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The tribe's army arrived at the mud swamp at dusk three days later. The terrifying totem members who had wandered in the swamp were quickly revealed that their camp became the stronghold of the tribe.

Jaina hoped that everything she saw was not true. She even prayed that way. But the magnified image in the telescope made her feel so heavy!

"So many," she whispered. The tribe's camp was everywhere, and a large number of trees were cut down and turned into materials used by the other party to build sheds.

Both Bern and Twash looked through the telescope, all of them with serious expressions.

"The catapults are close to hundreds," said Bern. "Garrosh is bound to win this war."

"The fleet of Stormwind City will take at least one or two more days to come," Jaina said gloomy. "We must resist their attack before the Seventh Legion arrives."

"It's interesting that they don't look like they have an offensive intention."

Tewash put down his telescope, "They are waiting for that bomb, it must be."

"Where is Sylvanas?" Gianna asked.

"I heard that she had sent an old man in the city on a transport ship to Stormwind City before, and now she should supervise the fortifications at the gate."

"You go and help her, Bern," Jaina continued, then facing Twash, "You go and contact Ronin, we will use all means to convince him to support us."

...

Garrosh stayed in the chief's marching tent and refused any request for an audience. The tribal generals who came to him were all loyal to the chief, but they did not have much patience. Complaints and questions scattered in the barracks - why did the chief still not order an attack?

"Shut up those guys." Hellscream cut the barbecue on the fire rack with a knife, and said in a low voice. "No one can attack without authorization until I order an attack."

Malkauroke stood in front of him. The Black Stone Orc accepted the order happily. Before he left, he also reported: "The Great Chief, Woking and Bain refused to come to the war. You should warn them a little."

"Have their soldiers arrived?" Garrosh did not show any anger, but instead the barbecue attracted his attention.

“It’s all here, it’s exactly what you want.”

"Where are blood elves? And goblins. What's going on with them?"

Malkauroke touched his chin with three fingers and said, "The Wind Walker has not arrived either. She has sent only three soldiers from the ship. As for the goblins, Gary Vickers can't wait to see you."

"Ha." The knife in Hellscream stabbed into the meat. "I don't want them to come. The lonely and struggling expression on their faces after the war broke out would only upset me. Bain and Woking were wearing pairs of pants, and they only wanted ridiculous peace. As for Aurelia, the woman's sister was in Theramore, and she was an enemy of the tribe. I don't need them to appear, as long as they provide me with the troops they need, it would be enough."

"They know who they are loyal to. Everyone is here, just waiting for your order."

"No." Hellscream waved his hand and rejected him, and Malkaoloke immediately showed a disappointed expression. Garrosh said with a smile: "The time has not come yet."

"But there is information that the Seventh Fleet of Stormwind is approaching here, and Danasus also sent reinforcements. If we drag it down, their support will arrive."

Hellscreamed wildly. "That's better!"

...

When a person feels tired, he always thinks of a way to relax. Sylvanas's method is to stay alone in a secluded place for a while. Theramore is busy preparing for war and there is no quiet place. The tribe may come over at any time. Theramore is responsible for guarding Theramore and has a heavy burden, but she is surprised to be able to convince herself to seek short-term tranquility. Even a sip of fresh air can help her. After the war begins, she can only breathe the smell of gunpowder.

Most of the places in the Silent Swamp are now spies from tribes, but there is one place where there will definitely be no hellscream eyeliner, that is, the nest of the Black Dragon Princess Onyxia. There will still be black dragons here, so no one is willing to step into this place.

After making sure there was no danger around her, Sylvanas found a piece of hay to sit down. She told herself that it only takes a moment, maybe in a few minutes, and within a few minutes she would face a war in her best condition. In these few minutes, she would no longer think about how to deal with the tribe, but rather about why she fought.

The answer to this question will not be because if the tribe takes Theramore, thousands of people will be massacred. It is about herself and her secret.

Sylvanas never thought he would be attracted by short-lived races, and her sister, who were all in love with humans.

To be precise, they fell in love with the same person, a smart and brave human being. But they lost him at the same time. Nathanos Maris sacrificed himself in a battle that determined the life and death of Quelthalas, which saved the children of the Wind Walker family. Sylvanas was very regretful many times. The war had nothing to do with him, and all he wanted to protect was his beloved. He did it, but it was expensive. And the price continued until after his resurrection.

At Maris Farm, when he faced Aurelia, Sylvanas did not dare to think about how desperate Nathanos was. Even if he did not sleep forever in the end, Sylvanas was worried that he would be swallowed by the dark abyss of pain and hatred.

Because of this incident, the conflict between her and Aurelia was completely unable to be resolved. Her sister's series of behaviors made anger and frustration like a cloak, wrapping her tightly. She left Quel'thalas and chose to stand opposite to Cindore. Over the years, she had already suppressed her anger to the limit. Sometimes she even hated herself. If she had had more contact with Nathanos, perhaps the human companion would be her.

When she learned that Nathanos was still there, she could have gone to look for him, and forced him to face him, asking him to explain whether he regretted choosing Aurelia. However, he did not do so. She loved him deeply. Even if the hope of meeting him one day became increasingly slim, she still held a trace of fantasy.

The heat of the Black Dragon Nest at this moment made the female elf feel a little chilling on her back, and even a little tingling on her skin. Then, her smell smelled that was not a slush swamp. A sudden thought occupied all her thoughts - Nathanos is here, she sensed him, right behind her.

"My eyeliner tells me that you are here." A rough and dry voice came from behind her.

It sounded very strange, but it made Sylvanas's heart pound. She turned around.

When he took off his hood, the female elf knew what things were different. Nathanos had no trace of his life at all, which was far from what she had seen last time on Mount Hygar. Sylvanas understood in pain that it was not only death that changed him. His lost arms, scars on his face, and thin body were all the works of fighting and time.

"Nathanos." Sylvanas took a deep breath. How long has it been since they met? "You...I..."

Nathanos was more like a diplomat than her verbal slogan, and he didn't look surprised at this meeting. "I'm glad you look good and see you again."

What disturbed Sylvanas was that she couldn't read anything from Nathanos' scarlet eyes. "I'm the same, I have a lot to say to you, but you..." She choked, "You don't look good."

The wither looked at his loose empty sleeves as if he was looking at a toy and said, "It's no big deal. At most, you can't shoot arrows anymore."

"I heard you already have your own strength." She said with a smile. "Congratulations."

"The Forgotten are orphans cursed by death," Nathanos replied, "We struggle with difficulty in the world of the living."

The smile faded and turned into a gloom. "No." Sylvanas shook his head, "Not everyone will reject you." She stepped forward and approached Nathanos, "I firmly believe you are still you, you have always been you."

"Thank you, you are the first to say that."

Sylvanas nodded. This was exactly what she was afraid of and made her sad. Apart from a comforting word, she could no longer help Nathanos.

"Why did you suddenly come to see me?" she said so.

A small wrinkle appeared between the withered eyebrows, stirring Sylvanas's mood. "To be honest, I don't know either. The war that was about to break out had nothing to do with me." His voice became a little sharper. "But I can't sit still, my father... and you, and Jaina who once helped me... are all in Theramore."

"Are you here to help us?" Sylvanas said in surprise. Soon she realized her loss of composure and took a deep breath, "Do you have anything you want to tell me?"

They looked at each other for a long time. To Sylvanas's surprise, Nathanos actually sat on the ground, and patted his front position, signaling her to sit down too.

"The only help I can give you is an analysis of the coronavirus situation and a risky way to evacuate."

"Are you talking about evacuating Theramore?" Sylvanas frowned. She wanted to tell Nathanos about what Jaina had said before. The female mage had a somewhat firm attitude and was unwilling to give up her city.

"I know what you are thinking." Nathanos looked at her. "If you leave Theramore, the bomb in Garrosh's hand will be used in other alliance cities."

"You know everything?" Sylvanas was shocked.

The Withered chuckled, "I know every move of the tribe." He continued, "Hellscream concealed other tribe members and wanted to use this despicable means to destroy the enemy in front of him. But this is also his weakness. Thrall led the tribe for nearly twenty years. Even if he left the tribe, his reputation was still higher than Garrosh. At this time, the orc did not completely settle the position of the chief."

Sylvanas nodded, "Indeed, I heard that the Taurus Chief Kane had challenged his status."

"All the current leaders of the tribe, except Gary Vix, were more or less influenced by Thrall. Their concept of longing for peace cannot be changed for the time being, or to put it bluntly, it cannot be changed. Therefore, Hellscream and they will not be the same person from beginning to end. The Great Chief wants to provoke a war. As followers of the tribe, other members have the obligation to follow the Great Chief, but compared to the Great Chief's will, it is more important to distinguish right from wrong. What is wrong and what is right is related to glory. People who slaughter a city with a bomb will win, but they will inevitably be questioned by other members of the tribe."

Sylvanas's expression was unrest, just listening quietly. "But Hellscream doesn't care about the opinions of the rest of the tribe."

"He cares." Nathanos retorted, "of course he cares, otherwise he would not hide his intentions. The current blog pattern is that many people still praise Thrall's leadership. Hellscream wants to do is to destroy Thrall's influence in the tribe. He will use war to inspire his followers and use victory to ban everything Thrall has done. Capturing Theramore is only the first step, and when he gets enough support, he will no longer need other members of the tribe."

"You mean he will abandon his tribe's allies?"

"Who would be willing to keep the unhappy guys by his side? Kane Bloodhoof, and Woking, are the best examples. Even Thrall is probably not favored by Hellscream now. For a long time, they have almost resembled a guardian identity. Garrosh would not tolerate the existence of a puppet master who manipulated him. What he wanted was to temper the tribe into a sword, and he was the master of the sword."

"He has proved what you said with practical actions." Sylvanas said angrily. "In just a few months, he destroyed the alliance and the peace of the tribe that Jaina and Thrall had finally established."

"His face is not Thal's green face." Nathanos joked, "Don't expect him to wake up one day? As long as someone in the tribe still has some inexplicable love for the shaman who longs for peace, he will not stop. Unfortunately, Theramore is the first victim!"

Sylvanas nodded slowly; her pain was revealed in her movements.

"The first step of the goal is often full of fighting spirit," Nathanos reminded, "I want to remind you that even if the bomb does not achieve the expected effect of Hellscream, he will win at all costs."

"We will also resist to the death."

"It's meaningless." Nathanos's words surprised Sylvanas. "Theramore will surely fall. What you should think about now is how to minimize the losses."

"This is not something I know Nathanos can say." The female elf smiled bitterly, "The Nathanos I know will only find a way to fight back the enemy and win."

"How do you know that retreat is not a victory?"

In a trance, Sylvanas seemed to have once again seen the human being who could accurately predict anything many years ago. That confidence made the hope in the female elf's heart magnify infinitely.
Chapter completed!