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I never thought about what would happen when I embark on Northrend's journey. My Forsaken people also had different ideas, some were excited, some were fearful, except me. I only had confusion about the unknown. I had never been to Northrend, I only knew that it was a snowy place. I also asked my followers, who had been to Northrend? The answers I got were strange. Some of them said it was a wild land, some said it was covered with ice and snow all year round, and some claimed that it was actually as full of vitality as the Arachi Heights...

No one can tell me the exact answer. Sometimes I wonder if I had followed Arthas to Northrend, would things change later? I had such fantasies.

Three months ago, the Lich King woke up, and Arthas did two terrible things to announce his return to the world. The first was to send troops to attack Orgrim and Stormwind, and the second was to let the Black Fortress kill the Crusaders. Although his conspiracy was defeated, I doubt that this was in his plan. He had been dormant for so many years. How strong is the Scourge's strength?

Every time the alliance and tribe encounter a new crisis, I will lead my people to open up new territory, but this time it is different, I tell them:

The time has come!

Three ships full of soldiers are approaching Northrend as vanguards. I can already feel the cold wind blowing from that continent...

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Three months ago, after the natural disaster invasion of Orgrimmar was over.

Ux Bloodspeaker was wandering in the city. He recalled whether there was anything wrong with his little move that spread rumors on the eve of the invasion. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that there was no. Starting from Ratchet City, the rumors slowly spread to Orgrimmar. The rumors spread very successfully: there was a problem with the ship transporting grain in Treasure Bay.

A few days ago, a souvenir from the Forgotten Supreme Leader came, and he warned the person in charge of Orgrim Intelligence:

The plague is coming again!

There are only five words, but Ux already knows what the Withered One wants to express. The initiator of this matter must be a former prince of the Alliance. A guy who is extremely scammered, extremely weak, and extremely stupid, who doesn't know that he has been manipulated into the evil path. Now, this guy is about to rain heavily on Azeroth.

The master's words are definitely not wrong, but the question is how to tell the chief about this news?

Ux is very smart, that is, he uses his mouth to force the chief to take action.

And his method seemed to have an unexpected effect. There was a man who was more anxious than Dulongtan's son.

Garrosh Hellscream, a son of a hero. He has just joined the tribe. Ux originally thought that his impatience was a desire for fame and fortune, and he wanted to improve his status through great military achievements. However, what the Bloodspeaker did not expect was that he actually challenged Thrall directly - a duel.

The reason for the duel is very simple. Thrall didn't want to take action at all for the content of the rumors. He just wanted to reconnaise first; he wanted to discuss countermeasures with a woman in the alliance. Garrosh could not understand and could not tolerate it. When he felt that the war should be launched, Thrall was convening a meeting. His hesitation was not as good as a chief.

In the end, the duel was in vain. When the two attacked each other in the arena, the invasion of the Scourge Corps happened to come...

In order to protect Orgrimmar, Garrosh raised his battle axe again and again and again and again, cutting it down again and again.

Then, the threat seemed to be lifted. The enemy retreated. The last man infected by the plague was also dealt with. But Garrosh knew that things were not really over. It was far from over. The only way to fight such a shameless enemy was a ruthless, cruel war. He was extremely eager to fight. He would lead the army to justice for the tribe. The only thing he needed was Thrall's orders.

After seeing his home invasion, Thrall finally compromised and declared war on the Lich King.

Ux was not surprised that Garrosh was elected as commander of the Expeditionary Force. But at first he was a little worried, would the reckless Marghan ask all the tribe members to go to the battlefield? Later facts proved that he was overthinking. Not only did Garrosh not only did not recruit loyal tribal partners such as Taurus and Trolls, he did not even intend to bring Orgrimmar's orcs. His soldiers were all from Drano, and Marghan, who were pure blood orcs like him. This army was called the War Song Expeditionary Force.

An extreme racist? Ux's comment on Garrosh made him laugh. It would be better if the spies lurking in Orgrimmar did not need to go to the battlefield, and he was about to inspect the work of those spies to ensure the normal operation of the intelligence network.

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A week after the Scourge invaded Orgrimmar.

Stacks of official documents filled Aurelia's desk. A large number of reports, official documents, documents and lists were stacked in a mess, and she did not organize them. These were all related to the short but cruel war between Queldanus and the Sun Inner, but the Regent's mind was not here now.

In her hand, she held a letter that had not been opened. The seal was covered with a red sign, staring at her like an eye. The neatly folded parchment inside the envelope was neatly and well-decorated.

A few days ago, Orgrimmar had already sent the news from the chief that he would send an envoy to Silver Moon City, claiming that there was something important to tell him - the so-called important thing is the order. Aurelia was thinking about what the order was. The letter did not mention it, but directly mentioned the date and time of the visit.

Today is the day when the messenger arrived as promised. Aurelia was in the foreground of the Tower of Sun Wrath. She was preparing to meet with the other party here, but someone came to visit her in advance. Wenleza walked over and presented a folded dark red plush dress. Aurelia saw the solemn golden eagle above. Originally, it should have been a golden phoenix on it.

"No." She said briefly, raising her eyebrows and rejecting Wenleza.

"You should wear it." General Ranger insisted. "Aren't you going to receive the tribe messengers today? You should use this dress to tell him who is the leader of this kingdom."

"This is meaningless!" Aurelia answered, holding the letter. "This is not deterrent at all. I have no need to put on airs, and even the king, I must recognize Thrall's command. Don't forget that we are also a member of the tribe."

Wenleza lowered her head and took a deep breath.

"You're always rejecting, sister."

They continued to talk, and for a moment they heard the sound of slow footsteps approaching.

Romans was already waiting outside the hall, leaning weakly on his staff, waiting for the summons of the Regent.

"Come in." Aurelia shouted.

He walked in and saw the two Wind Walker sisters flashing a look of contempt on his face. Once, he had the ability to question and challenge Aurelia's choice, reminding her that she was just the Regent, not the King, but now, the two identities are no longer important to Aurelia, and no one can threaten her status anymore, and everything is a foregone conclusion. After Kelthas completely failed, Romans was waiting for Aurelia's judgment on him. He thought he would be thoroughly investigated and condemned to be with the prince, but the female elf did not do this, and could even say that she did nothing. She just released him, neither depriving him of the title of Great Magician nor confiscating his property.

However, this is the way torture him the most.

Similarly, Aurelia has regarded Romans as the thorn behind her for many years, and at this moment, she only has mercy on the mage. As Kelthas's most loyal supporter, Kelthas's final betrayal cost him.

"Is there anything wrong?"

"I heard that the tribe was going to send people here." His voice seemed to be the sound of sand scraping on the walls.

"It's very well-informed, great wizard." Wenleza said, her tone full of mockery.

Romans' eyes were flashing. He did not go to see the Ranger General, but stared at the Regent. "Lothama had been talking to the Bragon Blood Fist gang as you ordered. He found out some news and told me that he said Orgrimmar had been attacked recently."

"That's the orc business." Wenleza continued to speak for her sister. The best result was to let Romans leave quickly, but she was destined to be disappointed.

Romans was about to speak when a guard came in and said first: "Regent, the tribe messenger has arrived."

When Aurelia heard this, she stood up immediately and walked over to Romans to the center of the hall. "Let him come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the great mage suddenly whispered: "It will be Quel'thalas soon, and this is why I came here."

Aurelia was confused and didn't know what he was going to do, but the most important thing now is to welcome the guests.

This is the tallest orc that Fengxing has ever seen in his memory. He has a burly body and sharp eyes. His temples are combed into braids and his face is covered with wrinkles. His heavy armor seems to be going to participate in a war.

The orc stopped when he was only five steps away from Aurelia. "Salute to you, Regent. I am Valok Sarufar, who is on behalf of Thal's will."

Aurelia was a little surprised, and the supreme commander who commanded the Battle of Silitus stood in front of her. The name Sarufal was known to everyone in the tribe.

"I am honored, King Sarufar. I am the Regent of Quel'thalas, Aurelia Windwalker. I wonder what your purpose is to come from afar? What is the will of the chief?"

"Arsace actually dared to attack the heart of the tribe."

The Regent's lips were dry, and a wave of uneasiness swept through his chest like a wave. She knew what would happen next, but she could only grit her teeth and remain silent.

Sarufal continued: "We successfully repelled the attackers, but Arthas's actions had already violated the tribe's bottom line. The chief declared war on him. The tribe was ready for war. And Sindore is now part of the tribe, so... you know what to do, Regent."

These words were so heavy that Aurelia felt as if she was hit by Sarufal with a head-on and without resistance.

The Regent shook his head slowly.

"Thanks to Chief Thal for inviting us to join the Northrend front, but we just experienced a civil war and now we are short of troops and need rest in urgent need of rest."

"This is not a request, Aurelia." Sarufal interrupted her. "You must send troops, this is an order. Don't forget who made Quel'thalas look like he is now, and although the chief is not so concerned about the matter of Silver Moon City, he has also learned about your power. Rangers and mages, and the blood knights you are proud of, these will be the best sources of replenishing the frontline forces."

"We don't have that many people, Your Excellency."

Sarufal was dissatisfied with the perfunctory answer. His eyes narrowed, took a step forward, and warned: "Over the years, the tribe has sent many soldiers to the Yongge Forest to help you guard your land. When the tribe needs the power of Quel'thalas, do you plan to stand by? Sarufal stared at the speechless female elf and continued: "You must send troops to Northrend for support, otherwise the chief would have to consider withdrawing the soldiers stationed here, and I want to remind you that once he does that, it means that Sindore is no longer a member of the tribe."

Despite the efforts of the blood elves, the Scourge Corps is still raging on the mark of death. They cannot lose the assistance of the tribal troops, otherwise many of the recovered homelands will be lost again.

"Send those exhausted troops to Northrend to die, otherwise the Scourge would have to allow the Scourge to invade Quel'thalas again." Romans' voice sounded as Aurelia fell silent. Now the Regent understood the words of the Great Magician.

"How can you do this?" Sarufal heard the anger in Romans's voice. "This is simply blackmailing!" he continued to shout, his knuckles turning white with his clasped staff. "Don't the tribe value glory? Now we are blackmailing us with our land?"

Sarufar looked at him condescendingly for a while.

"Glory?" the orc stared at him without hiding his anger. "Glory is cast in blood, not hiding behind for comfort. Whenever someone in the Orgrimmar Tavern talks about the Scourge's attack on Quelthalas, any orc, tauren, and troll will feel ashamed and clamored that if he was an elf, he would definitely go to Alsace to fight desperately. And those who have truly experienced that disaster now want to escape the war against their enemies."

"We don't want to escape." Wenleza retorted, "And how do you know we didn't resist, didn't fight, we..."

"Failed?" Sarufal glanced at the Ranger General, "So you gave up?"

Deadly silence.

Sarufal waited for their answers and gradually lost his patience. "The second chance will be before you. The choice is with you, the Regent." The orc glanced at Aurelia for the last time and was about to turn around and leave.

"I understand, King Sarufar." Aurelia said suddenly.

The orc looked at her expressionlessly.
Chapter completed!