As Rex made his choice, the eight humanoid models inside the Tavern began to change. The Beastmaster among them came to life, all the lifelessness vanishing from his body.
His half-closed eyes began to open.
The moment the Beastmaster opened his eyes, all the other heroes beside him dissolved into rays of light, shimmering before Rex.
Rex glanced over. The Dark Ranger and all the others had vanished.
This disappointed him greatly. The change had completely dashed his hopes of recruiting any of the other heroes.
To be honest, this Beastmaster would be the greatest help to Rex, but the hero he most wanted to recruit was definitely not the Beastmaster before him. It was someone else: the Dark Ranger.
But it was too late to talk about any of that now. He had already recruited the Beastmaster.
As for returning after the next day's reset, clearing the Tavern again, and recruiting another hero, Rex held no hope of doing so.
A hero was not a Hero Spirit, nor something as common as cabbage. Every hero was one in a million. The odds were so slim that a nation's strength could be gauged simply by counting its Heroic Powerhouses.
The importance of Heroic Powerhouses could determine the fate of a nation.
Whatever your former station, whether commoner or even slave, everything would change once you became a hero. You would become a noble, with a manor and lands of your own, which you could pass down to establish your own family.
If he could keep doing this tomorrow and repeat the process, there were eight heroes in the Tavern. If Rex recruited them all, why would he still consider Stormwind City a threat? With so many Heroic Powerhouses, he could simply sweep through it. They could not unleash their full