Herod pointed out names loudly with a quill in hand, and carefully checked the soldiers written on the list one by one, not daring to make any mistakes.
Although the task assigned by Regen this time was simple, it was also quite taxing: to select one hundred of the most elite warriors from these more than a thousand crusaders; to say this alone, it had never been more difficult.
As the captain of the garrison, Herod naturally knew this and reported his name in two swipes. However, Regan's next request made him difficult, which was that these people must have performed missions alone.
experience
The reason for this is because Varian considered that the risk of infiltration operations was too high. If something unexpected happened, everyone would have to break up into pieces and fight independently on the enemy's territory.
Of course it's okay for a strong man like him to protect himself, but that's not the case for those Crusaders - although they can all be called elites, they are still not good enough in front of powerful alien creatures. So, in order to
To ensure that every subordinate can return safely, the ability to think and fight independently is particularly important in this operation.
However, the Storm King's good intentions brought trouble to Herod. If he was asked to find a hundred elite warriors, it would be no problem. After all, after many years of fighting, these thousands of Crusaders could be placed anywhere.
They are all considered to be first-class strong soldiers, but it would be a bit troublesome to select candidates who have completed missions alone.
After the Crusaders learned about this mission, they all worked hard to become one of the hundred to prove their strength to the Storm King. So when Herod asked them if they had ever performed it alone
When asked about mission experience, basically no one would shake their heads.
But this puts Herod in a difficult position. You have to know that there are only so many places, and you can't bring a thousand people with you! Just when he was at a loss, fortunately White remembered that he still had the roster from that year, so based on
The best of the one hundred elites were selected from the resumes of the above people and formed the backbone of this operation.
"Alright, everyone, please grab your weapons and equipment, and bring enough dry food for a week. We will use Ms. Jaina's teleportation spell to head to the Burning Plains after the arrival of all the adults!" Herod looked towards the neat and solemn way.
The team shouted, "Remember, although your enemies this time are not abominable undead, they will never be much weaker than those rotten flesh! Black stone orcs, black iron dwarves, fire elements from other worlds, and fierce and cruel
Black Dragon, you must understand that in this battle, either he dies or I die!"
"Understood! Major!" The subordinates addressed Herod with the newly awarded military rank, making this solid-eyed guy smile.
"Lord Herod, you are really busy here!" At this moment, Regan's voice came from far away, and all the leaders of the Alliance and important ministers from Stormwind City arrived hand in hand. When they saw the solemn cross,
Army soldiers, they all secretly admired
Regen came closer, smiled and gave Herod a slap, "You are starting to show off your official power so soon, you have to be careful if the people from the Military Justice Department come to you for tea!"
Herod touched his head and said sheepishly: "Isn't it fun for the brothers to shout? Your Majesty and your lords, please don't mind..."
"Okay, Ragen, don't bully honest people!" Varian scolded with a smile, glanced at the soldiers with high morale, and nodded approvingly, "Very capable soldiers, I bet even compared to the Guards Corps,
They don’t give in too much!”
"You are so complimentary, Your Majesty," thanked Watson, who was walking beside him.
"Don't get me wrong, these are not polite words, especially in front of so many subordinates," Varian said with a faint smile, looking at the soldiers gathered around him, "Good is good, bad is bad, in my army of Stormwind Kingdom
Here, seniority and inheritance are only secondary. What is really needed is the courage and strength of the army itself. Remember! As the first team in the orphan point, don't embarrass Stormwind City and your commanders in this operation!
"
"Don't you dare to die in service!" The soldiers shouted loudly as their blood surged.
Varian nodded with satisfaction and turned back to several of his subordinates who came to see him off: "Then, I will leave the defense of Stormwind City to you during this period. I will be able to return home in a week at the latest."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, with General Havers and your lords sitting in charge, Stormwind City is absolutely safe, but you need to be more careful!" Phillips, the leader of the Guards, said slightly worriedly, although he understood Varian's strength.
He has already entered the ranks of the pinnacle experts, and few people present can compare with him, but the responsibility of being the king's barrier still makes him a little worried.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Regan glanced at him in the narration. "You don't even look at the people around His Majesty. Tyrande Priest who has been famous for thousands of years, His Majesty Magni, the strongest warrior of the dwarves, and Antonidas."
Ms. Gianna, Lord Si’s direct disciple, do you think such a lineup still needs a bodyguard like you?"
"Uh, that's true..." Phillips wanted to retort, but he couldn't find the words. After all, in order to rescue Moira this time, the Alliance had to use all its elites. If this couldn't complete the mission, then the Guards Corps would
It won't be of much use if I go there
"Your Majesty Varian, and all the warriors, the teleportation circle has been set up. Please stand on the node so that I can start casting spells."
While everyone was chatting, Jaina and several high elf mages had completed the teleportation array. The female lord stepped forward and spoke softly to Varian, without looking at Ragen. She seemed to have withdrawn from the emotions of the previous days.
, restored the dignity and calmness of Lord Theramore
"Well, without further ado, let's set off immediately!" Varian gave the order, and the Crusaders walked to the magic node in an orderly manner. Jaina raised her wand and chanted the spell slowly, as if every word was
It was extremely difficult for her to speak, but everyone around her who knew a little bit about magic knew that such a large-scale teleportation spell involving hundreds of people consumes magic power. Ordinary mages would not even think about it, and only those with a level like Jaina could
It takes a master to perform it, so it's normal for it to take some effort.
The magic circle slowly brightened as Jaina chanted the spell, and the originally stationary ring also began to rotate slowly. Countless blue lights steamed up from the ground, gradually covering the bodies of Regan and others. After a moment, the ministers who stayed behind waited for another turn.
Looking closely, there is nothing in the array.
------------------------------------"call out!"
A blue light flashed over the Burning Plains. When Regen opened his eyes, he found that they were already on an abandoned altar.
"This...is the Burning Plains?" Regan looked around, and all he could see was a red scene. Unextinguished embers were burning in the holes on the ground. Several lava goblins watched their group of people warily.
"Nonsense, otherwise what do you think?" Magni scolded him from the side, "This damn place looks the same as it did more than ten years ago, with only flames and craters. I don't know how those Blackstone orcs can stand it."
"They have to endure it if they can't bear it. You must know that those guys are now traitors to the tribe. Apart from here, there is probably no place in the entire Azeroth world that can accept them." Roxas, who was pretending to be a guard, interjected, but seeing everyone
His eyes were strange, so he quickly closed his mouth
"Are you a talkative kid? If you have nothing to do, go to the front to investigate, so you don't have to fart here!" Magni winked at the orcs, and Roxas hurriedly took a few people to serve as scouts knowingly.
"Actually, that orc friend was right," Tyrande, who is familiar with the history of the mainland, explained, "but specifically, the Blackstone tribe here is not the true tribe. The real Blackstone tribe is
The losses in the second war were huge, and even those who survived mostly followed Thrall to settle in Orgrimmar, and the orcs here are strictly speaking a branch of Blackstone - the Blacktooth Clan."
As Tyrande said, during the first war, Gul'dan and Medivh worked together to open the Dark Portal. Orcs continued to invade Azeroth from Draenor, and as Gul'dan secretly controlled the tribe,
The puppet, leader of the Blackstone Clan, and Blackhand the Destroyer has justifiably ascended to the throne of chief.
But it is very regrettable that Blackhand's wisdom is not proportional to his bravery. The tribe suffered many defeats under his command. As a result, other tribes who had criticized the invasion of Azeroth began to riot.
, secretly contacted each other to overthrow the rule of the Destroyer. However, this conspiracy was unfortunately discovered by Blackhand. He used an iron fist to put pressure on those weak clans, forcing them to obey his orders, and used a series of means such as assassinations to wipe out the members of the tribe.
Different voices, including the father of the current chief Thrall, Durotan, the leader of the Frostwolf tribe, was killed among them.
After being shocked to hear that his friend had been killed, Orgrimmar Doomhammer, the leader of the Thunder King clan, was furious. Taking advantage of Blackhand's loss of the powerful protection of the warlock Gul'dan and the Shadow Council, he took the opportunity to kill the puppet chief.
, replaced him as the new tribal leader, so Blackhand's Blackstone clan was also unconditionally included under his command.
But the matter did not end there. Blackhand's two sons, Blacktooth Clan Chief Red and Maimu, decided to take back control of the Blackstone Clan and vowed to get rid of Orgrimmar to avenge their father. Although they won a lot
The support of the orcs and clans, but in fact they were unable to get what they wanted until the end of the war. They could only lead their so-called "orthodox Blackstone Tribe" to occupy Blackstone Mountain and serve the black dragon Nefarian to obtain his protection.
"Oh, that's such a tragic tribe," Regan shrugged and looked at the abandoned altar and asked, "Could this be the Altar of Storms built by the orcs in the First War? I didn't expect it to be quite large in scale!"
He glanced at the huge stone statue on the altar and asked with some confusion: "But... is it the original architectural style of the orcs, or did they ask humans to design it for them? I really don't know why the style of the Dark Door is so different from the Storm
The altars are so similar, with a hooded man standing holding a sword, is there anything special about this?"