"Saurfang…"
Broxigar, hunched over, had a glint of light flash in his eyes as he softly murmured the name.
"Draenor has been occupied by me, the Mag'har clan has allied with the Crusade, Draenosh and Saurfang are doing well, and they have already begun warrior training with Garrosh."
As soon as those names were mentioned, Broxigar completely believed Galen's words. His own prematurely deceased elder brother had a child named Saurfang, and Grom Hellscream's child was named Garrosh. Many orcish prisoners knew this, but Draenosh…
Draenosh meant "Heart of Draenor" in the orcish language. His brother Varok's child was just born when they left Draenor. Varok assured his wife that the child would be safe and uncorrupted. Before Varok went through the Dark Portal, he had the elders of Garadar hide Draenosh to prevent the orcish warlocks from finding him.
"Speak, powerful human general, what do you need me to do?" Broxigar straightened his back, a few traces of fighting spirit surging from his body.
Because of the changes Galen's existence made to this timeline, the time of traveling to the War of the Ancients was seventeen years earlier than in the original timeline. Broxigar was still in his prime, and with the Horde having just been defeated two years ago, he did not yet have the mentality of a hero in his twilight years, constantly seeking a heroic sacrifice in battle.
"It's not difficult, just come with me to fight and kill demons."
Galen gave Broxigar a meaningful look, and then said, "You should be very familiar with the enemies, the demons who gave you blood to drink back then."
A brutal look flashed in the orcish warrior's eyes. He clearly remembered how, nine years ago, they were bewitched by Gul'dan to drink the so-called green and oily gift. Although that gift once made the orcs' combat power soar unprecedentedly, it also brought brutality and war-loving sequelae.
Now, only the illusory feeling of that power flowing in his heart remained, and more than that was a tired heart and a weak body.
The Saurfang family was not unintelligent. Broxigar simply preferred to solve problems with force. After two years of torment, he also understood who was the real culprit. The orcs were just pawns.
Although he understood, he remained silent. Now he was just a prisoner. After witnessing the failure of the wise Orgrim, he did not know where the future of the orcs lay.
"I have no objections, we can set off now!" The future of the orcs was a matter for Orgrim and those clan chieftains to consider. I am just a warrior, killing enemies is my mission.
"Come with me."
After Galen finished speaking, he placed his palm on Broxigar's shoulder. At such a close distance, Broxigar's rebellious thoughts flashed through his mind, but he finally gave up the idea of attacking Galen and allowed Galen to act.
Fortunately, he did not act, otherwise, with Galen's inhuman armor in his natural state, how could Broxigar break through the defense with his bare hands, nails, and teeth?
A flash of white light passed, and Galen brought the orcish warrior to the fourth-level palace of Minas Tirith
At this time, in the palace garden, a group of different races of various shapes were lining up waiting for something.
The first batch of demigod-level servants that Galen had subdued had completed the transformation of followers, including two Holy Light creatures, five elemental lords, the Arakkoa twin birds, and Gruul the Dragonkiller.
Now, the people waiting in the palace were the gnome mage Millhouse Manastorm, the high priest of the high arakkoa Irikos, Aegyiss the Smasher, the Broken Nobundo, and Akama.
There were also two half-grown orcs with brown skin, Galen and Yorel Deathsight.
Regardless of their past attitude towards the Crusade, whether their loyalty to Galen was sincere or not, after being transformed into followers, there was no need to worry about anything.
And the arrival of Galen and Broxigar Saurfang caused a commotion among this group of alien races.
Akama tightened the twin scythes in his hand, and Nobundo put his hand on the staff behind him, but the two suddenly remembered where they were, and Galen was also next to that green-skinned orc, so they stopped their movements.
"Uncle Broxigar!"
After recognizing the appearance of the green-skinned orc, Garrosh exclaimed excitedly.
"Garrosh?"
After seeing the little orc that only reached his chest, Broxigar confirmed again that Galen had unified Draenor.
"Uncle Broxigar, do you have any news about my father?"
Galen was quite eager for news of his father and asked directly.
"After Grom and the Bleeding Hollow clan failed in the Blackrock Mountain battle, they joined forces to break through and escape the Alliance's encirclement. Now I don't know where they are."
Hearing this news, Garrosh looked disappointed.
"They are hiding in the mountains between Redridge Mountains and Burning Steppes. The Alliance has encircled and suppressed them many times, but they have escaped."
It was Galen who spoke. After he returned to Minas Tirith, he knew the news, but Redridge Mountains belonged to the territory of Stormwind Kingdom, and Galen had no interest in encircling and suppressing them.
"I'll give you some time. After catching up, Broxigar, come find me in the palace."
After Galen finished speaking, he beckoned Jorin Deadeye forward, ordered him to return to Draenor to pick up Saurfang, and then left the two orcs, one large and one small, who were sharing information, and took Nobundo and Akama into the palace first to perform the conversion ceremony.
Galen asked many followers who had been converted, and when the ceremony began, they would receive an inquiry message.
"Are you willing to become a follower of the Originator, never to betray?"
When they chose to agree, their minds were ethereal, and some new analysis was instilled into the martial arts and spells they were usually good at, invisibly adding to their abilities.
At the same time, a panel appeared, recording their own information, such as name, occupation, specialization, and talent skills.
This is just garrison followers and class hall followers…
After Galen summoned Alleria and Sylvanas, he calmed down and arranged the future plans of the Crusade.
The commander of the Draenor Crusade was Medivh. He was going to the War of the Ancients, and he didn't know if he would go back with a whoosh, and then come back with a whoosh. Then, in fact, only a few seconds or a few minutes had passed here?
What if he went to the Dark Portal in the seventh year, and he didn't know how many years it would take to come back from the Dark Portal, he would have no place to cry.
After thinking about it, Galen divided the plan into three parts.
Aragorn was responsible for the development of the Crusade in Arathi Highlands and Northern Highlands, and Durin accelerated the cleanup of the opposition forces in Blackrock Depths, and completed the unification of the Three Hammers earlier.
Thranduil, his high elf-like hero, was too conspicuous. Galen waved his hand and asked him to lead the Gale Legion and the Thunder Legion to Northrend to establish outposts, monitor possible undead movements, and incidentally complete the map exploration achievement of Northrend.
As for Gandalf, he was responsible for the Crusade's development in Kalimdor, including defending against centaurs and…
Pursuing Aegwynn! That scoundrel!
Quel'Thalas, the Kingdom of, South Eversong Woods, Windrunner Spire.
Alleria and Sylvanas had just finished a match.
Both were tall and graceful, clad in tight-fitting leather armor. The difference was that one wore a green cloak and a silver-white mask, like a cold-faced war goddess.
The other wore red leather armor, with a blue frost orb exuding mist and a golden amulet hanging from her waist.
"Wow! Big sister and second sister are so amazing, I couldn't tell who won!"
The third sister outside the arena clapped and cheered for the wonderful competition between her two sisters, her long silver hair fluttering in the wind.
"Your second sister won, little sister."
Alleria patted the forming frost residue on her hood while taking off her mask and carefully placing it in her waist pouch.
Sylvanas glanced thoughtfully at her elder sister's movements, pursed her lips, and said nothing.
"Sylvanas, Thori'dal, the Stars' Fury is unparalleled in power. Even Sastora, the Windrunner family heirloom, can't compare in terms of arcane attack amplification."
Alleria was right. After all, the bow, Thori'dal, the Stars' Fury, had been soaked in the Sunwell for a thousand years longer than Sastora.
Sylvanas nodded: "The first Sun King's bow is indeed very powerful. With my current strength, I can only unleash half of its full power. I still need more training and more time to familiarize myself with it."
"There's also, there's also my Quel'Thalas Golden Bow!" Vereesa presented her Quel'Thalas Golden Bow, which she had exchanged for military merits, to her elder sister, hoping to receive her praise.
"Our little moon has grown up too, already able to go to the battlefield to kill enemies, and has been promoted to captain of the ranger corps!"
Alleria took the golden bow, nocked an arrow, and shot it towards a maple tree that took three people to encircle. The arrow easily pierced through, leaving a fist-sized hole in the trunk.
"Hehe!"
Vereesa smiled triumphantly. The sparse sunlight filtering through the forest illuminated the triumphant expression on her face like a blooming flower.
"I worked very hard in battle to get it. My second sister and I wiped out the troll army in the forest!"
Alleria looked at her little sister's proud appearance, her heart filled with warmth. Her sisters had all grown up and become stronger.
As for the two of them wiping out the troll army, Alleria believed it. Assists also counted as battle achievements. After all, Galen had told her the story of going in and out seven times, wreaking havoc.
Afterwards, the little sister began to pester her elder sister to talk about her experiences in the past year and a half, which made Vereesa yearn.
"Wow! The Black Dragon King is so powerful?"
"Wow! Brother-in-law is so amazing!"
"Ew, are those arakkoa really that ugly?"
"The draenei are so miserable, the orcs are so brutal!"
"Big sister, did you and brother-in-law adopt a draenei child?"
Pa!
Alleria slapped her little sister's head.
"Ouch! Big sister, why did you hit me!"
"It's not Galen and I who adopted her, it's that we brought a draenei girl back for Garona to adopt. Galen even said that he would make her Med'an's little wife in the future."
Alleria really regretted saying this, but the fate of the draenei was too tragic. After the fall of Shattrath, those orphans were even more lonely, which accidentally aroused the softness in her heart.
"Alright, Vereesa, stop pestering big sister. Go back to Windrunner Village and prepare. We'll go to Silvermoon City to visit little brother tomorrow!" Sylvanas interrupted the two's conversation.
"Oh! Oh!"
"Going to visit little brother, and see brother-in-law by the way!"
After speaking, the Windrunner little sister blew her whistle, and a Scarlet-red strider ran over from the distant forest. Vereesa exerted force with her slender legs, jumped onto the strider's back, and ran towards Windrunner Village in the north.
"Big sister, I just received a message from Galen. He invited the two of us to a new adventure!"
After Sylvanas finished speaking, she imperceptibly observed her elder sister's expression.
Alleria's lips curled up slightly, and a look of joy flashed between her brows: "A new adventure?"
"Although Quel'Thalas's political environment has changed a lot due to the prince's rise, the stubborn council faction is still strong, and the atmosphere in Silvermoon City still makes me uncomfortable. A new adventure is still more attractive."
Sylvanas noticed that her elder sister's expression was strange, as if she was deliberately controlling it.
I hope I'm wrong. I let big sister go to Draenor to help Galen. Could it be that big sister got herself involved?
Sylvanas shook her head and drove these distracting thoughts away: "Yes, that's what Galen said. He wants to form a five-person team and specifically asked if the two of us are free."
"Sylvanas, are you going?" Alleria asked her sister.
"There are no wars on the border recently. The Amani trolls are eking out an existence in the mountains to the east. Our ranger corps has already stolen enough of the limelight. Let the remaining military merits go to other legions. With Silonas and Halduron in charge of the ranger corps, it won't be a problem for me to leave for a while."
"I'm sorry, Sylvanas, this was originally my responsibility."
The position of Ranger-General has been passed down through the Windrunner family. When Alleria broke through to the legendary rank, the rebellious and unrestrained her proposed to her mother to give up the duties of Ranger-General and choose to become a free farstrider traveling Azeroth.
Under compulsion, the matriarch of the Windrunner family, their mother, chose the responsible and naturally competitive second daughter as the successor, and carried out heavy training during the decades of Sylvanas's adulthood.
"There's no need to feel guilty, sister. This is also my choice. Lirelle is making good progress in the training camp in Silvermoon City. He's already a high ranger! When he grows up and becomes strong enough, I can resign from the duties of Ranger-General!"
This was also the reason why Sylvanas hardened her heart and threw Lirelle into the Silvermoon City training camp, which was known as a devil training camp. Silvermoon City would not agree to a high elf who married into a human kingdom continuing to serve as their Ranger-General and guarding the border.
"Then let's prepare. Sylvanas, arrange the military affairs, I'll write a letter to inform mother, and we'll set off with little sister!"
The arrival of the Windrunner sisters made Galen extremely happy, and he personally took the three sisters to visit the expanded seven-ringed Minas Tirith
The first ring area is Galen's private area, with a level four royal city plus two town halls on the left and right.
The second ring area is the military area, garrisoned by 50,000 heavy infantry and musketeers who have not been reorganized by Galen. They are the main defense force of Minas Tirith, responsible for daily internal security and external patrols.
The third ring area is the farm. Galen admitted that there was a mistake in his initial planning. He did not expect Minas Tirith to become his main city. However, he felt sorry to tear down thousands of farms now, so he could only let the mistake continue.
The center of the fourth ring area is the church area, with commercial areas on the left and right sides.
The fifth, sixth, and new seventh ring areas are all residential areas. During the war, a large number of people poured into the Arathi Highlands, and Minas Tirith also accepted 100,000 refugees from the Hillsbrad area, bringing the population of the entire city close to 300,000.
The training camp is located in a corner of the second ring area. In addition to the training of the Holy Light, it also accepts students who want to improve their martial arts.
At this time, a wonderful one-on-one flag insertion is being staged in the training camp. This is the most common project in the training camp, accounting for almost half of the students' course time.
At this time, the arena is the High Elf Ranger Lirath against the Darkspear Troll Rokhan!
The battle is not fierce, but the surrounding students are divided into two factions and are cheering.
One side is the Paladin students, mainly humans and high elves.
The high elves are the loyal followers of the Sunstrider royal family and were sent by Kael'thas to receive the enlightenment of the elven holy knights. Galen has seen the list of the leading ones, and there are indeed a few familiar ones: Solanar Bloodwrath, Maira Dawnblade, and Sessia Dawnrose.
In addition to the dozens of apprentices from Arathi, most of the humans are students who came in through the back door. Galen knows the two sons of Lord Mograine of Lordaeron, Tirion's only son, Althea Abercrombie of the Stormwind Kingdom, and Anna Revilcost, who was recommended by Derek.
Vol'jin the Troll also has supporters, all of whom are races from Kalimdor. In addition to a few quillboars and the troll teenager Vol'jin from the Darkspear, there are also tauren Sunwalker apprentices led by Auberdine Brightmane, and seven-year-old Cairne Bloodhoof's son Baine.
"Lyrath wins!"
In the end, Lyras was better, and Rokhan silently pulled out the arrows from his body after the defeat and silently retreated to the sidelines to find the mentors for treatment.
"Next match, Baine Bloodhoof against Vol'jin!"
Although Galen really wanted to see the battle between the two tauren teenagers and the troll teenager, Lyras had already discovered that his three sisters had come to Minas Tirith and was running over happily.
Alleria nodded secretly. Lyras has been in this training camp for two years, which is more effective than staying in Quel'Thalas for more than ten years. Moreover, Alleria roughly observed this group of students, and their future achievements will definitely be high!
It seems that Galen still has a way. Sylvanas did the right thing by entrusting her younger brother to him!
"Eldest sister, second sister, third sister!" Lyras ran over quickly, without putting down the longbow in his hand. : "You came to see me!"
This high elf teenager thought of the days during this period and really wanted to shout: "I have had a miserable life. Do you know how I have spent these two years!"
"Cough cough! Hmm!"
Galen predicted someone's prediction and coughed loudly.
Sure enough, the excited Lyrath noticed Galen's presence, his body shook, and his emotions instantly subsided: "Sister... brother-in-law!"
Lyrath suffered a lot in the training camp because of his previous young master's temper. Later, Galen came back from Draenor midway. This guy threatened Galen to improve his course, otherwise he would prevent his sister from marrying this human.
Galen was not used to him. He immediately took off his armor and then used his physical strength and skills to punt Lyrath on the ground.
Galen upheld the purpose of the training camp, hitting to the flesh without mercy. Even if you are killed, your soul can be pulled back!
This was the first time Lyrath experienced the feeling of death. The previous students may not have been able to let go and would not have killed. Galen knew that this only son of the Windrunner family was favored, but his mother and sisters were heartbroken because he was not motivated enough.
As long as his strength improves, Galen is still afraid of not getting Alleria and Sylvanas' gratitude? Anyway, you won't die, so your feelings don't matter, Lyrath.
"Hmm."
Galen gave him a warning look, and Lyrath shut up instantly: "You siblings go to my residence, I'll go see if the other two members are ready."
Alleria and Sylvanas nodded, but Vereesa looked puzzled. Aren't we here specifically to see my brother?
Galen entered the training ground, and a large group of people immediately surrounded him, including the little cow Baine who was still preparing for the battle, the tauren, the quillboar, and the students from Lordaeron and the Arathi Highlands.
As the spreader of the power of the Holy Light and the senior brother of the Holy Light Church, Galen has extremely high prestige among them.
Galen greeted them one by one, brushing his favorability.
… … … … … …
When Galen's five-man team came to Nozdormu and Chromie, the two bronze dragons looked surprised!
"Galen, the battle of the ancients was very tragic. The demon army was like a tide. There were no less than dozens of demon lords alone. Mannoroth and Archimonde both appeared on the battlefield. How can you bring an ordinary human with only first-order strength?"
Chromie really wanted to pry open Galen's head to see if it was flooded. According to her idea, Galen can exert combat power comparable to a demigod, plus two top rangers, and bring Aragorn or Gandalf under his command, enough to deal with most emergencies!
"His name is Cliff. He is my chief architect. He is very interested in the architecture of the Night Elf Empire. This time, I will take him to see the Palace of Azshara, which disappeared in the Big Bang."
Galen said nonsense in a serious manner. 'I need at least one builder to build a base.'
"Don't worry, everyone, Cliff has special abilities. His role in returning to ten thousand years ago is far more useful than the combat power of a legendary rank! And with me here, there is no need to worry about combat power. I am a professional in multitasking."
Can heal, can tank, and can fight!
I just ask who else!
Nozdormu glanced at Chromie, his eyes inquiring: You recommended such an awesome candidate, is he okay?
"Galen persisted under Deathwing for half an hour until the three Dragon Aspects arrived!"
Chromie's words made Nozdormu nod. He knew Deathwing's strength. Being able to persist for half an hour under his attack already shows Galen's strength.