In the eyes of outsiders, the motley army followed each other one square at a time even after entering the fortress, appearing to be very orderly.
When the noble lords standing on the city tower in the distance saw this scene, they were speechless: Everyone was obviously just as bad not long ago, why do you stand out?
There are many details that these nobles do not understand and cannot learn. For example, Macdonald found out, and Jarod asked the troops to ignore other things and only listen to no more than five orders.
The fewer plans, the simpler the commands, and the less likely it is to make mistakes.
This method of subdividing orders is very brainless, and it also tests the commander's ability to control the overall situation.
Jarod is the most unscrupulous cook. No matter what junk ingredients he has, he can stew them into a pot of delicious food for you.
He is the kind of commander who can rely on his integration ability to allow all allied forces to exert their due strength.
With such a performance, the nobles fell silent. Of course they were not willing to be inferior to Macdonald or even Jarod, but looking at the performance of their own troops, they could only remain silent.
It's better to hang out with a big boss and gain some merit than to "do one thing in name but die alone in reality".
"Oooh!"
"hero--"
"Garold*Shadowsong!"
Black Crow Fortress has turned into a giant refugee camp, and both sides of the road are filled with people cheering for Jarod's army.
Jarod rode a night saber and greeted the people a little shyly.
It was difficult for him to describe his feelings, and he kept asking: Have I realized my ambition?
He is a very enterprising spirit.
In fact, every talented young person has a similar idea - give me a chance and I can do better than anyone else.
Jarod was in a daze.
The ability of Lord Hawk*Star is obviously far superior to his!
Hundreds of thousands of refugees were sorted out in an orderly manner. When Sunstar was still the deputy leader of the resistance, he had arranged everything. For example, he built several lines of defense outside the Black Crow Fortress in advance and expanded the line of defense.
A full five kilometers.
At that time, he was considered a waste of resources by most of his compatriots. Who knew that the clown was actually the same guy who originally accused him.
Because of the Burning Legion's wanton killings, almost all the refugees came to Black Crow Keep.
The previously empty wasteland was now filled with tents and refugees’ belongings.
This is because Black Crow Castle continues to organize transportation teams to send weak refugees to the forests in the rear areas in advance. Otherwise, the number of refugees piled up here is likely to exceed one million.
There are fellow night elves who believe in druids in the forest. At least they won't die of hunger there.
Leave behind compatriots who have the will to resist and are physically strong to form an army.
The order prohibits blacksmiths from engraving on newly made weapons. Keep everything simple, as long as it can kill the enemy...
There was not a single mistake in the series of orders issued by that adult, and they were all proven to be effective. This gave Jarod the illusion that Hawke Star was familiar with handling refugees...?
I originally thought that I was unrivaled in wit and scheming, but now it seems that this Lord Marquis, who had not had a good reputation before, is the real commanding genius, the ceiling-like existence in the Kaldorei military world!
"I, Jarod...are convinced with all my heart!"
Mr. Mai had no idea that he was being overly praised by his subordinates. He was so busy now that he wished he could even borrow the cat's paw to use as a stamped tool cat.
It turns out that at that time, he had two tool men with full internal affairs attributes, Barthras and Lor'themar.
He has nothing here.
It's hard to catch a Jarod, but of course he will use it to his death.
Anyone who was found to have some ability to lead troops was left to deal with small-scale conflicts by McDonald.
Finally staying up until dawn, McDonald suddenly received a notification from the Shadowsong Priest asking for an audience.
"Huh? You're here?" McDonald was busy with government affairs and continued to review documents without raising his head.
"I'm here." Maiev pouted: "I'm willing to admit defeat!"
"Garold has proven himself. Even if he is defeated in the future, it will probably not be due to his incompetence." McDonald said while stamping three stamps.
"I have told the goddess Elune that I want to join the Marquis of the Stars. The goddess agreed."
This is actually severance from Shinto.
The goddess Elune will not allow a priest who is too closely involved with the nobles to become her spokesperson.
When Maiev said this, McDonald was not surprised either.
Isn’t it nice to have multiple tools that can be used to fight?
"Would you like me to give you a title of nobility?" McDonald continued to work hard.
Maiev's face turned slightly red, but she immediately shook her head: "I am still a member of the Sisterhood of Elune in name only."
Historically, Maiev later formed the [Watcher] organization in order to kill an egg, poaching many elite fighters from the Sisters of Elune.
Based on this alone, McDonald's didn't expect Maiev to be separated from Elune.
Anyway, no matter how good Maiev is at fighting, she is just a disposable tool in the War of the Ancients.
There is no need to involve anything.
"It's up to you." McDonald didn't care.
Suddenly, a tender purple potato stopped in McDonald's field of vision.
Please forgive Mr. Mai for being a purple sweet potato spirit now, no, he is a member of the night elves, and he said that his arms are purple sweet potatoes.
McDonald's had been looking at this skin color for a long time, but he still couldn't get used to it.
"Xingchen, do you need me to emphasize what exclusiveness is?"
When McDonald looked up, he immediately realized something was wrong.
Damn it, he finally realized something was wrong.
Exclusive and exclusive can mean very different things.
The mooncloth priest robe that Maiev is currently wearing is translucent.
Fist of the North Star Kenjiro has seven scars on his chest, while Maiev only has one 34D scar!
Looking at Maiev's extremely serious face, which was completely red, McDonald could completely realize that this girl was willing to take risks.
At this moment, McDonald thought of many things: for example, this brother-supporting demon was protecting his younger brother; for example, she was recruiting him to fight against Tyrande; for example, she was accepting death and willing to admit defeat...
But no matter how much he thought, he couldn't stop Maiev from climbing onto the table like a female leopard.
If he is a genuine elf, he will probably obey.
McDonald's heart is dripping with sweat.
He seemed to see a purple child coming towards him.
Gan!
I don’t want a purple life ahhhhhh——
Oh, if it were Tyrande, maybe McDonald would also follow suit.
But purple... No matter how good his figure is, McDonald's heart still expresses rejection.
As a representative figure who is quick to make quick wits, McDonald's face and eyes are very good at transforming the rejection in his heart: "I know that I can't promise you anything."
Maiev's expression suddenly changed, and she immediately lost her mind: "Of course I know that all of you nobles are thinking about Azshara..."
Huh huh huh?
When did I become a Queen fan?
Okay! If you are a fan of the Queen, just be a fan of the Queen. With so many night elves kneeling down to lick Azshara, I am not short of losing a star!
There was a clear rejection in McDonald's smile: "You can't guess what I want. Do you think I am lacking toys? The only thing you can make me fancy is your fighting power!"
