This was not an illusion!
If the fleet at her disposal could send 10,000 people across the ocean to Theramore, it would be amazing. If Lordaeron was ravaged by natural disasters, she would have to learn from Duque during the first battle at the Dark Portal. She would first send people to a small island not far from the mainland, and then send them across the sea in batches.
Now, she was supported by the entire Stormwind Navy, Kurtiras' Fourth Fleet, and Marcus' Merchant Fleet. In total, there were more than 1,500 ships of various sizes.
A hundred thousand refugees, more than fifteen thousand Theramore soldiers, and more than twenty thousand tons of all kinds of supplies, were all transported here in a magnificent manner.
Ten years ago, the Galleon Galleons with four or even five masts had become the mainstream of the Eastern Kingdom. Whether in terms of speed or maneuverability, these new ships were far superior to the Horde's old ships.
Jaina's fleet, which set off two weeks later than the Horde, arrived at Kalimdor almost at the same time as the Horde. Coupled with the magic of cement, the Theramore Expeditionary Force established itself faster than the Horde. If one did not know better, they would think that Duque had deliberately dug a pit for the Horde to jump into.
When the fleet had finished unloading, Vice-Admiral Jesse Farrivel came to ask Jaina if they could return.
If this sturdy female general could be bribed, Jaina might not mind doing so. Unfortunately, Jesse was Duque's subordinate, and after nearly 15 years of assimilation, the famous Bloodsail Pirate Squadron commander had long since become Duque's loyal follower.
Ruthless and abiding by orders, Jesse was definitely a general that all high-ranking people liked.
"It's fine here. I will set up a magic teleportation circle as soon as possible to maintain contact with the Alliance. Go back, and send my regards to Lord Marcus. "
After sending Jesse away, Jaina sat on the top floor of the newly built Mage Tower, looking down at Theramore, which looked like a super large construction site, and the coastline covered with tents. She then looked at the large pile of [Swamp Survival Handbook] personally written by Duque in the room, and suddenly sighed.
"Damn it, is that guy Duque really a prophet? He thinks of everything, I don't feel any sense of challenge! "
Aegwynn teased her from the side, "Have you finally realized what kind of opponent you'd be facing if you were to fight?"
Jaina shrugged. "Two months ago, I wanted to be a good Mrs. Marcus."
"Hehehe!" Aegwynn was noncommittal.
"Alright! Now it's time to greet the tribe. " A cold glint flashed in Jaina's eyes. The next second, when Aegwynn wanted to remind her, she controlled her emotions very well. "I know what to do. I came for peace and cooperation. Before the Alliance and the Horde have irreconcilable conflicts, I will be a good pioneer and Alliance ambassador."
Aegwynn nodded. "It's good that you know. After all, the difference between the Alliance and the Horde was too big. Since humans and orcs were once mortal enemies. Now, the Elves and the Trolls had thousands of years of grudges between them. If the Scourge Army was still around, perhaps the Alliance and the Horde would temporarily work together under the pressure. Once there's no external help, I'm afraid … "
Jaina walked to the window and stared at the north. "I know what to do. If necessary, I'll use some magic tricks that the orcs can't understand. "
Time passed. Less than a week after Sal sent Grom's Warsong Clan north to Grey Valley, he was surprised to receive a message – the Alliance's messenger had come to visit!
Sal's heart stopped beating for a moment. The first thing that came to his mind was Duque's prophetic eyes that seemed to be able to see through the future.
He tilted his head and asked Wokin, "What do you think?"
Although it was still a short time, Sal was already very fond of listening to Wokin's opinion. The orcs were a brave race, and there was never a lack of brave warriors among the orcs. Unfortunately, the more brave a warrior was, the less good a manager or a good leader.
When he was really with his own people, Sal really understood why Orgrim valued him so much.
There were too few people with great wisdom among the orcs, and too many people with a one-track mind!
The appearance of Wokin, who was wise and knew how to judge the situation, made up for the lack of wisdom in the tribe to a large extent. Now in the tribe, Wokin's position had unknowingly ranked below Grom and Varrock Salufar. He was ranked fourth, even above the Tauren chief Cairn Bloodhoof.
In response to Sal's question, Wokin sorted out his thoughts and replied, "According to what you said, the Alliance is also troubled by the terrifying army of the dead – the Scourge Army, and is even on the verge of collapse. If this is the case, the Alliance's messenger should not be here to declare war. We will only know the specifics when we meet them. Right now, we also lack information about the Lordaeron Continent. "
Wokin paused for a moment. "However, let Sir Salufar go to prepare for war, just in case."
Sal nodded, and Varrock immediately understood and went to prepare the army.
Varrock and Brock were brothers. These two powerful orc warriors from the Blackrock clan had never been defeated on the battlefield. Of course, this might have something to do with the fact that they had not yet faced the strongest Paladins of the Alliance.
Unlike Brock, who was only strong as a single soldier, Varrock was more talented in leadership. Varrock, who was also known as King Salufar, had been serving the Horde ever since he drank the blood of Mannoroth with Grom Hellscream.
He led the Horde to surround Shattrath and Stormwind City, and until the end of the second war, he had never been defeated.
In the first war, when Orgrim Doomhammer led the Horde, he saw Salufar's efficiency and cruelty on the battlefield, and appointed Salufar as his general.
Rumor had it that Salufar had once waved his hand … and cut three human knights in half horizontally.
After Orgrim died at Arthis's hands, Thrall promoted Varrock. Now, Varrock could be said to be the chieftain of the small Blackrock Clan.
The meeting with the Alliance's messenger was at a large construction site in Orgrimmar. Although Wokin advised Sal that it was not good to let the Alliance see through the Horde, Sal shook his head and refused.
"Orgrim is such a huge city, it is impossible to hide. In that case, why not show the Alliance how magnificent the new city that is about to become the center of the Horde is? "
Just like that, surrounded by 5,000 orc warriors, Sal welcomed a woman who should have been entangled with his fate – the Alliance's ambassador, Jaina Proudmoore!
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