Mograine was visiting Gnomeregan for the first time—the legendary underground technological city of the gnomes. It definitely lived up to its reputation; everything was refreshing his understanding, just like Aiden's Durnholde.
Now, the leader of the gnomes, High Tinker Mekkatorque, was standing in front of him. The gnome took off his goggles, held the letter, and read it several times, his wise eyes now full of suspicion.
"What's wrong, my friend?" Muradin Bronzebeard watched him glaring at it without saying a word. Although the letter was quite lengthy, it shouldn't take a full fifteen minutes to just stare at it, right?
This wasn't like the gnome leader Mekkatorque he knew, who hated wasting time the most.
Mekkatorque jumped onto his chair and looked at Mograine: "You said this letter is from a lord named Aiden? Someone from another world, guided by a certain prophet?"
"Yes, High Tinker!" Mograine hurriedly stood up to answer.
"Sit down, sit down, I don't want to have to look up to you!" Mekkatorque waved his hand. He tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair, thought for a moment, and handed the letter to Muradin, "Take a look, Muradin, it's a bit related to you as well."
"Aiden mentioned us?" Muradin took the letter and quickly skimmed through it.
'Brann's expedition in Uldaman will alarm the stone troggs slumbering underground. These savage creatures will attack the gnomes and dwarves of Dun Morogh.'
'Gnomeregan will therefore face a major crisis!'
The main point of this letter was a prediction about this event. It also warned Mekkatorque not to close off Gnomeregan and resist the stone troggs alone if that day came, and even more so not to use radioactive weapons.
This letter didn't mention Thermaplugg, the high advisor who betrayed Mekkatorque in his desire to become the gnome king. Aiden thought that writing it would create a sense of discord. If the gnomes successfully resisted the stone troggs, Thermaplugg would have a harder time exploiting the situation.
"That's terrible!" Muradin jumped up in shock. "Brann has already gone to the Badlands. His last letter mentioned this name, that's right, it was called Uldaman!"
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"Kayle, take a look, which of these names is more suitable?"
Aiden was writing several names on paper to replace Durnholde—this place was originally named to hold prisoners, but now that it was no longer a concentration camp and had been reborn, it was obviously inappropriate to continue using the old name.
Furthermore, renaming it would also help bring a new understanding to Azeroth: this was Valoran's territory, not some former concentration camp. It was equivalent to re-declaring sovereignty to the natives, while also giving the people here a greater sense of belonging.
Kayle saw some messy names written on the paper, such as "Progress," "Striving," "City of Angels," "Los Angeles," "Peerless City," and so on. She immediately liked the name City of Angels, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was too much of an advertisement for their angel race, which would reduce Aiden's presence as the master.
Kayle asked, "What does Los Angeles mean?"
Aiden replied, "It's the name of a city in my hometown."
"Sounds Alright."
"Then let's use it!" Aiden decided immediately.
Today was the day Durnholde's reconstruction was completed, and it was also the day Valoran officially established itself in this world, so the entire city began a celebration and would hold a grand military parade.
Aiden invited the surrounding neighbors to participate in the celebration, including the Kingdom of Dalaran, the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, and the Kingdom of Stromgarde.
Stormwind, Ironforge, and Gnomeregan were too far away, so Aiden didn't invite them, while Gilneas had closed the Greymane Wall, and Aiden wouldn't bother to embarrass himself. As for Quel'Thalas—he had beaten their king badly and even broken the Sunstrider's ancestral divine sword, so how could he dare to invite the high elves?
But Aiden swore that he was doing it out of good intentions. It depended on whether Anasterian could learn a lesson. In the original history, his Felo'melorn was cut off by Arthas, who attacked the Sunwell with Frostmourne, leading to the death of this high elf king. Clearly, the quality of this Felo'melorn still needed to be improved.
Later, when his son Kael'thas reforged Felo'melorn and used it to fight Kael'thas again, the situation of being cut off due to insufficient weapon quality and leading to defeat and death did not occur—although he still didn't win.
In general, Aiden's current severing of Felo'melorn might mean that when a new Lich King or Death Knight attacks the Sunwell in the future, the pre-reforged divine sword will not be cut off, and perhaps the person holding it will be able to escape by chance.
Dalaran, who had the best relationship with him, sent the leader Antonidas, while Jaina directly represented Kul Tiras. The Kingdom of Stromgarde sent the eldest prince, Galen Trollbane. They had all been envoys to the orcish horde and could be considered acquaintances of Aiden. Lordaeron sent Prince Arthas, which was also a great show of respect.
Several representatives sat on the viewing platform and talked to each other.
Prince Galen said, "This city is truly unbelievable."
Antonidas said, "Aiden is indeed an unfathomable person."
Jaina said with a smile: "During my time here, I can learn many new things every day."
Arthas interjected: "It seems you're doing well here, Jaina."
Jaina smiled at him. This former couple now seemed to be talking and laughing freely. But both of them knew very well in their hearts that their hearts were no longer the same as before.
"Jaina, I didn't expect you to reach the realm of Archmage so quickly. Congratulations!"
"Arthas, aren't you the same? You've become a true paladin so quickly."
At this time, the orchestra played music, and amplified by the loudspeakers, the entire square could hear it clearly.
Administrator Rebecca walked to the front desk and said loudly: "Today is the day our Valoran Federation is officially established. Let us welcome the respected head of the Federation, Mr. Aiden!"
The square erupted in enthusiastic applause. Aiden walked to the front desk amid the applause.
The entire city had a complete broadcasting system, and the microphone in front of him could transmit his voice to every corner of the city.
And tens of thousands of people in this city were listening quietly in front of the broadcast.
Aiden took a deep breath, suppressed the tension in his heart, and said, "Hello everyone, I am Aiden, the first head of the Valoran Federation. I am very happy to have everyone's recognition and support. Although this position was not obtained through popular vote, I am very happy that no one objects. I was originally an ordinary person, just like you, perhaps fate brought me to this world and gave me responsibilities far beyond my imagination."
"Thanks to everyone's unremitting efforts and hard work, the ruins under our feet have been transformed into this clean and prosperous new city in just three months. 'Durnholde' was a detention center built to hold prisoners of war. Now it is our new home, and it is obviously no longer suitable to continue using that old name. In the future, it will be more prosperous and lively, and will become a pearl of the Lordaeron continent, so I propose to name it Los Angeles. I hope it can radiate a shining light on this land!"
"Los Angeles!" The audience under the stage immediately shouted the name. They immediately accepted the new name "Los Angeles."
After the shouting subsided, Aiden continued: "Valoran is a world of multiple city-states, multiple races, and multiple civilizations that tolerate each other, but reality does not allow our various forces to survive in this new world in a completely independent way. We have come here, so we must adapt to the rules and environment of this new world. We need to unite. Therefore, there is this initiative of the Valoran Federation."
"No matter what our identities were before, whether you were a Demacian, a Noxian, an Ionian, a Yordle, or a person from Lordaeron, or even other races such as gnomes, dwarves, elves, goblins, etc. who have joined us, all races who agree with our ideas, now we are all members of the Valoran Federation, and we are all working hard for its survival and development."
"Now we are no longer fighting alone. Many kingdoms in Azeroth have provided us with selfless help. They have provided our Valoran Federation with land for survival and free status, and invited us to join the Alliance and become an equal member of the Alliance. Now we will also fight for the Alliance and wipe out its enemies!"
"Now the Alliance is facing a crisis. This is a crisis for all living. For our new world, for our survival, we will fight bravely under the banner of the Alliance and wipe out all enemies who try to destroy our happy life! We have this confidence because we have this strength. Now, let's show the world our strength! I announce that the military parade officially begins!"
The square erupted in cheers, and Aiden maintained his smile. Then he quietly wiped the sweat from his palms on his pants. He had never given a speech in front of so many people, let alone had the experience of leading a country. Fortunately, he didn't embarrass himself!
"You'll get used to this kind of scene in the future," Kayle's words floated into his ears.
Aiden shrugged. "I hope so."
Subsequently, the three-army honor guard took the lead, marching in neat steps past the podium, and shouting "Long live the Valoran Federation" and "Salute to the Head of State." Aiden waved his hand while thinking: If I changed into a German World War II uniform, this would definitely be a scene of the head of state reviewing the troops!
Then, the Noxus Legion, the Demacia Legion, the Piltover Police, the Air Force formation, the artillery, the tanks, and the mechanical troops appeared one by one, making people overwhelmed.
And the final appearance of the "Hero Group" brought the entire military parade to a climax!