Chapter 464: The Grand Marshal's Staff

"Rhonin?!" An councilor exclaimed. "Rhonin! Has he not caused enough death among us? Five! Five of our talented young Mages of the Morning Star perished because of his dangerous magic. He doesn't even deserve to wear the robe of a mage anymore! He brings danger, not hope!"

"Even a goblin bomb is more reliable than him!" Another councilor agreed.

As we all know, even when a goblin bomb lies quietly pretending to be a pretty boy in an ice cave, it can still explode at any moment.

"Although I believe Duke Marcus can restrain this maverick, putting him together with our Alliance's brightest star...aren't you afraid he will harm the Duke in advance?" a portlier councilor grumbled.

"Yes! We can't trust him!"

"We can't let this criminal run wild!" the first councilor echoed.

From start to finish, only two remained silent, quietly watching the other four councilors argue. They soon noticed the silence of the Speaker and the sixth person.

Suddenly, the lively atmosphere began to cool down.

"Are you done arguing?" Antonidas asked with an air of relaxation. "There are only two choices before us. One, we gather all the strongest mages from Dalaran and Quel'Thalas to slay Taranistrasz. But I must remind you, there are more than one ancient dragons in the Red Dragonflight, many of whom have evaded the control of the orcs. Moreover, for over a thousand years, the Red Dragonflight has played a certain role in the Council of Tirisfal."

The councilors fell silent.

The members of the Council of Tirisfal all come from the Council of Silvermoon and the Council of Kirin Tor. Over the past thousand years, in protecting the world, the Council of Tirisfal and the Guardians of each generation have maintained a very good alliance with the red, blue, green, and bronze dragonflights.

In a sense, the Red Dragonflight is indeed one of us.

"The second is to let Duke Marcus, who is already seeking Alexstrasza for salvation, carry out this perfect plan that solves all problems at once. I understand your concerns about the Duke, but... if he himself is not bothered by Rhonin's issue, why should we worry? Besides, I remember we all owe the Duke a favor."

At this point, the councilors all chuckled dryly.

Yes, they had all received dragon skins or something similar to use as spellcasting materials. Of course, a certain councilor named Krasus had a pretty sour face when he was bribed.

Krasus spoke up, "While Duke Marcus has made a small error in his naming - Rhonin is a Mage of the Morning Star, not a earth mage - this minor detail is not important. What is important is whether we can have better remedies to increase the success rate of this operation?"

Antonidas suddenly smiled, "Hasn't our Vice Marshal of the Alliance always been proposing that in the battle against the Horde, besides honor, we should also give real material rewards to the real heroes?"

Krasus caught on immediately, "It seems that the hero with the most kills in our Alliance still doesn't have a staff."

The old and cunning Speaker chuckled, "I can contribute an epic staff blueprint suitable for both Mages of the Morning Star and the Moonlight rank. In fact, I have a prototype that I am quite proud of."

Krasus continued, "As for bearing the cost, it's a matter for the whole Alliance. We might as well set a high standard, like rewarding this staff to anyone who can kill 1,000 orc warriors."

"Great idea!" the other four councilors unanimously agreed.

And so, the first epic weapon to reward heroic figures in the entire Alliance was born.

When Duke Marcus received the staff the next day, he was a bit dazed and blurted out.

"The Grand Marshal's Staff?!"

Krasus was taken aback. Duke Marcus had immediately called out the name of the staff. The name of this staff was only discussed last night in the Council of Kirin Tor.

Originally, they wanted to call it the Hero's Staff. But they felt that name didn't quite match the status of Duke Marcus, so they decided on "The Grand Marshal's Staff". The reward for the warrior version would be called "The Grand Marshal's Greatblade", which would be forged by the dwarves of Ironforge.

After all, anyone who could kill a thousand orc warriors was definitely not a nameless soldier.

Promotion to a general or something similar was a sure thing.

The councilors didn't feel this was an insult to any country. After all, the meaning was 'any soldier who doesn't want to be a marshal is not a good soldier'.

Who knew that Duke Marcus would call it out on the spot?

Duke Marcus also realized that he had let slip. Fortunately, he had a chance to make amends immediately.

He pointed to the dragon language text on the body of the staff: "This string of dragon language means that, does this staff have another name?"

Krasus was suddenly embarrassed. Compared to the elf magic that humans worship, Krasus instinctively believes that as an ancient race, dragon magic is the most original and orthodox. In order to make it more high-end, Krasus added a string of dragon language to the staff just before delivery.

He thought no one would understand, who knew that Duke Marcus would call it out.

Krasus was surprised and pleased, "Duke Marcus, you understand dragon language?"

"A little! A little!"

In fact, Duke Marcus didn't understand it at all! The system only translated two words for him. The truth is that the unique design of the staff triggered the memories of a veteran player.

The whole staff is predominantly white.

The head of the staff is a chess-style horse head, with a pair of wings soaring on the left and right of the horse head. Under the head of the staff, there is a mysterious arcane power lingering, letting the four white, mithril-crafted, almost shield-shaped floating ornaments rotate clockwise around the staff.

Below is an Alliance-style ribbon, then a brown handle, and a semi-transparent, rhombus-shaped blue magic crystal forming the tail of the staff.

Back in the day, before Duke Marcus crossed over into the game, he had to grind for countless days and nights on the battlefield to get this flashy staff!

Suddenly getting this staff now, Duke Marcus felt an uncontrollable excitement.

Full of memories!

My years!

My youth!

Ah, it reminds me of the days when I got the staff back then, running towards the sunset in the wilderness... chasing and killing the Horde.

Killing! Or being killed!

Honorable kills, or being honorably killed!

I remember a silly vice president named Two Blades, who was flirting in the game at three in the morning. He was so bad at fighting that he got killed by the Horde, and then the guild mobilized 400 people to log in to fight the Horde. Those were crazy days.

I remember...

Cough, cough! I've digressed.

People tend to reminisce about the past once they cross over.

At this point, Krasus asked, "Do you have any special intelligence about the capture of the Red Dragon Queen?"