Following.

"Everything is ready, my queen! We can leave for Durontar at any time. ”

Warimas, however, was very capable of getting things done, arranging everything in one night, and reporting to the queen early in the morning.

"We?! No! Stay, Valimathas, the operation of the Undercity cannot be stopped! ”

Sylvanas didn't look at the Dreadlord, but lowered his head slightly, holding a pitch-black arrow in one hand and a whetstone stained with the power of darkness in the other.

"But ......"

Varimathas seemed to say something, but the words came to his lips and he held them back.

"Don't worry! Tribes need the Forsaken, and the Forsaken need Tribes. ”

The queen continued her work, without the slightest intention of raising her head, and only said a word faintly from her mouth.

"As you say, my queen, but be prepared!"

The Dreadlord seems to be worried about something, and he still wants to follow the queen to Durotar.

I have to say that if there is really any accident, there is a terrifying combat power like the Dread Demon King, and the danger will be much reduced.

"Don't you understand me?"

Sylvanas suddenly asked Varimatas with anger in his tone, regardless of whether the Dreadlord was really worried about himself.

"Nope! My Queen, I dare not disobey your orders. ”

The Great Demon knew how to read words, and when he saw the queen's reaction, he knew that he should not have any objections, so he quickly bowed his head and saluted Sylvanas.

"Excellent! The Undercity needs to stay afloat, and you're a good manager, after all, it's your area of expertise. ”

Sylvanas sharpened the arrow in his hand, inserted it back into the quiver on his back, and then picked up the dark black longbow standing beside him and carried it behind him.

"Don't let me down, Varimasas!"

The Dreaddemon King looked at the queen who was slowly walking towards him, and there was actually a trace of fear in his heart, which was very funny for the demon race in the name of fear.

Sylvanas walked up to Varymathas, looking up at his most powerful demonic servant with a wicked smile on his brow.

"Faraniel, you come with me to Orgrimmar, and I want you to make sure those little trolls are alive and kicking all the way."

Although the queen stared at the archdemon, her mouth casually ordered other things.

Faraniel, the great pharmacist who had been waiting on the sidelines, slowly approached Sylvanas's side at this time, bowed his head and accepted the queen's order without saying a word.

"The Undercity needs to function properly, assign a Grand Apothecary to assist Varimathas!"

With that, Sylvanas walked straight to the inner door of the royal quarter and walked out along the promenade.

"Lord Varimasas, I will ask the Grand Apothecary Putres to assist you, although he has just been promoted to the Grand Apothecary, he is very talented."

Faranir was really honest, and after accepting the queen's order, he immediately told the Dreadlord about the person who had arranged it.

Varimathas didn't say anything, just watched as Faragal gave a few words to one of the Forsaken beside him, and then walked out with Sylvanas.

"Lord Varimasas, I'm Putres, the newly promoted Grand Apothecary, and I'm here to help you keep the Undercity running."

A Forsaken dressed in a similar attire to Faranir approached the Dreadlord and politely addressed him.

"They're gone!"

With a smile on his lips, Varimatas looked at the gates of the Royal Quarter with a sinister expression.

"Yes! Lord Varimasas! ”

Grand Apothecary Putres suddenly put away his respectful expression and looked at the gate of the royal district with the same smile as the Dreadlord.

At this time, Sylvanas and Faranir had already gone far away......

"Why so early? Are we going to Orgrimmar? ”

Jarro and the little trolls were called out by the apothecary who cared for them before dawn, and after a little tidying up, they were taken to the gates of the Undercity.

It wasn't just the children of the Alterac Mountains who survived the Alterac Mountains who were going to Orgrimmar, but also many refugees and wounded from various clans......

Under the slope outside the gates of the Undercity, there were many small groups of people, most of whom gathered together according to race or clan.

Beyond the refugees and wounded were two neatly arranged bands of Forsaken soldiers, who appeared to have been selected to escort them to Durotal.

The inner circle is a line of defense between apothecaries and magically skilled Forsakens, while the outer circle is dominated by ordinary soldiers and stitching monsters.

Woo~!

The dull but penetrating sound of a horn sounded and the entire Tirisfal glade began to shake, and the trees rustled.

In the sky, a huge floating airship slowly headed in the direction of the Dark City, and the birds and beasts along the way quickly fled outward......

"Wow! What a big bird! ”

Jarro screamed in surprise as he looked at the airship in the distance that was approaching the Undercity.

She shouted as she took the hand of the fully awakened troll boy and motioned for him to look at the strange behemoth in the sky.

"It's not a bird, it's the work of the goblins who traveled between the Tirisfal Glade and Durontar, the goblins requisitioned by the Horde!"

Sylvanas also arrived outside the gates of the Undercity at some point, and everyone saluted him respectfully, showing their respect for the leaders of the tribe.

"I hope you'll get fit!"

The queen was still cold, but showed extraordinary concern for the little ones.

After all, most people will be a little uncomfortable when riding a floating airship for the first time!

"Wow! My Honourable Queen, it is a pleasure to serve you again! ”

When the airship came to rest in the tower on the high ground outside the Undercity, the goblins who were in charge of piloting the airship ran out of smoke to the gates of the Undercity.

The leader was a sturdy goblin with a typical goblin appearance, with green skin groomed and eyes that always shrewd.

"Gazkel, are you in charge this time?"

Sylvanas apparently knew the goblin and spoke directly to him.

"My honorable Queen, as soon as I heard that you would be going to Durontar in person this time, I applied to the Grand Chief for the responsibility of this voyage, just to provide you with the best service!"

Gazkel had a flattering expression, but he could hear the sincerity in his words.

"Thank you!"

Sylvanas showed a rare smile, and a genuinely happy smile, which was rare!

"Whew! No! It's not hard! It is my honour to serve my esteemed Queen. ”

The goblin leader seems to worship Sylvanas from the bottom of his heart, and he looks like a human aristocratic butler.