"Report the name!" Grian held his long sword, his palms were a little sweaty, and the 'old soldiers' on the opposite side had bright armor and momentum, and Grian might not be afraid of the encounter, but in the serious positional battle, his own militia would be swallowed and there was not even scum left!

"Ludin Mars, Commander of Westspring Fortress, Captain of the First Legion of Stormwind!" an officer shouted. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"The First Legion?" Grian's heart jumped, the First Legion was not a 'veteran soldier', on the contrary, it was the most elite unit in Stormwind. "I didn't know that the First Legion was stationed in the Westspring Fortress!" "If the First Legion is stationed in the Westspring Fortress, why don't they come and clear it when there is a rebellion in the Western Wilderness? If they were, those Defia Brotherhoods would not be able to make it to the climate at all!"

"The First Legion just took the place of the Sixth Legion in place of the entire Elwyn Forest last March!"

"I need proof!"

"I'll come here myself!" Mars unloaded his sword from his waist and handed it to the adjutantant, spreading his hands and slowly approaching the 'militiamen'.

"Relax, I don't want to poke a hole in a captain's body!" Grian clenched his sword, snatching the metal badge he was holding from Mars's right hand.

A roaring lion's head, with his troop number and position engraved on the back, is indeed the First Legion.

"It's the first sentence. Grian handed the general emblem back to Mars. "Are you here to help us?"

Mars pursed his lips, trying to open his mouth, but said nothing.

"Understood. Grian nodded, a hint of disdain on his lips. "I thought those noble lords were kind, but it doesn't seem to be the case. ”

"Are you Grian Stallman?" the leader of the Wilderness People's Army of the West?" Mars asked.

"It seems that you are not ignorant of the situation in the western wilderness!" Grian narrowed his eyes, his face unkind. "Are you here to 'suppress bandits'?"

Behind Grian, there was the sound of swords drawn, and the militiamen with various weapons stared at the officer.

"I've brought reinforcements!" Mars pursed his lips, his face a little ashamed, but still determined. "But not us. ”

"You should have been here a long time ago, not now. Grian spat on the ground. "Go back to the fortress and enjoy the blessings, we don't need reinforcements now! The problems of the Western Wilderness will be solved by the people of the Western Wilderness themselves!"

"How?" Mars pointed behind Grian. "By these militias?"

"Is it up to you?" shouted a young soldier.

"You don't know anything about Stormwind, Grian!" Mars ignored the soldier. "No one wants to see the 'Fertile West' become like this, but that's not our problem!"

"Are you depraved, Mars! The First Legion is all degenerate?!" came a middle-aged man, dressed in tattered cloth and holding a pitchfork in his hand.

"Lieutenant Colonel Pird!" Mars subconsciously stepped forward. "Why are you here, you -----" he looked at the barely clothed lieutenant colonel, a little speechless.

"Where am I supposed to be, do I continue to serve those nobles?" said Pierde, grimacing. "This is my hometown, Mars. ”

"We belong only to the king!" Mars tapped the roaring lion's head on his chest. "You should know about Stormwind, Lieutenant Colonel! His Majesty Varian was just beginning to purge the army when the First Legion was suddenly gone!"

"Varian is a good warrior, but he's not a good king!" said Pierde, who suddenly became a little hysterical. "He abandoned us when we needed him the most, and threw us to the crumbs!"

"I can't judge my own king, lieutenant colonel!" Mars sighed. "His Majesty Varian is restoring everything in Stormwind, that's why I'm here, isn't that enough?"

"You should say this to the dead. Peird glanced at the army behind Mars. "If you still hold on to honor, take your people and do what you have to do!"

"I will!" Mars nodded solemnly. "But not now!"

"Forget it, Peird. Grian held down the 'lieutenant colonel' who was about to say something. "We're just wasting saliva. He looked at Mars. "Tell me, what the hell are you doing here?"

"As I said, I brought reinforcements. Mars turned and nodded at the adjutant not far away.

The neat array suddenly split in two, and a tall, 'strange-looking' 'man' stepped out of the array, followed by soldiers as tall as him and wearing strange armor, whose armor seemed to be inlaid with some kind of purple crystal, and the weapons in his hands were also made of crystal.

"Who are they?" Grian looked closely at the leader, who had a glittering mark on his forehead, and Grian wasn't sure if it was some kind of decoration.

"Draenei. Mars said. "A new ally found by His Majesty Varian!"

The tall man finally walked into Grian's field of vision, and Grian secretly took a breath, it wasn't a 'person' at all!

"This is the Draenei prophet, the Great Immortal, Lord Veron!" Mars introduced.

"Hello. Veron smiled and nodded. "May the Holy Light illuminate the darkness around you. ”

"Believer of the Light?!" Grian was even more surprised.

Velen kept smiling, did not speak, he raised his right hand, a golden ball of light lit up violently, Grian felt the holy light in the light cluster that was much purer than him, and slowly bowed.

"Hello, Your Excellency the Prophet!"

"We're here with good intentions, can we get them to put away their weapons?" Velen gestured behind Grian.

"Rude!" Grian turned and waved his hand, the 'militiamen' put away their weapons, they just didn't react.

"This will solve all your doubts. Varian pulled out a scroll, and Grian took it with both hands. "This is written by Varian himself. ”

Grian tore open the blue paint on the emblem of Stormwind and opened the scroll to look at it, the Prophet waited quietly, and there was silence all around, except for the crackling of torches and the howl of wolves from nowhere.

"Smack!" Grian slammed the scroll shut, his face shifting, and he looked at Mars. "Mars!"

"What?"

"You're now a member of the 'People's Army of the Wild West!'" Grian handed the scroll to Mars, who opened it and skimmed it quickly.

"Your Excellency!" Grian bowed to Veron again. "I already know your intentions, will we go to Sentinel Ridge now?"

"I hope to get to work as soon as possible. ”

"I see. Grian nodded, looking at Mars, who had closed the scroll and was stunned. "Have you figured it out?" (To be continued.) )