The soldiers who boarded the warship all looked at the new recruits who were making noises.
"Are those Regan's troops?" Varian, standing on the bow of the ship, asked his advisor Sergey.
"Yes, Your Majesty, that is the new army commanded by Baron Regan," the high elf advisor replied respectfully.
"It's rare that he can inspire the morale of these new recruits so quickly," Varian nodded, "but it seems that his troops will not be needed for this black dragon hunting operation."
The high elf advisor asked in confusion: "Don't you value this paladin very much? Why don't you use his troops?"
"Strength is extremely easy to break," Varian sighed. "After all, he was born in the Scarlet Crusade, and his heart filled with the flames of revenge is simply not like a priest - I heard that the Lightbringer Uther was killed by his student Al
After Sass was killed, the paladins of the Silver Hand smeared their silver-white shirts with blood. They vowed to spend their entire lives hunting down the fallen prince and killing all the minions of the natural disaster. Regan's current
His approach is no different from that of his partners. They are all driven by fanaticism and paranoia, and even under the guise of revenge, people will still shy away."
"So this is how the Scarlet Crusade came. Your Majesty is indeed very knowledgeable."
"Okay, no need to flatter me," Varian scolded with a smile, "You high elves have become extremely tacky after living in the human world for a long time. Look at how pure Regan's night elf girlfriend is.
's little girl"
"I don't dare to compare myself with the beautiful Miss Sophie, my lord," Sergey replied respectfully, "but forgive me for being stupid. Since this trip is to avenge Marshal Windsor, why not let him take revenge?"
Where is Lieutenant Colonel Regan, who has the most ardent heart, going to fight?"
Varian patted the elf on the shoulder: "The sword has double edges. To defeat the enemy, you must first hurt yourself - the stronger the negative force, the more severe the backlash. The more you value this young man, the less you can let him do whatever he wants.
,I don’t want Regan to become the second Alsace”
"Your wisdom has eclipsed the starry sky of Azeroth, Your Majesty." The high elf bowed deeply.
"Wise?" Varian sighed slightly, shook his head and did not answer, "Tell Regan to board the ship, it's time to set off."
"As you command, Your Majesty"
The loud marching horn sounded, and more than a hundred troop transports and frigates in the port turned their rudders and slowly sailed towards the place where they were about to conquer - Kalimdor
After a week of bumps in the Endless Sea, the huge fleet of the Kingdom of Stormwind finally arrived at the port of Theramore. Varian and several generals walked out of the cabin, and saw all the ships of Theramore Navy moving ten nautical miles away.
Go, line up and fire salutes to welcome the arrival of the Storm King
"Your Majesty, perhaps this female lord's intention is more to demonstrate to you than to welcome your kindness." Reagan put away the monocular and said jokingly.
Varian shook his head: "No one is more loyal to the Alliance than Jaina. Most people misunderstood her because she helped Thrall, but these people don't understand the terror of the Burning Legion at all. It is a race that no race can defeat alone."
Enemies; they have destroyed countless planes and come to Azeroth with all-consuming desires.”
The Storm King's eyes became profound: "Legen, you have to remember that although we hate the orcs and hate the tribe, in the face of the huge evil that can destroy our common homeland, you must make some compromises with the barbarians you hate.
This is not cowardice, but wisdom.”
Regan nodded with understanding, then adjusted his uniform, and followed Varian and the generals down the gangway.
"The entire island of Theramore welcomes the Lord of Azeroth, the King of Storms, and the Supreme Commander of the Alliance, His Majesty Varian Wrynn. May the Holy Light shine forever on our king!" A beautiful woman standing in front of the guard of honor.
The mage Yingying saluted, and his beautiful appearance made many generals in Stormwind City shine.
"My pleasure, Ms. Jaina," Varian smiled and kissed the back of the female mage's hand, "I haven't seen you for so many days, but you are still so dazzling."
"Your Majesty, these are not the only words to praise a woman." The female lord of Theramore put away her business-like tone and unceremoniously revealed Varian's shorts.
"Okay, I admit my shortcomings in this area," Varian smiled helplessly and pointed at Ragen beside him. "Maybe you would like to chat with this Baron Ragen. He was the one who recently danced in Stormwind City.
Ladies’ new goal”
"Are you Christine Regan?" Jaina looked at the paladin standing beside her with interest, tapping her chin with her onion-like fingers, "Now it is spread from Darnassus to Ironforge.
Your name, I am very curious about what kind of young man can combine many advantages and be praised by all alliance leaders."
All the military and political officials present turned their attention to Regan, and whispered to those around him about the origins of this young officer.
"My lord, you are praising me so much that I am just doing my duty as an Alliance warrior." Regan respectfully greeted Jaina without any disrespect. "Compared with the great achievements you made on Mount Hyjal, this is really nothing."
It’s not worth mentioning”
"He is such a humble young man, and he is also very handsome." Jaina's eyes flashed, and the staff in her hand tapped the ground lightly, "Your Majesty, please forgive me for my poor hospitality. If you don't mind it, you might as well follow me to the Mage
Ta Yisu, I believe you will be interested in some 'wonderful' things."
Varian frowned: "Is it related to the purpose of our trip?"
"It's a great relationship," the female mage twisted her waist slightly and explained to the adjutant behind her, "Yin Mo'er, make room for the soldiers of Stormwind City to camp, and be prepared to summon all mages at any time. In the next few days,
We are going to make big moves”
The high elf adjutant bowed and said: "As you wish, my lord"
"Then please come with me. I hope you won't find the place remote and rough."
Everyone was led by Jaina to her mage tower, which is also the palace of the lord of Theramore. Although this was the second time they came here, Regan was still full of curiosity about this building that was not coordinated inside and outside.
The magic of Lai Mage is not just about rubbing fireballs
"Please take a seat, my lords." The mage tower uses a bar table, and Varian naturally sits at the top of it, but what is surprising is that Jaina chooses to sit next to Regan.
"Jaina, tell me what you want to show us." The corners of Varian's mouth curled up slightly. He was actually very happy to see Ragen looking uncomfortable.
"Of course, Your Majesty," the female mage stood up and took out a rotten baby dragon from the storage ring. Although Jaina used the levitation technique to hold it in her hand, she could still smell the stench from a distance.
, "This is a newly born black dragon, and what you see is the form when it breaks out of its shell."
There were low exclamations on the long table. Varian frowned and said: "You mean, it was born as a dragon with ulcers all over its body?"
"To be more precise, it is an undead dragon," Jaina muttered the spell silently. After a moment, the hypnotized young dragon opened its eyes. Even though it was bound by the spell, this terrible thing was still struggling violently and drooling.
The rotting mouthparts bit vainly at Jaina.
"What a miserable creature, Mr. Regan, can you use your holy light to end its pain?" Jaina leaned over slightly and asked, and Regan's sight could just see the trace of the female mage's corset through the loose collar.
Heart-stopping snow-white
Regan, who was dazed, then turned his head and pretended to concentrate the holy energy: "Of course, dear lady, it is the responsibility of the priests like us to purify these unclean people."
The young dragon howled and was reduced to ashes in the golden light, but the solemn expressions on everyone's faces did not fade away.
"Holy Light, are the natural disasters and plagues resurrecting?" Phillips, the leader of the Guards Corps, asked worriedly
"I'm afraid that's the case, General," Jaina turned to Varian who didn't speak and asked, "My lord, what do you think of this matter?"
Varian's fingers tapped on the long table without rhythm, expressing the anxiety in the king's heart: "Jaina, maybe this is not the worst, because this dragon reminds me of being with Baron Regan.
What Happened to Wetlands”
"A draconian under Onyxia tried to trick Regan into thinking that you kidnapped me. Although he was later killed by us, during the battle, this draconian could actually use spells such as summoning the undead!
Varian frowned and continued, "I have reason to suspect that this is not a simple spread of the plague, but that the one in Northern Xinjiang is preparing to take action."
Jaina's face turned pale instantly: "You are talking about Al..."
"Yes, that should be him," Varian said in a deep voice the taboo name, "Arthas Menethil."
The entire hall became dead silent, and it seemed that the temperature in the Mage Tower dropped a bit because of this name.
After a long while, Regan reluctantly said: "This is just His Majesty the King's guess. Besides, necromancy is not a specialty of natural disasters. The Forsaken in Lordaeron also specialize in this type of magic. I think it is probably the tribe and the black dragon colluding together."
Intent on overthrowing Stormwind City"
"I hope so" Jaina said with a forced smile, but Regan could clearly see the pain in her eyes - maybe she still loves the person she shouldn't love until now.
"Okay, everything is just speculation until you kill the female dragon." Varian stood up and clapped his hands, trying to ease the dull atmosphere in the hall, "Look at how you guys were beaten and lame.
He looks like a general leading troops, cheer me up!"
"Maybe it's not bad to let the soldiers relax for a while before the battle," Jaina imperceptibly wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes with her fingers, and suggested with a smile, "Tonight there will be a banquet specially for you, soldiers.
There is no need to ban alcohol. My lord, it is not a good thing to have a bowstring too tight."
Varian shrugged helplessly: "Okay, everything is up to you. Who said this is Ms. Prodmore's territory?"
"Yes, this is a qualified king - you not only lead your ministers to fight together, but you also have to take them to have fun when necessary." The female mage winked playfully, and no one could see the sadness just now.
Afterwards, everyone discussed the plan to march to the black dragon's lair - because no one here could suppress Varian as the king, so the warrior as the king decided to act as the commander himself, with Jaina leading the mage troops to provide support.
After the discussion was completed, Regan, who was not assigned the task, followed the others down the mage tower dejectedly, and suddenly found that Sophie was also among the crowd.
"Why are you here? Aren't you asked to take care of those new recruits?" Regen asked in a low voice.
Sophie curled her lips: "I don't care about those militiamen. They are all so stupid that they can't even put up a tent."
"That's why I told you to look at those idiots! God, it seems these guys will have to spend the night on the lawn after drinking tonight." Reagan looked at the indifferent Sophie speechlessly.
"This beautiful elf is the reason why you rejected the Rezebul crystal, Baron Ragen." Jaina stopped and looked at the slender night elf with a smile, "Your Majesty Tyrande misses you very much.
Lovely Miss Sophie”
"Thank you for your compliment, respected Lord Theramore. May the light of the moon god always shine on your city." The elf bowed politely and thanked you.
"I heard you right. She forgot to add 'beautiful' Lord Theramore. This is not a ladylike answer." Varian said nonchalantly, and his voice was so appropriate that only Regan could hear it.
"Lady Jaina is not as knowledgeable as a young elf, Your Majesty the King," Ragen also hummed, feeling very worried about Varian's plan just now.
"Then watch, Baron Regan," Varian covered his mouth and pretended to cough, "Don't forget that our respected Ms. Jaina is only in her early thirties - women are not limited to the men they like when they are jealous.
Sometimes any inexplicable reason can trigger a war between these terrible creatures."
Regan glanced at the two women who were talking about what to wear to the ball tonight, and raised his eyebrows at Varian: "An Xin, my lord, although Sophie doesn't like Ms. Gianna very much, she still understands this politeness.
As for Ms. Gianna, do you think it is necessary for a legend like her to pay attention to the provocation of a little girl?"
"But why do I feel that this legendary figure is just a little girl?" Varian muttered, grabbing Regan, "Don't you want to practice with the black dragon? Do it while it's still dark.
I've been to the last two moves, let me see how strong the now famous Legian Knight is!"
"Your Majesty... you are bullying me." Regan looked at the surrounding officers for help, but everyone took a step back in unison and looked back at Regan with helpless eyes - Varian's teacher at that time was the best in the mainland.
The strong warrior Lothar, who would be willing to challenge him to a duel!
Sophie watched in surprise as Varian dragged Regan away, and asked in confusion: "Is Your Majesty also so impatient to wait for the dance tonight?"
Jaina was stunned at first, but after she saw the wailing Ragen clearly, she couldn't help but smile: "Yes, this is probably how communication between men happens. My girl, let's go pick out a beautiful dress.