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The messenger who delivered the message was a human. Aurelia thought that if he had not been wearing the silver robe of the Northern Expedition Army, he might have been arrested and questioned. But even so, humans were still unpopular in Quel'thalas.

"Regent, General Ranger, I'm honored to see you! I'm so sorry to bother you like this, but this fact is so important."

"Welcome to Silver Moon City, a friend of the Northern Expedition Army." Aurelia looked at the letter in the messenger's hand. "Can you tell me in detail what news you brought?"

"I think you should know Stephen Maris."

The Regent nodded, "The last time I met him, he was still a child." Aurelia remembered Nathanos's brother who was inspiring to be a knight. It seemed that he had realized his dream, and Aurelia was happy for him.

"Just remember." The messenger presented the letter with both hands, and a slender package. Aurelia initially thought it was the messenger's belonging. "He said you'll understand after seeing this."

"What else did he say?"

The messenger shook his head, meaning that all the answers are in letters and things.

"Leaderine." The Regent called the Earl's Lady again, and she was outside the door.

"Please give me the order, the Regent."

"Send someone to send a messenger to leave safely."

Only Aurelia and Wenleza were left in the room, but this time there were two more things.

Aurelia took another look at the mysterious object covered. He grabbed a corner of the cloth and pulled it apart. In fact, the things inside were guessed by Aurelia the moment she saw the package, but the Regent was a little curious about why Stephen sent an arrow.

"There are words on it, sister." Wenleza pointed to the rust on the side of the arrow, quite surprised. She found that the words seemed to be written by Aurelia.

What Wenleza didn't know was that Aurelia's attention had been completely attracted by the arrow. The expression on the Regent's face was frozen in the moment of shock. Memory fragments appeared before her, "Vendel'o eranu." She said, her voice trembling sharply and full of pain. This is a Sarasian sentence, meaning: Let me forget.

"Why is it still there?" Aurelia finally squeezed out another sentence, and her whole body began to heat up due to tension. "It should have turned into ashes, why does it still appear?"

"What's this, sister?"

"Where is the letter?" Aurelia did not answer Wenleza's question, but quickly opened the letter. There was only one sentence in the letter, but the twisted strokes showed how scared the person who wrote the letter was, just like Aurelia was like this at this time.

"He is still alive!" Wen Leisa subconsciously thought after glimpsing the content in the letter. What she didn't know was that Aurelia was dizzy because of her voice, as if a thunderbolt was roaring in her mind.

The Regent was sweating coldly and in a panic, he knocked over the cup with tea left. The cup fell to the ground and smashed it, just like her heart, broken, panic, and painful as if she was cut by a knife.

"This is impossible!" She grabbed Wen Leisa with both hands. Only in this way would she not lose her balance and fall to the ground in an instant. "This is impossible!"

"Sister?" Wenleza was completely frightened by Aurelia's abnormality. At the same time, she also felt that the closest relatives in front of her were afraid of something, which was completely different from the calm and composed regent in daily life.

"He is still alive! This is impossible!"

"Who are you talking about him?" General Ranger asked anxiously. What she unexpectedly expected was that the next moment, tears poured out from the corner of Aurelia's eyes, the feeling of being helpless... Wenleza widened her eyes. It was not that she had seen Aurelia in such a painful appearance, and in her impression, there was only one person who could turn the strong-minded Aurelia into a weak little girl.

She looked at her sister in a daze, and she had an answer in her heart.

"No, how is this possible?" Wenleza tried to shake Aurelia, urging her to stay awake, maybe everything wasn't what she thought. "Didn't you say he was burned to ashes?"

Aurelia gritted her teeth and pulled the letter to pieces, shouting, "So this must be fake. Stephen Marys, that hateful little devil dared to tease me. I have clearly freed my husband from the dead body at Marys Farm, but he tortured me with memories of the past. I must..."

When Aurelia was about to release her more resentment, she discovered Belorel's familiar face. He was standing outside the door curtain and staring at her. When the Regent was tortured by memories, her son also came. From the surprised face of the young elf, Aurelia knew that the stalemate of the mother-son relationship between the two had not changed much since the last quarrel.

Belorel's eyes were full of fear and confusion. Seeing this, Aurelia's heart sank. She tried to calm her face, but Belorel slowly took a few steps and turned away. Seeing her son disappear, Aurelia's anger poured out like a river water from the dam that broke the dam, leaving only endless emptiness in her heart. She returned to the chair, gasping exhausted, and still in her horror.

Wenleza looked at Aurelia worriedly. The arrow was still on the table, and the cold metal surface carried the past that the Regent couldn't bear to look back on. Wenleza felt that no one could clearly understand how painful Aurelia was. No one had ever understood, whether it was now or in the future.

"I have to go and confirm it myself." Aurelia finally calmed down, but she still looked exhausted. "I have to go to Maris Farm in person."

...

Azorksion maintained his balance and was like sliding down. It was not easy to find a place to settle on the sea, but Twilight Dragon spit out a mouthful of ice to solve the problem. He landed on the floating ice, lowered his head, and waited for the people on his back to come down. Not far ahead was a fog. What surprised Azorksion was that he could not see through what was behind the fog.

"We're here, father."

Nathanos carefully landed on the ice, walked to the edge of the ice floe, and placed his hand on his forehead to look at the fog. "It would be hard to believe if it wasn't for seeing it with your own eyes, my child. Even you don't know what's behind the fog, right?"

Audroksion showed a hint of guilt, saying, "The fog is weird, father. I still think you shouldn't go there alone."

"I'm determined, Audroksion." Nathanos turned and looked up at the Twilight Dragon. "Protect the Forgotten during my absence. Also, be careful to focus on the situation on the Rainbow and don't let the Blue Dragons find its trace."

"I promise you, Father. No one can stop your plan."

The Withered Nodded, he had to walk the next road by himself. Azorksion watched him leave, then spread his wings and flew towards the direction of Altlank.

...

The order finally came down.

The tribe began to march.

The camp where the impatient soldiers lived for a long time was eagerly and quickly packed up. The weapons had been tidied up and polished in the trouble of being bored and forced to stay in place, and were now put into quivering and scabbards, ready to drink the blood of the Alliance. The armor was dyed red by the dawn glow or the painted oil, and now they were neatly worn. The tribe army began to act.

"Keep the formation, you beasts holding leashes." The Kukaron guards rode their huge armored wolf through the troops under the leadership of Malkauroke. The Black Stone Orcs maintained order, and the army was too chaotic, which was not what the chief wanted to see.

Garrosh stood on a hillside and witnessed the rapid warriors in the army for advantage, causing Hellscream to grin. He was very satisfied with this desire, and raised his hand to command the drummers behind the army to start beating the drums.

The sound of the war drum echoed under the sky. This is the tribe. This is its glory. His warriors, mainly orcs, some barefoot, some wearing shoes, and even the earth succumbed to the pace of their march. Under the green, brown skin or fur, there were tight knotted muscles. Spears and swords, bows and arrows and swords, were all held in their hands to prepare for attack. They headed towards Theramore like a torrent. Thousands of troops, only for the same purpose, were victory.

"Great Chief." Malkauroke rushed over on a wolf, and the expression on his face seemed to have some good news to tell Hellscream.

"What's the matter?" Garrosh asked.

"The alliance's fleet has arrived, and we have also discovered the traces of Dalaran's mage."

"Dalaran." The chief's eyes were full of curiosity.

Malkauroc nodded, "According to reliable news, Kenreto has promised to assist Theramore. They sent a group of mages to help, but there are ours among those mages."

"Very good." Garrosh raised his head and laughed, "Tell our spy to find out what the league has plans."

...

"We will face a battle from three directions," said Sylvanas. She stood there, pointing at the Theramore map on the table. Everyone was standing at the table at this moment. "The main entrance of Theramore and the north side door will be attacked, and there is another direction..."

The door of the hall was pushed open. Several people stood at the door. Behind them were two guards, who did not seem to be worried about the behavior of these people breaking into the conference hall without notice.

"We may be at the right time," said Kardga.

Jaina's face was filled with a smile, and she bowed in a hurry. If it weren't for the formal occasion, she might have jumped up. "Welcome to you, the great master. Your assistance is timely and swift."

"It's nothing. If you want to thank you, you should thank yourself for being an excellent diplomat and being able to successfully convince us to help you." Kadega and Jaina smiled at each other, and he began to introduce the people who came with him. Jaina had noticed them a long time ago, but unexpectedly she found that there was a blood elf and a goblin inside.

"I know many of you." Jaina said enthusiastically. She knew three of them. The first one was the great wizard Waggs. Jaina knew him because he had a good relationship with Sylvanas. It is said that the Ranger General of the Silver Covenant was his benefactor. The evidence was that Waggs and the female elf behind Jaina nodded to each other. The second one was the great wizard Mimik, a dwarf mage. The third one was a human woman, and she also had the title of the great wizard. Her name was Malis, who was proficient in flame magic and was known as the Queen of Flame. There was no doubt that they were all elites of Dalaran. Jaina believed that the Sun-Slayer and the Goblin were not ordinary people. She asked Kadega with curious eyes.

"This is Saren Singer Weaver, aid sent by the great wizard Isaas. As for this one..." Kadgar reached out to the goblin, his whole body was covered in black dress, as if he was here to attend a party, but the funny thing was the black hat on his head and the black cloak behind him.

"I found him." Sylvanas replied quickly, which shocked everyone. "His name is Akazamanzarak, and he belongs to the Silver Covenant mage."

Akazaman Zarak took off his hat and saluted Jaina and Sylvanas. "The general said my abilities will be of great help to you."

Jaina glanced at Sylvanas in confusion, and the female elf chuckled, "Do you remember the plan I mentioned? Akazaman Zarak is an expert in this field."

"What's the specific plan?"

When the singer weaver's voice sounded, Sylvanas's smile disappeared immediately. She glared at the voice emitter, and was glad that Kadega had not had time to tell others about her suggestions. There may be only two reasons, either for the sake of confidentiality, or Jaina was still hesitating, and the ruler of Theramore did not make the final decision. The elf glared at Saren and said, "It has nothing to do with you. I am curious why Isaac didn't come in person. Does he dare not face me or his great chief?"

The meanness in the Ranger General's words made Jaina frown. The enemy was in front of her, and she did not want the conflict between the Silver Covenant and the Sun-Savinger to be brought to her tent. In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, the female mage spoke before Saren refuted Sylvanas: "I sincerely thank the Sun-Savinger for responding to my request for help. Singer-Weaver, I especially thank you for your arrival. For the Grand Master Isaac, this must be a difficult choice."

Saren Singer Weaver has a slender figure, sharp lines on his face and long moon-colored hair. He said in a magnetic voice: "It's indeed difficult. But Lord Isaas decided to help Theramore. Especially since he was not opposed to supporting you at the beginning, Lord Kardga can testify."

Saren emphasized his last sentence particularly, and he glanced at Sylvanas. The female elf's heart was filled with anger. Fortunately, Jaina grabbed her with cold hands, otherwise the Sun-winner might have blood splattered on the spot.
Chapter completed!