grabbed the sharp blade.

There were bloodstains on his cheeks, and his Mediterranean hairstyle didn't look very nice. He was wearing the worn-out leather armor of adventurers, and he looked like a embarrassed old warrior, but the aura lingering around him made him...

The atmosphere in the entire King's Hall became solemn.

Behind everyone, there were royal guards half-kneeling on the ground. Even the great knight Uther was standing aside, because behind Lothar, there were four princes, a king, and a member of the Holy Light Church.

The Archbishop, a prophet who can see into the future, a Countess who can represent the inheritance of Alterac, and the Archmage who represents the city-state of Dalaran.

This is already a power that can make the entire alliance tremble.

"Since when will mankind reject the peace that comes to our doorstep?"

Lothar's voice rang in the palace and reached the ears of everyone present.

"Since when did we abandon the nobility and courage of our ancestors because we were worried that the enemy would come back and bury them with their own consciences?"

This question made Dai Lin take a step back subconsciously, because he saw the unbelievable light in his son's eyes, which made him feel ashamed.

"Since when did the noblest blood of mankind put their tactics and power over the people they swore to protect?"

This was a bit jarring, especially for the two old kings sitting on the chairs, but their eyes did not even change. It seemed that everything happening in front of them was so ordinary and uninteresting.

"How did our alliance sink to this level?"

Lothar closed her eyes and whispered:

"When did the career that I devoted myself to and gave everything to begin to fall apart?"

The returning general took a step back and stood in front of Orgrim. He looked at the king and dukes in front of him and said in a deep voice:

"If you kill now the only orc who is willing to end this absurd war with peace, then I refuse! Not because I forgive him and his tribe, nor because he humbly begged us for peace, but because we

The people need peace!”

"I swore an oath to protect my people, so I can't let you do this!"

"bass"

The long sword like a bronze key was held in Lothar's hand. Both sides of the sword were covered with raised and symmetrical fourth-order sharp blades, which were reorganized into a complete ring in front of the hilt, and behind the sword

The top of the blade was separated like a symmetrical tuning fork. The surface of the blade was engraved with mysterious runes from 2,800 years ago. When it was held in Lothar's hand, the center of the separated blade was as blazing as a burning fire.

The burning energy jumped, protecting Lothar's body within it.

When this sword appeared again in front of the world 2800 years later, the aura from ancient times appeared on the sword holder. It was the last will left by the first and only emperor of mankind.

It is in the blood of every human being who is still alive after 2800 years, making them feel awe and fear.

Dai Lin sighed. He took a step back and leaned slightly towards Lothar. Duke Bolvar knelt on one knee and lowered his proud head. Even the two old kings trembled under the power of this bloodline call.

He stood up tremblingly and supported his body with the scepter. Behind Lothar, the young prince and king looked at the sword with reverence.

The true emperor's sword of mankind, the symbol of the co-owner of human civilization, and the true interpretation of royal power.

"In the flames of Scamdor we see the future..."

"Wars, those that have passed, those that have not yet begun, those ongoing wars, have changed and ended the old world. What we are seeing now is called the new era. Those things that cannot be known by people, what the people are eager to know,

But in reality, they, including us, are not ready for it... We need everything we can get ready for!"

"Therefore, in the name of the last bloodline of Emperor Thoradin, in the name of Anduin Lothar, in the name of the Holy Arathor Empire, I order you!"

"Accept peace!"

Lothar turned around and looked at Orgrim and the four young orcs behind him:

"And you, the chief of the orcs, you will get the peace you want, but this peace does not represent the weakness of mankind. We are willing to give you a place to live, but if you are not satisfied yet, but if the war in the future will still

If you break out, then I will lead the human warriors and defeat you completely like I did before! We are never afraid of challenges, we are never afraid of peace, this is our courage!"

Orgrim stared blankly at Lothar in front of him, at the marshal who had defeated the arrogant tribe head-on. Finally, he took a deep breath, took a step back, and lowered his head:

"Then thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."
Chapter completed!