Titan Dawn

Stormwind, port area.

Teams of soldiers were boarding the troop carrier in an orderly manner, and the sailors on the four iron armored ships were conducting their final inspections.

The entire port has now been temporarily converted to military use. A large amount of military supplies and consumables are stacked on the open space of the dock. Under the command of logistics officers, the laborers have moved to the ship in batches.

The steam tank regiment from Ironforge and the dwarf mechanized forces will be carried on seven floating airships and set off with the maritime fleet.

The flag of the Alliance's blue-backed golden lion head fluttered on the mast of each ship, hunting against the sea breeze.

Vancliffe and his craftsmen leaned against the dock not far away, watching the huge army build up nervously and orderly.

"Kill the soul ... I also want to go, but unfortunately the army does not accept me, saying that I am too disciplinary, you said that I was born as a thief, what discipline did I manage, hey ...

An old subordinate looked at the Alliance soldiers in blue and white armor with envy.

"I heard that each of the expeditionary soldiers is three times as many soldiers, and there are ten high-intensity combat subsidies for each month. After returning from a battle, all of them can be bought in Elwynn Forest. A piece of land is a blessing. "

"Well ... that's money from people's lives, undead .... you won't be able to survive even if you die, and you will be raised to disgusting ghouls to attack your countrymen."

Listening to the arguments of his subordinates, Vancliff shook his head, he was thinking about his own affairs.

This northern expedition was led by the Duke of Boerval himself. The alliance was elaborate, with a posture to turn the Lich King directly.

Fancliff is very concerned about politics and news. This time, all the elite troops of the alliance went north, which also revived their previous thoughts.

Gritting his teeth, he made his decision.

He told his wife and daughter Vanessa carefully about her thoughts. After a few worries and persuasion, the family was finally persuaded by Fancliff to support herself.

Van Cleef didn't hesitate, he immediately ran to Storm Fortress, and asked to meet King Varian and Duke Bevar.

In the presence of the King and the Grand Duke, Van Cliff expressed his thoughts of contributing to the country.

"I know that this time the Northern Expedition, the Alliance will send all the elite troops, but this will inevitably lead to the emptiness of the military strength in the kingdom. In some areas, the local People's Army militia alone cannot completely stabilize the situation."

The Duke of Bervard nodded immediately, "It's rare that you, as a craftsman, have seen so thoroughly that no wonder MI7 wants to solicit you many times. Yes, you can do it well, and the security in some areas will be somehow Descend, but in order to destroy the Lich King, a brief hurt is acceptable unless you have a better idea? "

Van Cleef was excited, "Yes, I came here to say my way. Many of us in the Artisan Association are professional thieves, and there are many former soldiers. We are willing to form a militia brotherhood. , Head to the Western Wilderness and destroy the syndicate thugs there! "

King Varian, who had not spoken, looked at Van Cliff at the moment. "So, what do you want to get out of it?"

"All the business in the Western Wilderness Construction business I just want to expand again for our Artisans Association. We are willing to assist the Western Wilderness People's Army in fighting Syndicate. As long as Your Majesty agrees, all business in the Western Wilderness Construction business will only be handed over to you. Let's do it. "

An hour later, Vancliff shivered with excitement and left the Storm Fortress with a leap.

He got what he wanted: a paper appointment, and his name.

Vancliff shook his head, ending the memories.

He turned to look at his old men, "The glory of the Northern Expedition does not belong to us, but we still have our own use elsewhere. What I will say next, maybe some people will part ways on this, no matter what you finally make Whatever decisions you make, listen to me first. "

Listening to Van Cliff's thoughts, the old subordinates all showed extremely surprised expressions.

"Boss, isn't it a group of aristocrats from the north, who are afraid of being a fart?

"Yes, the vast area of ​​the western wilderness, if the business is owned by our artisans association, then we can immediately turn around, haha."

"I ... I'll stay in Stormwind and help my boss take care of the business here."

After listening to all kinds of answers and statements, Vancliffe nodded with satisfaction, at least most of the old men were willing to fight together with themselves.

As for the unwillingness, Van Cliff also understands them, let them stay in Stormwind to take care of business here. It's just that they will never lose this chance of hard work and success.

As a result, as the Alliance troops boarded the ship and were about to cross the ocean north to Northrend, a special unit was quietly established and quickly entered the western wilderness area.

They are the Defias Brotherhood, and their members are mostly made up of thieves. When these brothers of thieves, who are very familiar with the western wilderness, came here, they immediately hit the syndicates and robbers around them.

The leader of the syndicate hiding in the death mine was furiously found that the younger brothers scattered around the farms were simultaneously attacked with blood and brutality, and no one survived.

In the Gold Coast Mine, Fancliff played with the sharp dagger in his hand and looked coldly at the dozen or so Syndicate members kneeling in front of him.

Van Cliff was wearing a fine black and red leather armor. All members of the Defias Brotherhood were in this style of leather, with a red strip tied to their foreheads.

"You **** from the north, come here, and live your life peacefully. But you are not dead, and you use harassment and robbery as your livelihood. There is nothing worthy of guilt if you kill all of you . "

Talking, Vancliffe slammed a dagger into the neck of a syndicate, who immediately widened his eyes, made a hissing pain, and then fell slowly to the ground.

"Cut all the dregs off your ears and noses, and throw them to the Death Mine, so that the syndicate mobs can wake up and end up with our Defias Brotherhood."

Soon, people in the western wilderness learned that an organization called the Defias Brotherhood was fighting the group of Cindy robbers.

Fancliffe has won the essence of the People's War. He reduced the members of Defias to zero and scattered them on the farms in the western wilderness. Together with the cooperation of farmers and farmers, it is simply for those syndicates who come to fight the autumn wind. No return.

The Golden Beach area was originally the concession of the Night Empire, but in the past few years it has been returned to the Stormwind Kingdom as a ceremony for King Varian.

However, there are still a small group of night elves living with humans, mainly druids. They want to stay and continue to improve the natural environment of the western wilderness.

Cindy's increased theft naturally also harassed here ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ But the druids have always been fighting on their own, and did not report such trivial matters to the night empire.

Now with the Defias Brotherhood, the angry druids immediately expressed their willingness to help them fight against Syndicate.

So Defias became even more powerful. With the druids in the form of cheetahs for reconnaissance and scouting, Syndicate's losses immediately rose again.

The big men have big men's wars, and the little men in the western wilderness are also fighting for their own homes.

Stormwind City, Old Town, Seven Military Intelligence Stations.

Garona looked at the girl in red and black leather armor in front of her, and eventually nodded.

"I promised, I will teach you personally, your thief talent is very good. But ... do you insist on becoming a thief, or do you want to help your father Van Cliff? I have some impressions on him, elite thieves, but There is not enough potential, and that will always be the case. "

Vanessa nodded, and bowed deeply to Garona.

"Yes, so I want to surpass my father. I want to help him. He is for the people of the western wilderness. His cause is just!"

A few days later, MI7 was surprised to find that the master thief, Garona, had accepted a disciple.

Code-named "Hope".

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