Chapter 27: A Thousand Sails (Page 1/1)

"Warriors of Theramore, the time has come to show your courage. Jaina. Queen Proudmoor's public bounty was to be paid a minimum salary of one hundred gold coins per soldier for the Theramore Expeditionary Force. If you die during the voyage or in battle, your family will receive a compassionate payment of 300 gold. At the same time, you will be awarded the title of Martyr of Theramore, and your children will be entitled to a permanent education grant and a minimum subsistence ......"

"If you are lucky enough to survive twenty battles and kill more than thirty Scourge soldiers, you will be granted barony status and have a separate piece of land. If you're more lucky, survive fifty battles, and kill eighty Scourge soldiers, you'll be given earl status and hereditary rights. You will be directly involved in the internal and military affairs of Theramore......"

On a sunny and cloudless summer, more than 50,000 citizens of Theramore gathered in the city square of Theramore, and they were listening to a pre-war mobilization speech about the expeditionary force. The speaker was not Gianna herself, but he conveyed Gianna's will. You can see that most people have heaviness and melancholy written on their faces.

The plague has broken out again in the east, and the Scourge has invaded again...... Such news did not have much impact on the citizens who emigrated from Kurtilas, but for the remnants of Lordaeron who emigrated from the Eastern Kingdoms, the news of the Scourge Legion returning undoubtedly cast a shadow over their lives again. They still remember the scene when the army of the undead covered the sky, and remember how Stratholme was reduced to a ghost town overnight when the plague spread. All of these stimulate their fragile and sensitive nerves.

"I'm not going back, what about you?"

The messenger was preaching from above, and the people below were whispering.

An emaciated fisherman spoke to the farmer next to him. He had participated in the first Battle of Lordaeron, which could be said to have narrowly escaped death, and that experience made him reluctant to return to Lordaeron. The old farmer, who is also a resident of Theramore, doesn't think so. He used to be a herdsman in the Arathi Highlands, and after following Gianna to Karimdo, he became a farmer. Years of hard work have made his figure rugged and solid. But he was equally reluctant to fight......

"I won't go on an expedition with the fleet."

He said.

"The people of the Proudmoor family are like this, saying one thing and doing another, and she is saying it nicely now, with a compassionate payment, a reward, a knighthood, a land...... But when you actually come back from the pile of dead, she may not keep her promise. Also, how harsh are the conditions, although I have not participated in a real war of the dead, but by analogy, survived twenty battles? None of our city guards did this, and none of them survived more than twenty battles in a conflict with the orcs. Knighthood, that's just a delicacy hanging high in the sky, almost no one can taste it. ”

The farmer whispered. He had seen the fall of Riptide Castle. Although he has never fought directly with the Plague army, he also has his own preliminary understanding and impression of the war. He had the impression that once the war began, refugees would be like animals to be slaughtered, with no human rights to speak of.

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"Your Majesty, the army has been assembled and is ready to stand. There were thirty large sail ships, ten Sky Wing transports, and forty small gunboats. A total of eighty warships. The total number of soldiers was 50,000. 100 tons of flour, 20 tons of fruit, 20 tons of vegetables, 10 tons of dried meat......"

Two weeks later, in the port of Seramo, Gianna stood under the blue sky, overlooking his naval power, and the sea was like a calm sapphire, carrying nearly two-thirds of the battleships of Seramo, and also carrying all of Gianna's efforts and hopes. This is an expedition of Jedi Rebirth. It lasted at least three months, and Gianna didn't know if Ares would be able to wait until then, and she prayed in her heart, the sea breeze blowing in her hair and her long dress. This moment, Gianna. Like a goddess, Prodmore stood in front of everyone. Her eyes were looking at the sea, melancholy and melancholy.

What is the future? Even she didn't know.

"How much has the civil society mobilized?"

Recovering from her melancholy thoughts, Gianna earnestly inquired about the recruitment situation in the past half a month. There is no shortage of money in Theramore, wealth is running at a rapid rate every day, and under Gianna's management, Theramore's treasury is surplus every year, but the population is still insufficient. Compared to the number of warships, Gianna was more concerned about the people, and the people's attitude towards the war.

"Less than 3,000 people ......"

The guard replied in a slurch.

"Okay, I got it."

Gianna replied calmly. Sadness crept up her eyes, and an unspeakable emotion rolled through her body.

"They're not wrong, Lordaeron is horrible, it's not a place for people. A large part of Theramore's inhabitants came from the eastern continent. Their fear of being there is understandable. ”

Gianna turned her head to Egwen and sighed. She wanted to fight, she wanted to fight with Lordaeron again, she wanted to fight with Ares again, but it was too hard, too hard. The return of a soldier accustomed to a peaceful life to the battlefield requires a strong enough will and courage, and the same goes for Gianna. The trauma to her by the undead of the natural disaster was severe. She will never forget the flood of darkness. Now, she's going back to face it again......

"You can do it, because we don't have a choice."

Egwene was comforted. Old age and wrinkles covered her face, and Egwene, in contrast to Gianna, no longer used magic to continue her youth. Now she is more like an old man, a wise old man who sees through everything in the world. She held little Ians' hand in one hand, and was as kind and kind as a boy's grandmother.

Looking at the innocent little Ians, Gianna smiled, but the smile didn't last long. She brushed the hair from her face, looked into the distance, and walked towards the Theramore flagship. It had been her father's battleship, Dalin, and now she was the Lord of Theramore, the new owner of the ship.

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Lordaeron City.

"I have already asked His Majesty Varian for reinforcements, trust the power of the Stormwind Kingdom, we will not let the Scourge Legion's plot succeed!"

To the west, Theramore's fleet had set sail, and far to the east, in the halls of the Republic of Lordaeron, Ilda, the general of Stormwind's Third Legion, had promised Ares that Stormwind would not stand idly by. Looking at the vast map of Lordaeron, Ares was uneasy......

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