Jaina, who was born three years before the Dark Portal, is now almost thirty years old.
But Gianna is naturally beautiful and is still a rare beauty.
Especially the noble temperament of being a queen, the natural charm after practicing magic, and the charming charm in every smile and every frown.
When he learned that Jaina asked for an audience, Varian didn't pay much attention at first.
But as soon as he saw Jaina approaching, Varian's eyes were immediately attracted by her graceful figure.
Jaina did not take this Varian seriously, she was just being polite and said expressionlessly:
"The Scourge is raging and Azeroth is in danger. The Alliance should fulfill its responsibilities and ask His Majesty the King to send troops to destroy the evil Scourge."
"Easy to say, easy to say."
Varian never left Jaina's eyes, and with a stroke of his pen, he signed the royal order, and the Kingdom of Stormwind mobilized a hundred thousand troops to expedition to Northrend.
In fact, Varian's order was just a formality.
Jaina is the leader of the Dove of Peace. The Dove of Peace has completely controlled the Kingdom of Stormwind, and King Varian is just a decoration.
After waiting for three days in Stormwind City, Jaina finally arrived with the Stormwind Kingdom army.
At the port of Stormwind City, Jaina turned pale with anger when she saw the army summoned by the Dove of Peace.
Varian issued an order to mobilize an army of 100,000 men, but less than 2,000 troops were raised.
Looking at these soldiers, the youngest was only five years old, eating his fingers in confusion, while the oldest was over ninety years old, his eyes were dim, and he had no idea what was going on.
Old ones, young ones, and only a few hundred young adults. Most of them are disabled and dressed in rags. They are like a group of beggars. They all have sallow faces and thin bodies, and can even be blown down by a gust of wind.
A team of two thousand people could not find a single qualified soldier.
"This is the soldier you found for me."
The angry Jaina raised her hand, and invisible magic lifted up the officials of the Dove of Peace.
This official of the Dove of Peace is already old, his beard and hair are all white, and his body is very weak. He was tortured by Jaina and almost died.
"Queen Jaina, calm down." The official said while coughing: "We have tried our best, but the Kingdom of Stormwind really can't find any soldiers."
Jaina said coldly: "You told me that we don't have any soldiers? The Kingdom of Stormwind has a population of several million, and Stormwind City alone has a population of 200,000. I don't need an army of 100,000, I only need 5,000 elite soldiers."
The old official was filled with indignation and said with a look of resentment:
"Humans are so cunning. They conspired to destroy Azeroth. In the past few years, Stormwind City had a population of more than 200,000. After just a few Northern Expeditions, they were able to escape and take refuge. Although they still claim to be 200,000, in fact
The population is already less than 20,000."
"Twenty thousand?"
Jaina was shocked. The once glorious and magnificent Stormwind City, the political and economic center of the Eastern Kingdom, had fallen to this level in just a few years!
Varian is worthy of being the greatest king in human history, and his achievements are unparalleled.
Jaina still refused to give up: "Why not gather farmers outside Stormwind City?"
The official said angrily:
"Humans are so abominable. We just took away their property and food, but they dared to risk beheading to resist. Now Elwynn Forest is full of bandits and thieves, and Stormwind City has lost control of its surroundings.
Well, even the guards in Stormwind City dare not step out of the city gate."
Jaina was helpless, it seemed that the Kingdom of Stormwind was on the verge of collapse.
The two thousand troops were far lower than expected, but she had no choice. Jaina had no choice but to mobilize ships and send the two thousand Alliance soldiers to Northrend first.
It doesn't matter if the combat effectiveness is low, it's just cannon fodder anyway.
In order to show her sincerity, two thousand soldiers were far from enough. Jaina's bottom line was five thousand soldiers, so that she could get through. The rest could only be supplemented from Theramore.
Theramore's total population exceeds 20,000, and those who can venture to such a harsh place are almost all young and middle-aged, with very few old, weak, sick and disabled. It is not difficult to select 3,000 soldiers from them.
Unfortunately, Theramore's population is complex. Most of them are wanted criminals from various kingdoms, deserters, notorious adventurers, criminals, etc., a group of typical veterans.
When they heard that Jaina was going to recruit soldiers to conquer the Scourge, the residents of Theramore cheered enthusiastically, and everyone expressed their willingness to fight for Queen Jaina.
Jaina suddenly felt a little carried away. She didn't expect that she had such great charm.
After selecting three thousand soldiers, Jaina prepared twenty ships, a large amount of food and fresh water.
Early the next morning, before dawn, bad news came. All twenty ships were leaking and needed to be overhauled. It was unknown who was responsible.
Jaina was angry and planned to spend precious casting materials to directly open the portal to Northrend.
Just as the preparation of the portal was completed, something happened that made Jaina furious. Three thousand soldiers fell down together, all falling ill.
Jaina personally went to the barracks to check and found out that she was not pretending to be sick, but actually fell ill.
In order to avoid entering Northrend and dying, these veterans tried their best to make themselves sick.
In front of Jaina, the veterans cried bitterly and cried miserably:
"Queen Jaina, we are very willing to fight for Azeroth and eliminate the evil Scourge. Unfortunately, God does not fulfill our wishes. If I were not bedridden, I would have to crawl to Northrend."
Jaina had a black line, completely defeated, and had no choice but to do anything to this group of veterans.
With no other option left, Jaina ordered the Dove of Peace to select 3,000 people from the candidates for the Silver Northern Expedition, barely raising enough 5,000 soldiers, and marched to Northrend in a mighty manner.
Blocked by the Scourge Gate and unable to enter Icecrown Citadel from land, Jaina found Ronin and used Dalaran to transport the five thousand soldiers to the Black Cathedral.
The Dark Cathedral, where it is said that Tirion Fordring defeated the Lich King, Jaina met Sylvanas.
Sylvaras did not bring many soldiers, only less than a hundred Royal Terror Guards.
In order to raise soldiers, Jaina traveled around and worked hard.
It was agreed that the Alliance and the Horde would join forces to attack the Scourge. Seeing that Sylvanas had brought this few people, Jaina showed displeasure and protested:
"Sylvanas, why don't you see the Forsaken soldiers?"
Sylvanas smiled, pointed at Jaina's team and said, "When all your soldiers are killed, my soldiers will come."
Jaina frowned fiercely and scolded: "Dark Banshee, is this your plan? I won't let you get your wish."
Sylvanas just smiled lightly: "Little girl, don't get angry yet, everything can be discussed."
The two women walked into the Dark Cathedral. No one knew how they negotiated. The result was that Jaina agreed to mix the plague in the diet of the five thousand cannon fodder troops.
This is a slow-onset plague, and when they are killed, the forgotten ones are resurrected in multiples.
The Alliance and the Horde once again worked together, and under the leadership of Jaina and Sylvanas, they first launched an attack on the Saron Mine.