VanCleef gathered all the guards and concentrated them at the dock. Andy took a quick look around. There were about two hundred of them, all elite agents from Stormwind City's SI:7. Only then did Andy understand why Lothar had insisted on taking VanCleef and his team with him. They were indeed a force to be reckoned with. Every one of them was skilled at gathering intelligence and carrying out assassinations. They would be a great help during the migration and once they reached the northern kingdom of Lordaeron!
"The king has summoned us. Everyone, return and report in!" VanCleef's eyes flashed as he pointed to several people. "You, you, and you! Take five men each and seal every entrance to the mines. Meet back here in three hours."
The three men and their teams vanished in an instant. Andy hadn't seen their faces; every one of them, including VanCleef, wore a red mask. Vanessa had hidden herself in the shadows again. Now, no one could see the others' faces except Andy.
VanCleef sent the rest to prepare the ships at the dock, while he kept an eye on the time and waited quietly for the three teams to return.
"My lord, the ships are ready!" A bald, masked man walked over and reported to VanCleef.
"Good. There's an hour left. They should be back soon!" VanCleef said. He had confidence in those three teams. They were all among the fleetest members of the group.
Half an hour later, one of the teams appeared before VanCleef. A little over ten minutes after that, the other two teams returned as well, though they all looked exhausted.
"Let's go. Set sail!" VanCleef turned and boarded the ship, giving the order.
At the sound of a whistle, the ship got underway. Standing on deck,