After leaving Tyrande, Rex headed straight to the second defensive line and began summoning all the Alliance leaders.
It did not take long to gather everyone. Jaina, Rhonin, and the others were busy either here or at the first defensive line. Within half an hour, everyone had assembled. Looking at Sylvanas, Rhonin, and the others, Rex solemnly relayed the information he had obtained from Tyrande.
When Rex fell silent, a chill settled over the gathering.
Destroying a Portal guarded by an army of demons would be incredibly difficult. Even setting aside the army guarding it, the endless stream of demons emerging from the Portal posed a major obstacle. They could not even lure the demons away.
Time ticked by, and an hour passed in the blink of an eye. The atmosphere was strange, with no one saying a word. The only sounds were the distant boom of cannons and everyone's breathing.
At last, Rexxar broke the silence. His gaze swept over those present before settling on the silver-haired, silver-bearded Tirion Fordring. "Tirion, what do you think?"
Among the Alliance leaders present, Tirion Fordring was neither the strongest nor the oldest, but he was one of the steadiest and most prudent. His distinguished service in the Second War had proven him unquestionably worthy of commanding an army. Bolvar Fordragon might have been no less talented, but when it came to whom Rex could trust and rely upon, there was no question: it was Tirion Fordring.
Darius had originally been another candidate. Rex's future father-in-law was talented enough to command an army as well. For now, however, his relative lack of strength held him back. With everyone else present at Hero Rank, he had little say in the discussion.
Once Rex called on him, Tirion Fordring could no longer remain silent. He