The next day, the sun hung high in a clear blue sky that resembled a silk handkerchief. Small wisps of white cloud lingered overhead, like flowers embroidered on the fabric.
The weather favored them, and the Expeditionary Alliance began mobilizing early. A warm breeze swept past as its soldiers gathered, formed ranks with weapons in hand, and marched toward Lordaeron City under their commanders' leadership, their morale high.
"Take the city in a day!" That was the slogan Rex had proclaimed. In a short time, it had spread throughout the army, lifting everyone's spirits.
Rex was fully armed, clad in heavy plate armor of intricate construction. Once he put on his helmet, only his face remained exposed; every other part of his body was protected. As Azeroth was a world of supernatural power, its armor naturally far surpassed that of his previous life. Boots, gauntlets, pauldrons, and other components came together to form a set comprising no fewer than five pieces. For someone of Rex's standing, there would only be more, never fewer.
Fully armored, Rex cut a commanding figure. His helmet concealed his brown hair above his sharply defined face, making him look several years younger. Burning his life force to increase his strength at the Greymane Wall had not left his appearance entirely unchanged. Anyone looking at him could see that he had become noticeably older and more weathered. His face showed no signs of aging; the real difference lay in his brown hair, which had lost its former sheen and grown dry.
Holding his broad, slab-like greatsword, Rex walked forward step by step. He looked at Reed riding a horse in the distance and sighed inwardly. At last, he understood how Li Yuanba had felt in the Romance of the Sui and Tang: he could not ride