunch allies, the dwarves.
Rhode sneered and shook his head on the side. Compared to their fellow humans, the dwarves, Gnomes, and High Elves had provided more help to Lordaeron. They were truly like a heap of loose sand.
"Everyone, I hope you show some responsibility. Lordaeron was once the backbone of the Alliance. When King Terenas was alive, he helped every nation. We cannot just sit by and do nothing." At this point, Archmage Antonidas could no longer stand it.
The many envoys of the Alliance looked at each other in silence; no one was willing to speak up.
"I don't think we need your material aid. If you are willing to send some people to cross west to Kalimdor with us, then Princess Calia and I are naturally willing to take them."
"However, we don't need you to provide resources. As the regent of Lordaeron, I have already communicated with the Goblin Factions."
"The Goblins are willing to provide us with Airships and a large amount of supplies to help us reach the Kalimdor Continent," Rhode said with a cold snort.
If they had relied on Alliance funding before, that would have been a big mistake. Luckily, they had approached the Goblins earlier. There's a saying that rings true:
One must rely on oneself; others can never be relied upon. In this world, the only ones who will help you unconditionally are your parents.
"Regent Rhode, did you make a deal with the Goblins? What did you give them? Those little fellows are quite greedy," Archmage Antonidas asked.
The Goblins were actually going to be responsible for the logistics this time. These guys don't get up early unless there's profit. Rhode couldn't have offered some Titan creation, could he?
"It's nothing, just some worthless little gadgets that I don't really need anymore, and the Goblins happened to need them."
"Archmage Antonidas, we will set off for Kalimdor in three days. If anyone is willing to come with us, they are welcome; if not, we won't force anyone."
"Regent Rhode, can you tell me the details of your deal with the Goblins? Did you sell out 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're talking about."
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"As far as I know, King Terenas modified a batch of Magic Ships with powerful spatial properties. Although they were built with the help of the Titan Keeper,"
"it was the Alliance that paid for them. If you used these things to trade with the Goblins, then it is equivalent to violating the interests of our Alliance."
"These Magic Ships should be distributed by our entire Alliance, rather than being controlled solely by Lordaeron."
The representative of Stromgarde said.
Hearing this, Princess Calia was incredibly furious, her chest heaving violently. These damned people! These things were clearly paid for by Lordaeron, and now Lordaeron's use of these Magic Ships is being called Alliance property?
"That's right. Lord Rhode 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 reach their full potential in Dalaran."
"In the future, you might even obtain the title of a member of the Kirin Tor Council. A regent of a fallen nation is nothing to be nostalgic about," another member of the Kirin Tor Council said.
"Oh, so I came here on behalf of Lordaeron just for you to tell me, 'Hey buddy, hand over the Magic Ships in your hands, as well as the Titan technology and magic you possess,' right?" Rhode said with a cold snort.
Now he finally knew why the future Scarlet Crusade and the Lordaeron resistance movements couldn't get along with the Alliance.
When Lordaeron truly fell into disaster, not a single person reached out to help. To be honest, Rhode's impression of the Old King was good.
At least the Old King didn't plan to seize things from him by force, and even conferred a title of Baron upon their meeting. A member of the Kirin Tor Council of Six, huh? That thing isn't worth much.
"The bloodline of The Menethil Family is still here. Our Lordaeron has not yet fallen. Sooner or later, I will lead my people to reclaim our former territory," Princess Calia roared.
She really couldn't take it anymore, 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, but the humans started seizing it!
"If you think so, then yes. You are still too young, child. There are some things you cannot handle. The things of the Titan Keeper should be handed over to us."
Who have the mages of Dalaran ever feared? Just a Titan Keeper?
What's so great about it? Besides, you're not even a real Titan Keeper!
At this time, Kael'thas's expression also changed slightly. He never dreamed that the mages of Dalaran would plan to seize things by force. "If you want to fight, I'll accompany you." Rhode snorted coldly and directly summoned two Angels, four Diamond Golems, and a full nine Gold Golems.
Uther also raised his silver hand warhammer, his entire body emitting a thick Holy Light Power.
"Uther the Lightbringer has not died in battle yet! I have the ability to protect the bloodline of King Terenas."
"Anyone who doesn't believe it can try."