The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

After getting Orgrim's promise, Aiden Perenold finally summoned all his generals and nobles to prepare to reveal the news to them.

Before that, he had only discussed and decided on this matter with a few big nobles on a small scale.

Definitely, the Barov family did not participate in half of Alterac - their territory was the first to be captured by the tribe, and until now they are still trapped on the lake island, waiting for outside rescue.

How would they feel if they knew that they were betrayed by the king?

"You called us, my lord?" General Haas, the commander of the Alterac army, stood in front of the half-open map room door.

The other army generals also stood behind him.

"Yes. Come in, generals and officers." Perenold waved, trying to keep his voice calm. "I have just received news about the latest developments in the tribe, and I think it is necessary to inform you."

Haas and several other generals exchanged glances quickly, but they didn't say anything and followed him towards the huge map that covered the entire wall.

"I obtained this information from a credible source. Perenold began to say. "The tribe has occupied a small half of Alterac's territory, and the Barov family's territory has been completely occupied. Now they are stationed in Megan Ridge. . "

Several generals took a breath in surprise.

"Obviously, they are planning to attack the Kingdom of Lordaeron and have chosen to cross these mountains in order to be north of the royal city."

"When will they resume their attack?" Colonel Cardin asked eagerly. "How many are there? What kind of weapons do they carry?"

Some other generals were whispering behind him.

Perenold raised a hand, and the officers fell silent.

"I don't know when they started attacking," he replied, "although I suspect it was just a day, or two, not more. I don't know their number, but all reports indicate they were one." A powerful army.

When the king said this, he smiled, and he knew that his smile was weak.

"However, this is no longer an issue for us to consider."

General Haas stood up straight.

"No need for us to think about it, my lord?" he asked, his thick gray beard fluttering with his heavy breathing. "But we are members of the Alliance, and we have all sworn to fight with the others against the Horde."

"Things have changed now," Perenold reminded him, now sweating profusely: "I have reconsidered our options and decided to replay our role in this conflict. From now on, O Trunk will no longer be a member of the Alliance."

He took a deep breath.

"Believe me, choosing this path will make our lives better."

All the officers looked shocked.

"Sir, what do you mean...?" Cardin asked.

"I have a non-aggression pact with the tribe," Perenold replied. "We will not impede their movement across the mountains, and in return they will leave Alterac safe.

His officers looked confused, some of them angry or distressed.

"Are you asking us to conspire with the tribe, sir?" Haas asked in a low voice, unable to hide the disgust in his voice.

"Yes, I am going to conspire with the orcs!" Perenold finally lost his cool and shouted angrily. "Because I want us all to live!"

He poured out his anger and fear in his words without reservation.

"Do you know what we are facing? The tribe, the entire tribe, is planning to sweep across this mountain range! Through our homeland! Do you know how many there are there? Thousands!" Haas was different from some others. They nodded willingly, they had all seen the same report. "Do you know what these orcs look like? I once saw an orc at the same distance as you now. They are huge! As tall as a troll, but twice as wide! Developed muscles, sharp fangs ————The orc I saw required three people to lift his warhammer, but for him, it was as easy as a child’s toy! No one can resist them! They will kill them all. All of us, don't you understand? They have destroyed the Kingdom of Stormwind and Alterac will be the next target!"

"But the Alliance side--" Before Haas could finish speaking, Renold smiled resentfully.

"What happened to the Alliance?" he demanded. "Where are they now? I tell you clearly, they are not here! We established the alliance to protect our kingdom from this attack, but the tribe is now under our noses, where is the precious alliance? They abandoned us , don’t you understand?”

His voice was almost hysterical, and it took him a while to calm down.

"It is time for each kingdom to think about itself." He said to the others as calmly as possible. "I have to prioritize Alterac, and all the other kings will do the same."

"Yes, but those greenskins..." Another officer, Trand, said.

"—Big and deadly, that's right." Perenold interrupted. "But it wasn't impossible to communicate. I met with their leader. He spoke Common! He listened to me and agreed that they would keep us safe if we didn't hinder them.

"Can we - can we trust them?" asked a junior officer.

Seeing many people nodding in agreement, Perenold finally breathed a sigh of relief. For them to ask this question means that they have accepted the agreement - now they are just worried about whether the economic agreement can be implemented smoothly.

"We have no choice." The king said slowly. "As long as the Horde has this intention, they can easily defeat us. If they betray us, we are doomed. But if they keep their word - and I think they will - Alterac can survive. No matter what the cost.

"I still don't like doing it," Haas said stubbornly. "We have made commitments to other countries."

But I can see that he has some hesitation.

Perenold knew the general was thinking about the situation and beginning to understand the fact that this was the only way they could survive.

"You don't have to like it," Perenold said sternly. "What you need to do is obey the order. I am the king here and I have decided this matter. You have sworn to obey me, and I think you will abide by those oaths.

He knew that this sentence would not be enough to stop their objections, but he hoped that it would convince them, at least persuade them to remain loyal to him.

Haas stared at him for a moment.

"You are right, my lord," he finally responded. I will obey your orders. "

The other generals also nodded.

Perenold smiled.

"Very good. As for the alliance, I will bear all the consequences in my own name." He turned to face the map. "So now, the tribes will pass here, here and here."

As he spoke, he pointed to some roads to the south. He was so angry that he found his hands shaking.

"All we need to do is keep these roads unguarded, and then we can let the Horde pass without encountering a single orc.

Haas studied the bearings.

"They are preparing to attack Lordaeron from the north." He thought for a moment and drew a line with his hand leading to Lordaeron, which was not marked on this map. "If it were me, I wouldn't choose this path, but I don't know how many there are - or how arrogant they are."

He turned to Perenold, his expression mixed with suspicion.

"Soldiers may disobey orders, sir." He said coldly. "They might see it as a betrayal of their oath, or worse.

His tone revealed that he agreed.

"If they rebel, there is nothing we can do to stop them."

Perenold thought about it.

"In this case." He said: "Tell the soldiers that the tribe is planning to use the three passages in the northern mountains. If anyone asks you about the source of the information, tell them that this is precious information obtained by scouts and spies with their lives."

He nodded, quite satisfied with his wit.

"This will keep each soldier busy completing his mission and not get lost in the path of the tribe.

Haas nodded stiffly.

"I will deploy our soldiers there immediately, my lord."

"That's good." Perenold gave the general the warmest smile he could, to show that he had forgiven everything before. "You'd better get them all moving now. I don't want our men to be on the march when the Horde arrives."

The officers saluted and all left the map room—except Haas.

"Is something wrong, General?" Perenold asked, his voice sounding very tired.

"A messenger has arrived, my lord," the general replied. "From the Alliance. You were...resting when he arrived. He was waiting outside, my lord."

"Let him come in at once," replied Perenold. "Have you spoken to him?"

"Just who sent him," Haas said. "I understand you want to be the first to know the news he brings."

When he said this, the general had already stood at the door of the map room, waving to someone waiting outside. A dusty young messenger wearing leather armor walked in.

He looked at the ground nervously.

"My lord," said the young man, raising his head, and immediately lowering it. "I bring greetings and news from Lord Anduin Lothar, Commander of the Alliance.

Perenold nodded, put on his cloak and walked to the young man's side.

"Thank you General, it's okay now," he said to Haas, and the General looked relieved, closed the door and left the room.

"Now, young man," continued Perenold, turning to the messenger, "what news do you bring?"

"Lord Lothar said you should take your army to Lordaeron," the young messenger replied nervously. "The tribe will most likely attack there, and your army must go to support the defense there."

"I understand." Perenold nodded, touching his chin with one hand and placing his hand on the messenger's shoulder. "Does he want you to report on us?" he asked.

The messenger nodded.

"I understand." Perenold said again. "It's such a shame."

He turned to the young messenger, grabbed him with one arm, and struck him with the dagger in his other hand. The sharp blade penetrated the ribs and pierced the heart of the messenger. The messenger fell to the ground and died almost instantly.

"It would be nice if it was a written message." Perenold whispered to the corpse.

This king has completely gone on the road of betraying the alliance. .