An Ordinary Person's Dream of Being a Hero

The speaker was a middle-aged man with a large face and big ears, dressed in fine clothes, named Andre.

Looking closely at Chen Stormstout, one could see that his face was flushed unnaturally, clearly due to excessive drinking.

Andre declared with righteous indignation, "To live a life without being eaten by Thrall is to be a hero in vain. I almost made history and will regret it for the rest of my life. Gentlemen, you are all ambitious young people of Azeroth, and you should Consecration your lives to Azeroth and to the great Savior Thrall."

"Well said!" A young man in armor, his face flushed with excitement, led the applause and cheers.

Taran Zhu looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of people surrounding the young man, all of them young and strong, their armor gleaming.

Andre's speech was met with enthusiastic cheers. He waved his hand with a smile and said:

"I heard that the great Tirion Fordring had been reborn through the Power of the Holy Light, and I was so overjoyed that I couldn't sleep for several nights. But soon, devastating news arrived: Tirion Fordring had been turned into Flesh-Eternal, and the culprit was none other than the old guard of the Argent Dawn. This is a betrayal of Azeroth, a betrayal of Tirion Fordring. All idealistic young heroes should stand up and fight Evil to the death."

The young man who had led the shouting earlier asked:

"I long to fight for Lord Tirion Fordring, but I don't know how to join."

Andre looked at him with admiration and smiled, "This young man is both brave and resourceful. We already have a complete plan. All courage must ultimately be put into action. We have gained the support of the Lightforging Orcs, Grommash Hellscream has sworn to fight for Tirion Fordring, and in addition, a great hero of Azeroth has been reborn from the Holy Light and is fighting on our side."

"Which hero is it?" everyone wondered.

Thrall, Garrosh, Sylvanas? Almost all the heroes of the Horde were mentioned.

Andre declared loudly, "That great hero is no match for our King Varian! The Kingdom of Stormwind's royal family is in decline, and the royal line is on the verge of extinction. We desperately need a great leader."

"King Varian has been reborn?"

Excited shouts erupted from the crowd, and joy graced everyone's face.

Andre's eyes shone brightly as he said:

"The Argent Dawn has absorbed the Amani Trolls, but dares not touch the Blood Elves of Silvermoon City, because our King resides Silvermoon City and has already secured the Blood Elves ' allegiance. This is a great secret, and I only speak of it to those I trust. King Majesty has a plan to unite the Blood Elves and the Lightforging Orcs to wipe out the Argent Dawn in one fell swoop. As children of Kingdom of Stormwind, and loyal subjects of His King, how can we stand idly by?"

"No, I will fight for King Varian!" the young man shouted excitedly.

"I am gratified that Kingdom of Stormwind has so many ambitious people," Andre said with relief. "Two thousand men have already secretly gone to the Plaguelands. Among them are battle-hardened Veterans, but many more are young people like you. It is time to fight for Kingdom of Stormwind, for Azeroth, and for King Varian."

"Fight for King Varian!" the crowd shouted in unison.

"Destroy the corrupt Argent Dawn, rescue Tirion Fordring Fording!" Andre led the chant, and the crowd responded in unison, their voices like Thunder.

Taran Zhu and Chen Stormstout smiled at each other.

They originally intended to step forward and lead the group to save Tirion Fordring, but the difficulty was unimaginable, since they were just Pandaren and it was hard for them to gain the trust of humans.

With the reborn King Varian leading the way, and the Blood Elves and Lightforging Orcs joining the fray, the matter is practically a sure thing, and the two of them can simply sit back and reap the rewards.

Next comes the registration process. Those willing to enter the Plaguelands and fight alongside King Varian need to register their names before ships are arranged.

However, since the Veteran Club is a non-profit organization, the cost of the boat fare and food along the way had to be paid by themselves. After explaining the situation, everyone understood.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The reborn King Varian will surely reclaim his rightful power. If you fight alongside the King now, you will have earned the honor of supporting him, and you will be promoted and ennobled without a doubt.

Most of the people present signed up, with only a few Imp refusing to register. They were met with resistance from the crowd and Liuliu away like rats in the street amidst a barrage of criticism.

Chen Stormstout and Taran Zhu also signed up, of course using pseudonyms, and paid for the boat fare and food.

Everyone waited inside the manor for the ship, while Chen Stormstout, chatted with the young man in armor.

"My name is Lucas, and I own a manor in Shattered Stone Fief."

Although he was merely a rural nobleman, Lucas possessed the airs of an aristocrat:

"Upon learning that the great Tirion Fordring had become Flesh-Eternal, I couldn't sleep for days. The great hero who saved Azeroth shouldn't suffer such injustice. I sold my possessions, gathered like-minded individuals, purchased armor and weapons for them, and prepared to venture into the Plaguelands to fight the Argent Dawn. It was only through the guidance of a benefactor that I learned of the Veteran Club."

"What a fine man!" Chen Stormstout.

Lucas looked a little embarrassed and scratched his head, saying, "I just did what I should do. The Orcs sacrificed everything to save Azeroth. If it weren't for the Orcs, Azeroth would have been destroyed ten thousand years ago. Every citizen of Azeroth should be grateful."

Taran Zhu leaned closer and asked, "If the Orcs and humans go to war, which side would you be willing to stand on?"

Lucas's face flushed red, and after a long while, he said, "Although I am a human, I am willing to support the Orcs, even if it means becoming Orcs military rations and being eaten by them. My life would be worth it."

Taran Zhu secretly found it amusing; it seemed that Jaina's Peace Dove still had a deep-seated influence.

In the middle of the night, Andre woke everyone up and excitedly explained:

"The ship has arrived. This matter must be kept secret, so boarding can only be done at night. We hope everyone understands."

Andre bribed the guards at the city gate and led everyone secretly into Stormwind City. They carefully avoided the guards along the way, and under the cover of night, a ship was moored at the dock.

There were more than two hundred people on the trip. The boat wasn't big, and it was packed full. There was barely enough room to sit, let alone lie down.

Fighting for King Varian, fighting to save Tirion Fordring, everyone was filled with fervor, wishing they could fly to the Plaguelands immediately; any difficulty could be overcome.

The ship sailed on the sea and passed the Menethil Harbor in the Wetlands. Dozens of Dwarves boarded the ship, making the already cramped cabin even more crowded. Andre comforted everyone and encouraged them to overcome the difficulties.

After a grueling and frustrating voyage, the ship finally docked at Stratholme. The trip had been extremely unpleasant; the air in the cabin was terrible, the food was filthy, and everyone desperately needed a big meal, a hot shower, and finally a good night's sleep.

Although Taran Zhu and Chen Stormstout were both highly skilled in martial arts, they were exhausted at this moment. They went up to the deck with the young man and enjoyed the long-awaited sunlight.

A large group of fully armed Lightforging Orcs had gathered at the dock.

Andre was the first to reach the shore, a fawning smile on his face, and said to an Orcs who appeared to be an officer:

"My lord, there are a total of two hundred and seventy-five slaves. Please inspect them."