The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"Queen, what should we do next?"

"My champion - Nathanos Blightcaller, the night elves are not going to take back their world tree?"

Without a direct response, Sylvanas stood on the edge of the cliff.

Facing the wind, with their backs to her, were the "Warriors of the Dark Queen" and the Great Chief's Advisory Council.

The Windrunner who looked at the Dark Queen moving with the wind... The Dark Queen's cloak...

Facing the "holy light" and sunlight coming from afar, Nathanos' blood-red eyes flashed.

"Great Chief, as far as we know."

Under the warm sunlight, Varok said, "The night elves didn't make any moves."

"Perhaps Malfurion and Tyrande are preparing to deal with the threat of the Old Gods."

"Good idea, but Teldrassil..."

Turning around, Sylvanas said: "It is their home."

“It only takes some time for the feeling of losing your home to develop.”

Raising her hand and clenching her fist, Sylvanas said, "It will be enough to cause a drastic change within them."

"Besides, I was the one who started this war."

"Warriors of the tribe, hatred can only be smoothed over with time if it is strong enough."

Thinking of someone a few days ago, she continued: "Even the illusion of the ancient god has that kind of..."

After a pause, she said, "That victory was inevitable."

“But we also learned a lot from it.”

“No matter when or where, there is only unity.”

Reaching out her hand and touching the sun, Sylvanas said, "Unity will bring our tribe a glorious victory."

“Otherwise, we will allow internal conflicts to continue to brew.”

"In the end, the tribe will be left with nothing but pain."

"Over the years, the Alliance has grown stronger, but our tribe has continued to weaken."

Turning around, Sylvanas looked at the silent blood elves.

There were other tribe members who also remained silent.

They were obviously her advisory group, but recently...

Recently, there has been an undercurrent.

In her eyes, the tribe seemed to have returned to its previous state of survival in the cracks.

"Although some of these reasons are what we consider to be 'self-inflicted'."

"But good and bad go hand in hand."

At this moment, Nathanos bent down.

“Honor is the tribal tradition, the best preserved and most widespread tradition.”

“And in these trying times, I think we all know that.”

"Neither the Alliance nor the Ancient Gods will let us go easily."

As Nathanos bowed and made way, Sylvanas walked toward the blood elves.

"Lor'themar Theron, what did you discover during your investigation that day?"

"Although N'Zoth is the only ancient god alive today, the power he displayed that day has surpassed..."

Seeing Lor'themar bow, Sylvanas stopped and said, "I have been reviewing this over and over again these days."

"But there is a doubt lingering in my heart, keeping me awake all night."

At this time, Lor'themar looked up and said, "Great Warchief."

"We have always known one thing since more than ten years ago."

"The Ancient Gods never fight alone. Their whispers and power are the 'force' that scares us the most."

As Sylvanas inspected the scene, other people looked at her with different expressions.

Lor'themar stated his views clearly and without arrogance.

"Now, combined with many things in the past, and what I investigated that day."

After looking at everyone, Lor'themar said, "I can tell you one thing."

"The sea is N'Zoth's prison."

"Likewise, the sea is N'Zoth's paradise."

"The 'hatred' between us and the Alliance continues to this day. The ancient gods and the forces we know about have put in a lot of effort."

After saying this, Lor'themar changed the subject: "If the night elves do not intend to retake Teldrassil in these days."

"Then we must first defend our territory."

"To know the Shadow Void and the unknown fate it brings, we have no choice but to hold our ground."

"According to the changing situation, we will deal a heavy blow to the tribe's enemies."

Looking at the map of Azeroth shown by Rommath beside him, Lor'themar pointed to a place.

"However, it is premature to consider these unknown threats."

"Right now, our tribe is in deep crisis... just as the Great Chief said."

"With the brewing of time, unexpected changes will occur."

"Now, the Alliance must give an answer to the Alliance's war 'castaways'."

As he swiftly waved his hand downward, Lor'themar's green right eye flashed.

The restless brilliance makes people who are familiar with him...

Lor'themar Theron is still too concerned about the short-term crisis of the Horde...

He cared too much about the safety of Quel'Thalas and his not-so-numerous compatriots.

"I don't think retaking Teldrassil will satisfy the Fallen."

"Because the 'fallen ones' are not only the fallen ones, but also the driving forces behind the scenes."

"There is only chaos, enough chaos."

"That's what they want, what they desire most."

Looking at the two places Rommath marked, Lor'themar said, "Undercity and Quel'Thalas."

"They will help the alliance choose one, but it's not just about taking cities."

"Zovaar, the warden of the Shadow Realm, everyone already knows him through the Great Chief's retelling."

“Therefore, creating wars causes more pain to the participants.”

“The pain associated with war injuries is undoubtedly what the masterminds like Zovar desire.”

In a low voice, Lor'themar said: "Whether it is a soul, or something else."

"We are all 'rare animals' in their eyes, and 'livestock' they keep in captivity."

Since Sylvanas doesn't want to say it directly, then it will be up to him, Lor'themar Theron, to say it directly.

Normally, in the "plot", he would at most have an action or expression.

But when it comes to Quel'Thalas and the Sin'dorei, he cannot remain indifferent.

It is precisely because of this clear understanding that Lor'themar acted as a "background board" that was not a background board.

"Because of the endless hatred that cannot be cut off."

"Most of the time, our tribe cannot fully trust the Alliance 100%."

"Similarly, the Alliance cannot fully trust the Horde in most cases."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lor'themar bowed to his fellow advisors.

"Therefore, we must defend our territory."

"Well said, Lord Regent."

However, it wasn't Sylvanas who said this.

Nor is it Thalyssra, the Chief Arcanist of Suramar.

But it was a tauren - Baine Bloodhoof.

The fixed impression of Maverick Bane, needless to say, is guaranteed by Zoval of the future timeline.

But isn’t his “sorrow”…

However, we should scold when necessary.

Can some words be said that way?

Don't talk nonsense "in front of the king".

"I think I know why the great chief can't sleep."

"That night, I was about to lead the tribe's warships to reach the Dark Coast first."

Alas, Sylvanas held her forehead in her heart.

She had asked Lor'themar to tell her, so how come an honest tauren suddenly appeared?

Perhaps, she shouldn't have pulled this honest calf over to discuss future plans.

"But the Light Chasers are one step ahead of us."

"After I meet up with Lor'themar and the others, I will face them head-on and destroy our marine weapons."

"We accidentally discovered something under the dark sea."

Alas, Lor'themar, Nathanos and others held their foreheads in their hearts.

I give up, why are they not on the same channel now?

Hamuul... Where's Hamuul Runetotem?

"That vision was no accident... Hamuul..."

Suddenly being pulled by Hamuul, Bane's bull eyes shrank slightly.

But he shouted: "Guys, I really think that's important!"

"As the Warchief has confessed before, we cannot allow..."

Then Hamuul waved his ox's hoof,

Use the power of nature to shut him up...

"We can't let a potential crisis go unnoticed... um..."

"That's a crisis... a huge... crisis!"

As Baine walked away, Rokhan said, "Great Chief, the former Great Chief Vol'jin."

"He, who is now a Loa, has something to see. I thought you might need to talk to him."

"Rokhan, bring Vol'jin here."

Nodding, Sylvanas said, "Now, there is nothing to hide."

"Since he has become... that's all."

"Then I will answer his doubts and everything I know one by one."

……

"Everyone, I still say the same thing."

"Our time has been wasted even more in these numerous meetings!"

"We Kaldorei will definitely bring Teldrassil back into our Kaldorei's arms!"

"But the tribe must pay the price for their heinous invasion!"

In the throne room of Stormwind City, Malfurion stood with his back to the three Kaldorei and raised his winged arms high.

He was shouting at Anduin on the throne and the representatives of the allies around the throne.

His tone was full of anger and determination.

It seems that today's meeting is not arranged and planned according to his instructions.

So, not only did he not hold this useless meeting,

He also wants to lead his troops to destroy Teldrassil's tribe directly!

His behavior not only made Anduin and the others feel very embarrassed,

It also refreshed the fixed impression of him held by the three Kaldorei behind him.

"Quel'Thalas and Undercity, choose one."

"Just as you discussed before, the mastermind behind this is what they expected."

"The chaotic evil they love!"

"Let's pick one to fight!!"

Tyrande was very worried about the "natural" rage in Malfurion's heart.

These days, her husband's fury was like the druid she had encountered more than ten years ago.

When the Burning Legion invaded, the druids were immersed in the dream for too long and their bodies were devoured by the savagery of nature.

Although it can be restored by the spirit and soul in the Emerald Dream regaining control of the body,

But the wrath of nature...

Perhaps, this is the drawback of "believing" in nature.

Just as Tyrande Whisperwind believes in the moon goddess Elune, in her eyes, Malfurion believes in nature.

"Malfurion, this is exactly what the mastermind behind this is trying to do."

"But we must never underestimate these hidden enemies."

In a persuasive tone, Gene said, "Because we were a little careless."