Sure enough, this world is full of stupid people, Varian felt funny in his heart.
The most important thing now is to return to the Silver Arena as soon as possible. Temporarily joining the Silver Crusade is a good way.
But after all, Varian is a distinguished king and does not have the habit of carrying gold coins with him. After thinking for a moment, he took off a button from his underwear and handed it to the dwarf:
"This is a family heirloom, worth ten gold coins."
The button is made of pure gold, with complicated patterns carved around it, and an emerald is inlaid in the middle. It is so emerald green that it seems to be able to suck people's soul in.
The dwarves are very knowledgeable about gems. When they saw this gem, they took a deep breath. The gem exuded a warm atmosphere. It was obviously a precious magic gem.
The dwarf hurriedly smiled:
"Dear adventurer, please come this way and wait a moment. I'll be back as soon as I can."
The dwarves led Varian into a tent and soon disappeared.
The tent was very simple, with several hammocks and a fire pit in the center. It was as cold as an ice cellar, but being able to stay away from the biting cold wind made Varian temporarily satisfied.
Varian was warming himself in the brazier. He didn't worry about anything. As long as he joined the Silver Crusade and met Fordring, everything would be solved.
Thrall and Fording must also be looking for people.
The dwarf took the button and entered the tent in the center of the camp. It was a tent made of thick mammoth skin. There were more than ten fire pots inside, which was as warm as spring.
On a large mammoth ivory bed, a gorgeously dressed dwarf man was sleeping. This man was extremely fat, almost like a minotaur.
Although he is just a dwarf, he is a distant relative of the great craftsman Mekkatorque. There are more than ten camps nearby and tens of thousands of candidates for the Silver Crusade. Life and death depend on his thoughts.
"Sir, look what this is?" the dwarf hurriedly handed over the button.
After just one glance, the dwarf officer tightened his gaze, revealing a greedy look, and whispered: "The origin of this object is unusual. Do you think that adventurer is a human man?"
The dwarf nodded quickly: "Sir, he is indeed a human noble with fine skin and tender flesh."
The dwarf officer raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said sarcastically: "Turns out he is a big fool."
In order to recruit more manpower, the Silver Crusade constantly promotes Fordring's greatness, that the Crusade is fighting for a just cause, and how evil the Scourge is, that Azeroth is in danger, and everyone has the obligation to save the world, etc.
Many nobles believed this, and joined the Silver Northern Expedition enthusiastically for their own ideals, to save Azeroth, and for the sake of their future and achievements.
Of course, their final fate is to become food for Thrall, Vol'jin, Garrosh and other tribal heroes. It can be said that they died a worthy and valuable death.
These noble children usually directly become officers of the Silver Northern Expedition through connections.
There are also a few rebellious people who adhere to the principle of fairness and justice, feel that they are very capable, and believe that gold will shine wherever they are, so they must start from a small soldier.
The dwarf chief guessed that Varian was a proud and arrogant nobleman who wanted to start as a soldier.
The dwarf chief has always looked down upon those who were deceived by the false propaganda of the Silver Crusade, especially the nobles with prominent status, thinking that they were the best fools in the world.
The dwarf chief was proud and said with a smile:
"Holy Light bless you and send us a big fat sheep. You go and eat with the human noble, try to gain his trust and find out his identity. There are several families among the nobles of Stormwind City that cannot be touched.
We can't bear their anger, so as long as it's not from those families, it doesn't matter, let's see how much oil and water we can explode."
The dwarf smiled happily. He was just an ordinary sentinel, not much better than those candidates who were squeezed. His future and destiny depended on how many gold coins he could get from Varian.
Varian waited until the dwarf returned, but unfortunately the dwarf kept silent about joining the Argent Crusade. He only found food and wine to drink with Varian.
Tired, hungry, and ravenously hungry, Varian couldn't care less when he saw the food and wine.
Thanks to the dwarves' superb drinking skills, Varian soon became drunk. The dwarves took the opportunity to make some excuses, and under the influence of alcohol, Varian revealed his identity.
Upon hearing that he was the king of Stormwind City, the dwarf was frightened out of his wits and hurried to the captain's tent to report the important information.
After hearing this, the dwarf chief was surprised at first, but he soon felt relieved and said with a smile:
"You've been fooled. In my early years, I worked as a quartermaster in Stormwind Fortress. I met King Varian more than once. King Varian is ninety-eight meters tall and can kill a dragon with one punch."
There are countless exaggerated descriptions of King Varian in Azeroth's mainstream media.
Legend has it that King Varian once tore Archimonde to pieces on Mount Hyjal, kicked C'Thun in Silithus, and blasted N'Zoth deep in the ocean.
The Lich King Arthas did not dare to attack Stormwind City because he was protected by Varian. Otherwise, how could he dare to call himself the greatest king in human history.
Although the dwarf had doubts, the dwarf chief had said so, so it must not be too different. He immediately felt deeply ashamed, clenched his fists and said:
"Damn it, I was almost fooled and deceived the Silver Northern Expedition."
The dwarf chief touched his fat chin and said slowly:
"The descendants of human aristocrats are of the most important origin, and they will not lie easily about the glory of their ancestors. From this point of view, this Varian must be a fake aristocrat who wants to mix with the Silver Northern Expedition to cause trouble. Humph, don't blame us for being rude and sending him
Delivered to the candidate recruit barracks."
When he woke up, Varian first felt extremely cold, as if he was sleeping against a piece of ice, and then he felt extremely crowded. This reminded him of the days when he slept huddled together with the horses in the stable.
He struggled to open his eyes, only to see darkness in front of him. It took Varian a while to figure out his situation. He was sleeping in a tent, with one side of his body pressed against the cold tent. The other three sides, including the top, were full of people. Many of them were like sardines.
They were crowded together like cans, unable to move at all.
"What happened?" Varian wanted to make a sound, but unfortunately the turbid gas around him made it impossible for him to breathe.
After finally waiting until dawn, the tent door opened, and the huddled people walked out one after another. Varian seemed to have been reborn, breathing in the fresh air.
Following the flow of people gathered in the center of the camp, Varian saw a broad chair, sitting on a dwarf as fat as a minotaur.
Varian had never seen such a fat dwarf before, and Varian was amazed.
Beside the dwarf, a werewolf shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Candidates of the Silver Crusade, welcome to Northrend. For your ideals and beliefs, and to save Azeroth, you have traveled thousands of miles to come here from the Kingdom of Stormwind, from the Auckland Mountains, and from the Arathi Basin.
Land of ice and snow, I am proud of you.
"In order to join the Argent Crusade gloriously and defeat the evil Scourge, you need to do some simple tasks first. Our brave soldiers of the Argent Crusade need ores to make weapons. Not far from here, there is a Sapphiron evil
Iron mine, warriors, become a glorious miner, this is a small goal for you."