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"What's your countermeasure?"

"First, that bomb must be detonated in Theramore; second, make sure everyone survives."

The female elf blinked and was confused by Nathanos's contradictory statement.

"I've heard from my eyeliner that Jaina is seeking Kenreto's help."

"Yes, she hopes to gather the power of many mages to guard Theramore." The female elf nodded.

"Do you know why Dalaran became a floating city?"

"I heard from Jaina that it was Kenreto's congressmen who used the power of Dalaran's Eye. Why did they suddenly say this?"

The wither took out the magic circle drawings that had been prepared and handed them to Sylvanas, "They can make a city fly, and they naturally have the ability to transfer a city to another place in an instant."

Sylvanas took a cold breath in disbelief, his hands holding the drawings even trembled. "Is this... your method?"

"There is no better way to do that. Tell Jaina that if you don't want blood to flow, you'd better accept reality."

General Ranger felt that he could not understand Nathanos's thoughts. It sounded too exaggerated and was simply a fantasy. What should I do if I failed? Can it succeed? Sylvanas didn't say these two questions. She thought Nathanos should have expected that she would ask this and had prepared the answer to convince her, so she just wondered: "Where will the Theramore be teleported to."

A trace of shame flashed in his eyes. Is it an illusion? Sylvanas finally read something from the subtle expression on the withered face, but she couldn't continue to explore.

“A safe place.”

"This answer can't help me convince Jaina."

"She won't hesitate if she tells her that doing so will minimize sacrifice." After that, Nathanos stood up. Sylvanas's movements were a step faster than him, so the two returned to the subtle atmosphere when they first met face to face.

"Maybe...the chances of winning are greater if you try your best to resist."

Nathanos's eyes lit up, like a fleeting anger, and soon returned to peace. "If you want Theramore to be the second Lordaeron, you might as well give it a try." This sentence surprised and touched the pain in Nathanos's heart, but he covered this up well in front of Sylvanas. "It is inevitable that Theramore disappears on the Kalimdo map. The fundamental point cannot be changed. But this battle must be made a stone and pressed on Hellscream."

Sylvanas was shocked, "Let him carry a stone by himself."

"And it can only hit his own feet," Nathanos resumed. "Whether Hellscream cares whether he will become a lonely man, he will definitely follow the old path of the Lich King. Theramore is.asxs..."

"But the Alliance's Seventh Fleet is heading towards Theramore, and if you do what you say, they shouldn't have arrived here."

"Do you know why Hellscream doesn't attack Theramore right away?"

"It's obvious that he's waiting for everyone to gather. Then he uses that bomb to wipe out everyone in one fell swoop."

Nathanos was very pleased and surprised that the female elf could see through the conspiracy.

"Theramore is extremely important to the league," Sylvanas continued, "even if it is dangerous, Varian will not stand by."

"What if the Seventh Fleet was not here to support you, but went straight to Orgrimmar?"

The female elf's eyes flashed, and she looked at Nathanos curiously. For a moment, she felt that all the problems were solved. Hellscream was worried that Orgrimmar's safety would only end the battle of Theramore sooner, so he would use the bomb weapon in advance... The key is how Theramore made a decision at the moment the bomb fell.

"That's all I'm going to say. I think...it's time to say goodbye."

"Please wait." In a hurry, Sylvanas grabbed Nathanos's hand. The two were shocked at the same time.

"What to do?" he asked.

For a moment, the female elf didn't know how to answer. She had many questions to ask Nathanos, wanted to ask him if he wanted to hate Aurelia, wanted to ask him if he needed her help, and... why did he choose to show up at this time? He could send a messenger like last time. These were all what Sylvanas wanted to know, but she didn't know how to speak. Some of her confusion involved Nathanos' privacy, and some might involve the interests of the forgotten. Sylvanas didn't know what kind of vague relationship she had with him in Nathanos's eyes. She spoke several times but couldn't squeeze out a word.

"When will we meet again? I think after the war is over, many people will thank you." The female elf tried hard to keep her smile, and the next second she disappeared.

"No." Nathanos shook his head, "they will only fear me. Because I don't plan to hide it."

The expression of the withered man watching the female elf changed from a sad and relaxed feeling to amazement.

"Thank you, Sylvanas."

The female elf blinked.

"Thank you for taking care of my father."

...

The setting sun looked red and big, and Garrosh Hellscream lived in a most conspicuous tent. He looked in a good mood. On such a fire, a large piece of zebra's waist was worn on the meat fork and roasted. The squeaking grease dripped down, emitting a mouth-watering fragrance.

"Great Chief." Malkauroke broke in. He had no intention of disturbing Garrosh's interest, but there was indeed something important.

"What's wrong?" Garrosh asked.

"The Taurus and the Trolls are going to see you."

The orc sitting on the cushion picked up a knife, cut off a piece of grilled meat with oil and sent it to his mouth. Then a large glass of strong wine was drunk by him. "Now?" Garrosh said. Malkaolok nodded. Hellscream and said, "Bring them here."

Soon, the pair of taurens and trolls who were about to meet Garrosh came to him. The orcs only knew the taurens, Dezko, the chief of the Morning Chaser tribe, and a sun walker. Another troll Garrosh had never seen him, only knew that he was the agent sent by Woking.

"You..." He pointed to the troll, "What's your name."

"Woras, Chief." The troll's eyes were always covered with blindfolds. He was not panicked in the face of the hellscream's sloppy recklessness. In Garrosh's eyes, he was just as an annoying guy as his leader.

"So, what's the matter with you coming to me?"

The Taurus and the Troll looked at each other, and finally Dezko first spoke, "I speak on behalf of Chief Bain Bloodhoof. Chief Hellscream, your people are waiting for your orders. They are eager to fight. Chief Bain is also very concerned about the situation here. To be honest, the peace here is unsettling. He asked us to come here to tell you with utmost utmost earnestness that you must launch an attack immediately, otherwise the league will have time to prepare their defense!"

"And Woking, that's what Woking wants to say." Wollas nodded.

"Bain and Woking didn't come in person to make me think they like the league very much." Garrosh said in a long voice. His dark little eyes were sharp and alert, completely different from his lazy posture.

"The loyalty of the Taurus has been in the tribe," Dezko said. "You know this, no doubt."

Garrosh glanced at Worras, and the trolls seemed to be thinking the same as the Taurus.

"Since your respective tribes are loyal to the tribe, you should learn to obey your great chiefs." Garrosh replied. "I am tired of your constant doubts about me. Tell me what to do and what not to do. If you are unwilling to be obedient, you can tell me honestly." His happy and relaxed posture disappeared, and the tip of the knife in his hand kept frosting between the Taurus and the troll.

"We are not questioning," Dezko said carefully, fearing that the knife would pierce him. "We are just saying the advice of our respective leaders. Please believe that their original intention is to avoid unnecessary bleeding. The sooner the battle ends, the less losses the tribe will be."

"The Taurus and the Trolls have always been friends with orcs." Voras took the topic and continued. "My eyes were blind when Northrend faced the Scourge. Dezko lost his children in the naval battle with the Alliance. Many trolls and the Taurus also sacrificed their lives for the cause of the tribe. I am not craving your reward, but just want to say that you are the chief of the tribe, but not the chief of the orcs." His eyes moved to Malkauroke standing beside Garrosh. He was holding his arms in front of his thick gray chest, staring at the Taurus and the trolls fiercely. "You lead all of us and need our strength, but we don't understand why you seem to just listen to the orcs, especially this dark-skinned guy."

Malkarok roared and took a step forward. Garrosh raised his hand, and the orc stopped halfway. He stood up with a smile, "Since that's the case, then go back and tell Woking and Bain, I heard their advice." He stared at Voras, then turned to Malkarok and ordered in a louder voice: "Go and tell the blood elves that are coming, so that they are not allowed to approach Theramore. No tribal ships are allowed to appear on the sea. Let the blood elves land in Ratchet City and come over from land."

Malkaurock grinned and stared at the Tauren and the Troll sarcastically.

"What?" Wollas shouted in disbelief.

"You are going to give up attacking Theramo from the sea." Dezko said with shock.

"Yes." Garrosh said, "I don't plan to do that, and even let the blood elves walk here, which would 'waste' several days." He stood up, walked to Dezko, and asked in a warning tone, "Now you have heard it all, Taurus. This is my order. Do you have any objections?"

Time seemed to suddenly become particularly long, the atmosphere was tense and silent. Everyone was motionless.

"You are the chief of the tribe." After a long time, Wolas said. "You have the right to decide."

Before Garrosh could continue to mock them, the Taurus and the Troll walked towards their camp in disappointment, and the harsh laughter of orcs came from behind.

...

Theramore's atmosphere is now firm and gloomy. The city's militarization characteristics are not obvious, but now it has been placed on the surface. The hotel is no longer a place to sit by the fire to drink and discuss, but rather a tent for storage of resources, piled with grain, bacon and barrels of fresh water.

When he heard that the tribe had not yet attacked and the Seventh Fleet was coming quickly, Jaina's hope was magnified several times.

"There are sixteen warships in total, not only the best sailors in Stormwind City, but also several famous generals." She seemed to relax after hearing Jaina's tone. "Varian also told me that he would send as many people as possible. Our chances of winning have increased a lot."

"We are waiting for reinforcements to arrive, and Garrosh is waiting for them too." Sylvanas's voice broke into the female mage's parliament. Compared to her appearance, she was even more curious about who the woman standing next to Jaina was.

"Who is this?"

"Air Force Admiral Rogers, the captain of the Soyuz ship, the Soochow." Jaina introduced.

Rogers saluted Sylvanas, "I'm glad to know you, General Ranger. We are discussing the current situation, the tribe has been holding its troops, and our reinforcements are about to appear at sea level."

"I have heard people talk about similar situations countless times." Sylvanas's tone was a little cold. She faced Jaina and said, "I'm sorry, at this critical moment, I thought about it for a while and sorted out a lot of things. Do you want to listen, Jaina?"

"Of course, you can't live without your advice." The female mage nodded, and she also wondered why Sylvanas suddenly became conscious.

Sylvanas took a breath, and on the way back she was ready to persuade Jaina.

Tell Jaina that if you don't want blood to flow, it's best to accept reality.

Nathanos's words echoed in the mind of the female elf. Yes, compared to the victory of the war, Jaina hoped that more people would survive. She did not like war, she only wanted to protect the people of Theramore.

"I think...we should treat this war again." Sylvanas's eyes swept across everyone in the meeting one by one. The curiosity in everyone's eyes made her confident to continue talking.

...

Most of the military power in Stormwind was taken away, and the patrol soldiers in the city seemed too loose because everyone's attention was on Kalimdo.

It was already late at night, and there were almost no one else here, so Nathanos could kneel on one knee in front of a tombstone, and a beautiful little white flower in his hand swayed in the wind. Only a little starlight shone on him, and in the dim light, the hand that was completely free of flesh and blood was revealed.

The tombstone is engraved with a beautiful name - Tyroya.

After a long time, a slight sound of footsteps finally came. The visitor looked around and confirmed that there was no one else to walk behind him.

"He got it. I saw his expression and your brother was shocked."
Chapter completed!