Chapter 3 - Deployment
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"The chief looked down upon us." Aurelia first bowed slightly, and then asked, "Sindorei thought we had somewhere else to use, I wonder what Xindorai could do for the tribe?"
In a blink of an eye, Aurelia seemed to see a smug expression flashing on Garrosh's brown face. But then he returned to normal and said to the Regent: "Quelthalas has been joining the tribe for more than ten years. You have not experienced any wars over the years. It's time for me to see the power of the blood elves."
"You're right, Chief." Aurelia's heart tightened, holding back her tone without showing disgust. She could feel her heartbeat was accelerating, prompting her to rush towards Garrosh, and pinched the neck of the guy who was determined to drag the blood elves into the abyss of war. "However, there is no alliance power in the north of the Eastern Kingdom, how should we show our strength?"
"Our enemies are not only alliances, but all the guys who are enemies of the tribe are our enemies." Garrosh said bluntly, "There are many such people in the Eastern Kingdom."
"Please give me some advice, Chief."
"The Blood Crusaders occupied a large swath of Lordaeron's territory, and that group of fanatics should not continue to exist. There is also the human kingdom of Gilnis in the south, smash their walls for me." He glanced at Aurelia. If there was any dissatisfaction on the face of the female elf, he would scold him loudly, and simply did not. "These lands will definitely belong to the tribe, or even the north of the entire eastern kingdom. Of course, I will send a supervisor to help you. Now, return to your territory and prepare for the tribe!"
Bain and Woking looked at the Regent with sympathy, and Hellscream gave her no choice. What is amazing is that Aurelia's tone was still so calm: "Abide by the order."
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Nathanos stood on the walls of Shadow Teeth Castle and felt the sea breeze. Merriel behind him was watching the latest information of the Forgotten.
The wind blew past the hood of the Withered One, and the cloak blew behind him, and suddenly he heard the wizard laugh.
"What are you laughing at?" asked Nathanos. The sea breeze was a little bit cold and had a faint salty smell. He did not deliberately avoid it because his body was already incomplete enough and there was no protective means to slow down the decay.
"I'm laughing at this order." Merriel put up the copy in his hand. "What do you think Aurelia will do?"
"Does she have another choice?"
"It's really mean to say such things to my wife's experience."
The mage did not notice that his words attracted the attention of some dark rangers guarding the city walls. However, the Withered One's eyes shocked them.
"Andohal is a transportation hub for the Western Plagueland, or is it the only way to attack Lordaeron."
"The tribe intends to compete with us, what should we do?"
The wither smiled. The sound of the waves slamming the cliff stones seemed to respond to him. "Then let them go first. The Blood Crusader has been dormant for so many years, and it just so happened that someone asked them to show their strength."
"You really plan to do this?" Merriel asked with ulterior motives.
"For the time being, we can also concentrate our efforts to occupy Nanhai Town and Rapids Fortress, and then wait for the outcome of the Battle of Andorhar before deciding whether to attack the entire Silver Song Forest." After Nathanos said that, he walked towards the stairs and disappeared into the darkness like a ghost.
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Romans tore the order that Aurelia brought back to pieces and then gave Aurelia Windrunner a gloomy expression. "How could he do this? This is simply blackmail. Thrall never had such an order when he was in power."
"The chief of the tribe is not now, it is not Sar." Aurelia replied coldly, and then said, "Let's be prepared. In any case, Garrosh made us face no strong enemies in the war. The crusaders were stubborn and self-righteous."
"But the Alliance cannot sit and watch our actions," said Romans. "The King of Stormwind is not a fool."
"Romance's worries make sense, sister." Wenleza was rarely in agreement with the great magician. "In Garrosh's war deployment, our battle against Andorhal was at the forefront. The orc obviously wanted us to be the bait to lure the Seventh Legion so that he could have less resistance in the war in Kalimdor."
Aurelia shook her head, "Do you think I don't know? But what else can I do? In the near future, Garrosh's envoy's commander will come as an eye to monitor us. If we refuse to obey, Garrosh will bring the tribe's men to deal with Quel'thalas.
"Maybe we can find help!"
"Look for help? Who is willing to help us now? No matter whether it is the Taurus, orcs, orgoblins, we cannot have any fantasies about them, because they may not be able to take care of themselves. The orcs and the Taurus have always had good friends, but few people dare to resist the chief for this. And the trolls themselves are already in the storm."
Romans looked down at the fragments under his feet, and the contents of the commands lingered in his mind: at least he would conquer Andorhar and its surrounding areas.
The blood elves never had the idea of expanding to the outside world, and all military forces were used to defend their homeland and territory.
"No matter what, the fact that Sindore attacked Andorhal cannot be changed, and we have no choice. Why not think of countermeasures and how to minimize the sacrifices of this war."
"The smallest measure is to reject this conflict."
Aurelia closed her eyes and refused to look at Romans' begging eyes. She could not blame the great magician. Her mood was the same as him, but Aurelia could not give up at this moment. Orgrimmar and her party had already decided that Garrosh would lead the tribe astray, and one day the orc would destroy the tribe. At present, there were still many people in the tribe who did not see this clearly, and they were still following the son of Hellscream. Aurelia could not stand up and openly resist him, otherwise Xindore would be attacked by the tribe.
"Wenressa, tell me."
Chapter completed!