Morgan's plan was a little difficult, and in his own words it was too bad. Pen, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info was a good idea of his own, but it was extremely difficult to implement, not to mention that just recruiting people had already caused him a big headache.

After the fall of the kingdom of Lordaeron, all the adventurers and some homeless people chose Ironforge or Stormwind to settle down, but Ironforge was always the territory of the dwarves, so Stormwind became the last paradise for all humans.

There are quite a few adventurers in Stormwind City, but there are not many who meet the standards of the Silver Hand, or those adventurers with some strength don't want to be restrained, so not many people go to the barracks to sign up.

Tirio understood the situation, and couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly, which of those powerful adventurers is willing to join this kind of official organization, firstly, there is no money to be made, and secondly, if there is something, they will rush to the front.

Therefore, Tirio had to lower the threshold for recruitment, as long as he was of good character and had no bad deeds, he could become an official member of the Knights of the Silver Hand, regardless of occupation or origin.

As soon as the notice was issued, the number of adventurers who came to sign up gradually increased, but most of them were weaker ones, but the number of them was important relative to their strength.

Today is the last day of recruitment for the Order, and no matter how many people can join, all the members will be ready to leave after this evening, and the next morning they will depart from Stormstorm Harbor to arrive at Minethil Harbor, and then make their way north into Lordaeron.

Tyrio in Lordaeron would not touch it, although Arthas was not there, but there was Sylvanas, the banshee leader of Arthas, in charge. Tirio's plan was to follow the edge of Lordaeron, all the way east into Mograine's territory to join him, and then west into the Valley of the Hearth.

It was on the afternoon of this day, when the recruitment of the Knights was about to end, that a man in a cloak walked to the door of the barracks.

"I want to join." The person who came did not directly say what he wanted.

The clerk was stunned for a moment, put down the roster that had been folded in his hand, and looked carefully at the person opposite. He felt a little curious, and the reason was that this person was a woman!

Although there have been female adventurers who have joined the Knights before, they have all joined with their own brothers or the leader of the adventure team, and she is the first to join alone.

"Your name?" The clerk sat down again and asked, since the other party dared to come alone, it means that she has a certain ability and self-confidence.

"Verinde." The woman replied.

The clerk was slightly surprised, and raised his head to stare at Verinde a few times, trying to see her appearance clearly, but I don't know if it was because of the darkness, but I always felt that Verinde's face seemed to be covered with a shadow.

"What's the problem?" Vilinde asked, her voice delicate and gentle.

"I didn't ...... Nothing, no problem. The clerk came to his senses, wrote Verinde's name at the end of the roster, and closed the roster completely.

"How's it going, is it done?" Pol walked out of the barracks and asked the clerk. But when he saw Vilinde, he couldn't help but be stunned.

In the last two days, fewer and fewer people came to sign up, and there was no one in the afternoon. Andy didn't expect that there would be an applicant at this time, so he couldn't help but look twice.

"Captain, this is Vilinde...... Uh, miss. "She asked to join the Order." ”

"Miss?" Andy was stunned, no wonder she always felt a little strange when she looked at her figure just now, it turned out to be a woman, "Welcome, the Knights will leave early tomorrow morning, the horses and equipment used are provided by Stormwind, please be prepared." ”

After Tirio became the head of the Silver Hand, he also dragged Andy into the water and made him a deputy head himself. Originally, this position was given to Morgan, but he didn't agree with anything, and insisted on letting Andy take office.

"All I need is a horse." Verinde nodded and said.

Andy nodded, many people just need horses, and it is easier to use their own weapons and equipment. As for the cloak and head covering, Andy didn't ask too much, no one has a little secret, not to mention that the other party is still a woman.

When the time came for departure, Tirio and Andy said goodbye to Varian and ordered the battleship to anchor and sail out of Stormwind Harbor. After two days and one night of sea voyage, all the members of the Silver Hand, nearly three hundred, all landed in the port of Minahir.

Those members who joined as adventurers also put away their giggling expressions, knowing that life and death were unpredictable, but since they had chosen, they had to go on firmly. Some of these people have the ideal of saving the world, and some of them can't make money and simply want to fight for a reputation, in short, they all have only one belief in their hearts, that is, to kill those undead and then try to survive as much as possible.

According to the reservation plan, Fording led the way in front, and a team of nearly three hundred people marched towards the current Eastern Plague Lands, that is, Mograine's territory.

"My lord, there are undead in front of you!" The scout came back and reported that the scout had been selected from among the adventurers, and that he was athletic and quick-witted.

"How many?" Fording was shocked, this is already the edge of the Eastern Plague Lands, and there are undead here, so what is the situation of Mograine now?

"There are about a hundred, and there are no high-level undead." The scout said that the distinction between the high-level undead was of course taught to him by Andy and Fordin.

"Yes, we are three times as many as them, there is no problem, it is considered training." Andy drove over to Fording and said.

Ferding nodded, turned his head to the back and said, "There are about a hundred undead in front, it should be the first battle after the reorganization of the Silver Hand, brothers, rush!" ”

"Kill them all!" Knowing who shouted, the knights rode out and soon saw the ugly spirits.

"Brush!"

The sword flashed, and a disgusting head that had rotted flew into the air, and a stream of black juice spurted out of its neck.

There was another burst of sword light, and before a hundred undead could react, they were slaughtered by the knights who rushed up. Ferdins smiled and nodded, when facing the undead, what they were most afraid of was to give up resistance due to fear, but these new members did not have fear, and seemed quite mature, which was a good thing for the Silver Hand.

"Keep going!" Ferding waved his hand and gave a command.

After entering the Eastern Plaguelands, the number of undead began to dwindle, and it seems that Mograine's crusaders kept all the undead out.

After walking forward for half an hour, a group of people suddenly flashed out of a withered wood, each wearing a red battle robe, with a huge white cross in the center of his chest.

"Stop!" The first one rode on his horse and said loudly, "We are the crusaders under the command of the High Lord Mograini, who are you?" ”