Galen leisurely stayed in Allerian Stronghold for more than two months. In addition to remotely controlling the Stromgarde small group's great leap forward development in Azeroth, he also continuously transported troops from Azeroth to Draenor.
Except for Varrokal and Omarr's two legions staying in Azeroth, Heini, Faldar, Fralar, and Kymir, who were freed from having to continue pretending to be simps, led the second to fifth legions to the new world respectively.
Arriving in Draenor, Galen, away from the sight of those guardian dragons, directly let himself go, abandoned the low-key and cowardly policy, and directly expanded these regular legions. In addition to the original eight thousand heavy infantry and musketeers, he also added a quota of one thousand high-level knights and one thousand intermediate-level mages to each legion.
A legion with a full ten thousand people!
Including the Tidefury Legion, the Gale Legion, and the Thunderlord Legion, there are currently seven fully organized legions with 70,000 troops stationed in Draenor.
In addition, the Broken who originally lived in the Swamp of Sorrows were also recruited by Galen with more than a thousand combatants to serve as guides and scouts for his army in Draenor.
One day, Galen woke up groggily and heard Alleria practicing archery in the neighboring courtyard. He didn't know what was going on, but since their fortress was built and they were stationed here, Alleria's gaze towards him seemed strange every day. Galen couldn't figure it out.
Did Alleria take the wrong medicine?
Wait?
Alleria?
Allerian Stronghold?
He suddenly woke up and sat up in shock!
What the heck did I do!
I actually named the fortress after my sister-in-law!
It's over! It's over!
I'm dead if Sylvanas finds out!
The hairs on the back of Galen's neck stood up!
At this moment, his desire to survive was maxed out, and his mind was running rapidly. There must be a way to remedy it. I don't want to die yet!
Got it!
Galen immediately selected a thousand-man farmer team from the fortress, and then ordered half of his Gales Legion to attack the valley directly north of Bone Wastes with all their strength. After occupying it, the farmers worked overtime to knock on buildings, build walls, and then dug out a huge rock. The rock was engraved with high elf characters: Sylvanas Stronghold!
However, in order not to embarrass Alleria, Galen decided to wait until Sylvanas came before erecting the stone in a conspicuous place.
Originally, it would take at least half a year to build a fortress, even if the farmers had to build walls for a month, but under Galen's full supervision, the fortress was completed in fifteen days!
Then, Hreni and Faldar's legions were pulled over from Ashran to garrison this fortress, defending against the Draenei Lost Ones occupying northern Tuurem.
Phew!
Galen breathed a sigh of relief. He unintentionally disturbed Alleria's heart for the sake of a sentiment, and even if he was as slow as Galen, he also realized that Alleria seemed to have a different kind of feeling for him.
To be honest, being surrounded by two beautiful women, and they are still sisters, with all kinds of indescribable attributes, no one can refuse.
But!
One of them is called Sylvanas!
The Queen!
Galen felt that if he really had any ideas, he would have to prepare a few more Reincarnation Totems.
While thinking wildly, the patrolling soldiers outside reported that they had discovered a Draenei squad fighting on the periphery of their territory.
Finally here, this should be the envoy of Prophet Velen mentioned by Archbishop Maraadar, just don't know who is coming.
Galen asked people to notify Garona, and after chatting about business for a while, he could also ask her about Maraadar's news.
That's right, Galen learned the names of the existing Draenei high-level officials from Archbishop Maraadar and recalled that Med'an's legendary great-uncle was the Draenei High General: Maraad.
Galen quickly called Alleria and led the paladin guards straight to the location mentioned by the patrol team.
On the bank of a river south of the town of Tuurem, the leader of the envoy, Maraad, was holding a huge purple crystal warhammer: the Hammer of the Naaru, and was fighting against those irrational Lost Ones.
However, for these former compatriots of their own, this elite squad was obviously showing mercy, only knocking them down without killing them.
However, these Lost Ones would not appreciate their kindness. When Shattrath was captured, the orc warlocks used terrible poisonous fog to pollute all the Draenei in the city. When these Draenei were rescued and gradually awakened, they found that they had inevitably been corroded by the poisonous fog.
In addition to becoming deformed in appearance, they also lost their sense of the Holy Light. Losing the power of the Holy Light, they were unable to resist the corrosion caused by the poisonous fog, their thinking began to become blurred, and their minds gradually became confused.
And those healthy Draenei were afraid that they would be infected. For themselves and their children, they rejected these Lost Ones and drove them away, not allowing them to continue to stay in the Draenei camp, indirectly exiling them.
Abandoned by the Holy Light and isolated by their compatriots, the Broken became extremely desperate. Many Broken completely lost their minds and became muddled walking corpses. They were called the Lost Ones.
Tuurem was the town occupied by the Lost Ones. When they saw a group of healthy Draenei passing by, they remembered the hatred of being exiled, how could they let Maraad and them go!
The elites in the envoy group were nearing their limits. If it weren't for the fact that most of them were Draenei Holy Light warriors, capable of fighting, enduring, and healing, they would have suffered casualties long ago.
Maraad's purple Naaru hammer swung with fierce power, single-handedly holding off more than a dozen Lost Ones, but he still couldn't turn the tide. There were simply too many of them.
The Holy Light is infinite, but the Holy Light within them is finite, unlike someone who can recharge their Holy Light with real money after it's depleted. With unlimited resources, the Holy Light will never abandon you.
When Shattrath City was besieged, Maraad was in the city. Archbishop Laro'shir ordered Maraad to escort the last group of refugees out of the city. After leaving the city, Maraad discovered traces of the Orcs. He decided to hunt down the Orcs first, assuring the refugees that "the Holy Light would guide them."
After killing the Orcs and returning, Maraad discovered that all the refugees had perished at the hands of the Horde. The Holy Light had not guided and protected the refugees as he had promised.
Grief-stricken, Maraad fell into deep self-blame, vowing never to abandon another member of his people, and embarked on a path of vengeance.
Due to excessive blood loss and severe physical exertion, the purple glow of the Naaru hammer gradually dimmed. Maraad was at his limit. Originally, with his strength, he could have broken through under the cover of his people, but he still persisted, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.
The development of events would not change according to his will. Maraad eventually became exhausted and weakened. His hooves slipped, and he half-knelt on the grass. A Lost One, seeing such a good opportunity, revealed a bloodthirsty expression with terrifying fangs, and swung the weapon in his hand towards Maraad's head!
Just then, the sound of horses' hooves came from the forest to the south, and the earth trembled slightly. Then, a huge golden war hammer flew out of the forest at high speed!
The Lost One in front of Maraad, under the attack of the Holy Light Hammer, was scattered like bowling pins hit by a bowling ball, some being smashed into the air and falling heavily.
After the Holy Light Hammer achieved its attack, it turned into golden light, and after falling all over the sky, it did not completely dissipate. Instead, it fell on those Draenei, healing their Holy Light-depleted bodies.
Maraad was also stunned by the attack of this Holy Light Hammer. He also knew similar techniques for condensing the Holy Light Hammer, but he had only seen the Naaru use it with such power and effectiveness in his long life!
A team exuding immense Holy Light power rushed out of the forest, charging directly at the Lost Ones.
However, like Maraad and the others, Galen also told the paladins to show mercy, only injuring the Lost Ones and driving them north.
With the arrival of his Broken, Galen was already infiltrating Tuurem. Both the Lost Ones and the Broken are cursed Draenei, essentially the same, the difference being that the Broken still retain their sanity, while the Lost Ones have begun to lose their minds.
And a large number of Broken on Draenor are sliding into the abyss of the Lost Ones. Every day, a large number of Broken who are unwilling to lose their minds commit suicide, until Nobundo, after being summoned by the elements, taught the way of the shaman to the Broken, which curbed this desperate situation.
Now Nobundo is still exiled in Zangar Marsh, and the elemental seal of Draenor has not loosened. Galen, based on the principle of saving as many as he can, let Magtoor, the Broken leader under his command, lead more than a thousand Broken shamans to form a Broken organization called the Kurenai, which is already beginning to make contact with the Lost Ones of Tuurem.
Perhaps similar Broken groups with noble purposes have already appeared in Zangar Marsh and Nagrand, but without the help of the elemental spirits, it is still difficult for them to grow. So let Galen do this.
Kurenai means "to be redeemed" in Draenei. Galen hopes that they can use the power of the elements to resist their desire to fall, and then rescue their compatriots who have suffered the same fate from various enslavements and controls, re-establish their homes, and find their true destiny.
The paladins dismounted in front of the Draenei envoy group, and then went to help the exhausted Draenei, and began to heal them with Holy Light.
Galen brought Garona and Alleria to Maraad. The High Defender had struggled to sit on the grass, the purple Naaru hammer standing on the ground.
Galen's eyes swept over the majestic crystal hammer of the Naaru hammer.
He was too familiar with this war hammer!
Back then, the cutscene CG animations of a certain animation company that was delayed by games, Galen watched each one dozens of times, and he was even more familiar with Maraad's face.
"Maraad?"
Galen asked, his tone full of certainty.
"Holy Light be praised, does Your Excellency know me?" Maraad struggled to stand up, his voice full of exhaustion, but his voice was still gentle and bright.
I not only know you, but also your niece and grandnephew, Galen thought silently in his heart, looking up at the height of more than two and a half meters.
"Yes, High Defender Maraad, I heard about you from Malaadar, he praised you as a Holy Light hero."
Galen's praise made Maraad silent. He remembered the refugees who had been abandoned by him and the Holy Light, the scene of their corpses lying everywhere was still vivid in his mind.
Seeing Maraad's silence, Galen continued: "Garona, take out your necklace."
Garona was moved in her heart, she didn't expect Galen to still remember her search for relatives.
So she pulled out a gem necklace full of Draenei style from her cleavage.
The Draenei's gem-cutting talent is unparalleled, reaching the pinnacle. They used various gems and crystals to create a brilliant civilization. Maraad also had some achievements in gem-cutting and production in his long life, and he recognized at a glance that this gem necklace was from his own hand!
This was the adulthood gift he gave to his sister Lelan!
Maraad's hand trembled as he took the necklace. Sure enough, the back of the gem-encrusted necklace was engraved with a Draenei sentence: "May my sister be safe and happy!"
"Who is the owner of the necklace to you?"
Maraad's voice was full of excitement.
Seeing the excited expression of the Draenei in front of her, Garona knew that he recognized this necklace, and it seemed that the news of her relatives had been found!
"It should be my mother, she passed away when I was born, this necklace has been hanging around my neck!" Even if I am reduced to a slave, I still protect this necklace related to my life experience!
"This necklace! It was made by my own hands, a birthday gift for my sister, and she was taken away by the Orcs!"
Before the orcs began plotting against the draenei, Maraad spent most of his time in Elodor in Shadowmoon Valley.
After the formation of the Orcish Horde, Gul'dan began to instigate conflict between the orcs and the draenei. His sister, Leelen, was captured by the Bleeding Hollow clan.
Draenei scouts reported that the Bleeding Hollow clan was about to sacrifice all the civilian prisoners, including his sister. Maraad led a team to raid the Bleeding Hollow clan, but when he arrived, he couldn't find his sister. The enraged Maraad bloodied the entire Bleeding Hollow orcs.
It was the corpses in Bleeding Hollow Village that convinced the entire Horde that the draenei wanted to subvert the orcs.
Maraad constantly inquired about his sister's whereabouts during the wars in the following years, until he later heard that his sister died in childbirth after giving birth to a mixed-race baby.
In recent years, he had also been searching for his lost relatives.
After a touching scene of family reunion, the draenei, who had recovered their strength, were welcomed back to Aerie Peak by Galen.
Maraad also met his niece's child, Med'an. At this time, Galen said, rather unkindly, that the child's father was in Nagrand.
"I bring greetings from Prophet Velen, Grand Crusader!" Maraad put his personal matters aside for the moment. Although he discovered that Med'an had a very high affinity for the Holy Light, he had to complete his mission as an envoy before teaching his grandnephew.
"Lord Maraad, please call me Galen. We are all warriors of the Holy Light, and we will fight side by side in the future as brothers!" Galen had a good impression of this High Commander and therefore tried to build a closer relationship with him.
"Galen, then you don't have to call me 'Lord'; just call me Maraad," Maraad directly felt the vast power of the Holy Light within this small man. He was a strong man, one he couldn't defeat.
"Then Maraad, let's go see K'ure and D'ore!"
Galen led the High Commander to the center of the stronghold, where there was a spacious domed hall that Galen had named the Seat of the Naaru.
In order to rescue D'ore from the void state, it not only consumed most of K'ure's Holy Light power, but Galen also contributed nearly 800,000 units of gold.
Spending 1.3 million units of gold, equivalent to 650,000 Azeroth gold coins, made the tight-fisted Galen's eyes twitch.
But everything was worth it. The two demigod-level Naaru signed a contract with Galen, exchanging renewable gold coins for two powerful combat forces. No matter how you looked at it, it was a good deal.
Moreover, the wool comes from the sheep. A mere 1.3 million units of gold could be recouped by excavating a few mountains in Gorgrond or the Spires of Arak.
In the Seat of the Naaru, Maraad saw the two Naaru he hadn't seen for hundreds of years!
"Lord K'ure, Lord D'ore!"
Maraad knelt on one knee in the Seat of the Naaru, right hand on his chest, performing a solemn salute.
A melodious whisper of souls came, and even though the two Naaru were talking to Maraad, Galen felt a sense of ease.
Sure enough, the Naaru were all great charlatans; this trick was definitely a sure way to win over believers.
Maraad roughly recounted the current situation of the draenei. At the moment Shattrath City was breached by the orcs, the draenei were completely defeated. Then, after the orcs killed nearly enough draenei, they withdrew, as they had more important strategic goals: another world behind the Dark Portal was waiting for them to conquer.
Apart from a ruined Shattrath City, there were also a large number of refugees. Prophet Velen led his people to hide in the transformed Zangar Sea, where they hid for seven or eight years.
According to Maraad, after Karabor Temple, Auchindoun, and Shattrath successively fell, Prophet Velen only gathered less than 200,000 draenei, hiding in Zangar Marsh, and it was speculated that no more than 50,000 draenei were scattered outside.
Of course, the draenei mentioned by the High Commander referred to healthy draenei who had not been corrupted by poisonous curses. If the Broken and Lost Ones hiding in various ruined ruins and deep mountains were included, the number of survivors would be more than doubled.
However, it was clear that those healthy draenei were unwilling to accept their mutated compatriots. Even when Nobundo later returned with a group of Broken who had converted to shamanism, they could only mine in the deepest part of the Exodar. This was a compromise, perhaps.
It was no wonder that the draenei who came to Azeroth in later generations were absent from this great war. They really didn't have the population to conscript!
Even the Kingdom of Alterac, which was divided up by various countries, had a larger population than them. In the end, the draenei could only contribute some meager strength to the Alliance as technical advisors, war advisors, and jewel merchants.
Galen, as an outsider, felt heartbroken and tearful after hearing this; it was too miserable.
In the past, Galen also felt that Velen was an incompetent leader, who only knew how to run away when things happened, and even earned the nickname 'Velen the Runner'.
Later, when Galen truly came to this real world of Azeroth, just glimpsing the power of the Burning Legion from the documents in Karazhan was enough to understand this poor man Velen.
How should I put it? If the population limit of the draenei was one hundred, and Kil'jaeden could mobilize at least ten thousand troops after joining the Burning Legion, a direct confrontation would be like 1 vs 100. How could Velen win? Anyone would have to run.
Every step he took was like walking on thin ice. If it weren't for that Naaru crystal that allowed him to foresee the future, he would have been forced to type GG on the screen long ago.
After Maraad finished communicating with the Naaru, he walked out of the Seat of the Naaru with Galen.
"Galen, I have finished communicating with Lord K'ure and Lord D'ore, and have successfully completed the task given to me by the Prophet. The Prophet and the two Naaru all hope that I can stay and serve as your advisor to assist in the recapture of Shattrath City!" Maraad said to Galen as he walked, looking down.
That damned height difference!
"Welcome to the team, Maraad. However, compared to a war advisor, I think you can have another part-time job."
"Oh? What else do you need me to do, Galen? Apart from combat, I only have a little research on gem cutting, but I can find many excellent gem cutters among the surviving members of the clan," Maraad's curiosity was piqued by Galen.
"I have a newly formed ten-thousand-man legion under my command, called the Light's Blaze, but I haven't found a suitable legion commander. I hope you can serve as the legion commander while also serving as a military advisor!"
Maraad was shocked. The command of a ten-thousand-man legion was given away so easily. Did Galen trust him that much!
Marrad ultimately did not refuse Galen's appointment. Galen's importance made him very moved. Moreover, the Prophet also asked him to try to reach an alliance with the Crusaders before departure. If the Crusaders, a force belonging to the Holy Light camp like the Draenei, were powerful and friendly enough, then full cooperation might be possible.
His own legendary-level combat power was insufficient to change the status quo of the Draenei, but an elite ten-thousand-strong army was a huge force.
Marrad still did not forget his inner hatred for the Orcs. His sister and the refugees of Shattrath died at the hands of the Horde. Their tragic situation was still vivid in his mind. He had to embark on the road of revenge.
The Draenei were now weak, and the two Naaru had already recognized the Crusaders, so he should just let go and do it!
Building an army, which seemed like a big deal to others, was a matter of minutes for Galen. He directly drew a frame around the Origin Site, this troop-gathering point, creating five thousand heavy infantry and three thousand musketeers. Then, from the Crusader Fortress, he framed out one thousand high-level knights and one thousand mid-level wizards. Done.
As for the army's designation: Holy Light Flame Legion, which Galen also thought of in two seconds five minutes ago. Well, abbreviated as Holy Flame Legion.
The Origin Heart, with a population of over one million, had as many as four hundred thousand combat units, excluding farmers and sprites. What truly constrained Galen from forming an army was the difficulty of finding a general.
Well, there was also the difficulty of naming, but this detail didn't need too much attention.
And Galen was the kind of person who pursued perfection. He didn't look up to ordinary talents. If Fral and Amor hadn't joined early and belonged to the veteran level, and if they hadn't worked hard these years and been loyal, plus the Origin Heart's units were in sync, greatly reducing the difficulty of commanding in large-scale battles, Galen might not have appointed them as legion commanders.
In addition to Omar and Hennie's First to Fifth Legions, and Varrokal's First Knight Order, only Amor was considered half of the mobile Scarlet Flame Legion commander. The remaining Aragorn led the Silver Legion, Gandalf led the Tidefury Legion, and Durin had already ascended the throne as king. It was no longer appropriate for the Black Iron King, one of the Dwarf Three Hammers Council, to be his legion commander.
Galen could only take over the vacant Thunder Legion and Gale Legion himself. Fortunately, he had Alleria by his side. Galen directly waved his hand and handed the Gale Legion to Alleria to command.
The next few days were still leisurely waiting. Galen felt that seven legions were still not safe enough. According to Geyah's intelligence, Galen conservatively estimated that the remaining population of Draenor Orcs was at least one million. The Shadowmoon Clan of Ner'zhul alone was no less than two hundred thousand.
Of course, the small clan Orcs were not worth worrying about. Of the Seven Heroes of Draenor, only Ner'zhul, Kargath, and Kilrogg remained. Currently, only the Shadowmoon Clan and the Shattered Hand Clan had relatively well-preserved strength. The Bleeding Hollow Clan was already crippled, and although many members of the Warsong Clan remained in Nagrand's Grommashar, they were all women and children.
In this situation, Galen would not act without hoarding an army of one hundred thousand.
"Sign it. As long as you sign this contract in front of you, everyone will be one of us."
Galen's face was full of righteousness, but his tone was like a demon bewitching people.
In front of him were two small figures. The difference was that one was a pink-skinned gnome, with a bald head and a thin and funny beard on his face.
The other was a green-skinned goblin. Compared to the gnome's pink and cuteness, he was much uglier, but he looked somewhat reliable in his formal attire.
"Oh, Duke, I am very willing to sign this contract. We can meet the requirements of confidentiality and loyalty, but working with that green-skinned fool opposite will make me very uncomfortable!"
The bald gnome's words made the goblin opposite unhappy: "High Lord, I think with my engineering skills, I can completely meet all your requirements. I can perfectly solve the tasks you assign. There is really no need to include this goblin!"
The two 1.2-meter guys mocked each other, and Galen, the big man of two meters, felt very tired!
"Thermaplugg, Gazlowe, you don't have to worry at all. In the future, your work locations and tasks will not intersect at all. Gazlowe, you know the strength of my Crusaders. In the future, you will be responsible for the affairs of Kalimdor, while Thermaplugg will be responsible for the Azeroth, independent of each other and non-interfering."
Galen changed his tone and began to speak seriously: "One of you is a gnome grand craftsman, and the other is a goblin grand engineer. The fields involved are somewhat the same, and everyone has joined the Crusaders and belongs to the same organization, so there will still be some cooperation."
"The conditions I offer are generous enough. I think it is enough to smooth out the two of you's dissatisfaction with each other! In addition, the laws of the Crusaders are fair and majestic, and there will be no bad ideas!"
Galen knew that gnomes and goblins did not like each other.
In his later life, Galen could see that whether belonging to the Horde or coming from neutral consortiums, goblins had strong hostility towards gnomes. The main reason was their commercial competition awareness. Goblins were full of jealousy towards these gnomes with superb technology. They were willing to spend a lot of time destroying gnome mechanical tests or stealing their technology.
Even if they were in a cooperative state, their relationship did not improve much, so Galen had to warn them. Benign competition was conducive to development, and Galen had to stifle vicious competition in the cradle.
"High Lord, I have no other ideas. I have always been close to the Crusaders!" Gazlowe quickly expressed his loyalty. Since the Crusader's development of Kalimdor, Gazlowe had seen the potential of Galen Port and rented one-fifth of the commercial district with all his wealth to start a business.
Since Galen came to him and asked him to play an undercover role and give the Orcs a batch of inferior warships, he truly realized Galen's wisdom and the power of the Crusaders. How could a force that could span two continents, conquer the Quillboar, and repel the Centaur be afraid of the Orcs, even if the Orcs were really powerful.
From that moment on, Gazlowe was deeply impressed by Galen. If that gnome hadn't spoken rudely just now, he would have quietly signed the contract and waited for Galen's order.
Swish swish swish.
Gazlowe quickly picked up the quill pen on the edge of the contract and quickly signed his name. The moment he put down the pen, the contract slowly rose into the air and turned into golden light, entering Gazlowe's brow.
Well, a little Holy Light trick taught by the Naaru, which Galen improved and used to sign soul contracts.
Of course, originating from the Naaru's skills, the content of the contract was absolutely fair and just.