Sylvanas gathered the Dreadlord Varimasas, the banshee Baron Anastarissa, and the human psychic mage Pale Maleci together in the council hall to discuss the matter.

It happened too suddenly, but when she put the cause and effect together, she knew that humanity had dug a huge hole for herself.

Naxxramas's news is true, and it is true that he is eager to take revenge, and it is also true that these humans have blatantly provoked war in spite of the fragile peace between the alliance and the tribes!

Sylvanas knew that her mobilization of an expedition would cause an emptiness in the rear, but she had no idea that these humans would dare to attack the Undercity.

Aren't these humans most afraid of war? Hasn't Gianna been helping the Horde and the Alliance make peace? How dare they do that?!

Sylvanas's eyes were red with anger, it wasn't an adjective, it was really red, her eyes were full of evil, and her mouth whispered the surname Minerhil, she hated this family to death.

An hour after receiving the news, she was about to send troops to retake the Undercity.

"Your soldiers need some repairs, the wear and tear of weapons and arrows is very high, in fact, we have a better way......" Varimathas never contacted his colleague Banazar again, he knew that he had been deceived by humans, a fear demon king whose job was to fool intelligent life, it was a great shame for him, and he was really willing to help Sylvanas.

He doesn't care what the Dark City is or not, for him, Azeroth is also a slightly troublesome planet, the Burning Legion crisscrosses the starry sky, his vision is not at all on the gains and losses of this city and place, he is just being played by humans like fools, he can't bear it.

His Majesty didn't pretend to say anything, because there was no need at all, and he wanted to take revenge on the humans right now and kill all those humans.

Sylvanas doesn't care about his etiquette, what is the relationship between everyone, in fact, they all know it, and what she cares about is the way.

She thought for a moment: "Do you have a better way?" ”

The Dreadlord smiled darkly, "If I'm not mistaken, we're still part of the tribe, and the orcs are committed to helping." ”

Hearing this, Sylvanas was a little disappointed: "Thrall is a very sane person, he will not send troops for the Forsaken, and besides, you guy is on my side, and he doesn't know." ”

The Forsaken are under the banner of freedom and misery, and despite the great criticism within the tribe, Thrall has accepted them, but he will certainly not accept the demons of the Burning Legion, and Sylvanas has been hiding from Thrall about the Dreadlord.

If she attracts an army of orcs at this time, it will be difficult to hide her cooperation with the Dreadlord.

Mentally retarded, do I mean that? The Dreadlord was full of contempt, and he had to explain his plan in detail: "You can find a tribal envoy to negotiate on our behalf and help us delay for a few days, if only we could paralyze the human leader." The Forsaken soldiers need to be repaired, and the humans need it even more, and as long as we recover first, we can return to the Undercity......"

This plan is completely under the guise of using the tribe as a disguise, the Dread Demon King doesn't care what tribe, Sylvanas doesn't care very much, even if it causes the displeasure of the tribe, she has a statement, and when the time comes, she will directly throw the blame, just say that the Dread Demon King did it, and she was blinded.

Scarlet eyes flickered, kicking the Dreadlord off the ship was a matter of later, and now they had to cooperate.

This plan of the Dreaddemon King is also very simple, it is completely a copy of the previous human plan, you use the Lich King to fool me, and then launch a raid, then we will also use the peace of the tribe as a pretext now, and then we will raid you!

"Okay, I'll contact the honorable High Chief......" Sylvanas nodded in agreement.

......

A day later, with the help of the mage, the tribal emissary and advisor to the Great Chief Thrall, Itrig teleported to Stratholme, a land he was no stranger to, and after consulting with the Banshee King for three hours, he hurried to the capital of Lordaeron.

Considering several factors, Vanessa and Old Verding still came to meet the emissary sent by the tribe in their private capacities.

"Old friend, I'm really happy to see that you're safe and sound." Itreg saw Old Fording at a glance.

"I'm also very happy, your body looks pretty good, when will we compare again." Old Ferding patted the old friend on the shoulder, showing that he had not forgotten the friendship between the two sides.

Itreg came completely hard-headed, he didn't have a good impression of the forsaken, but Sal's orders must not be disobeyed, and he felt a little guilty when he saw his old friend.

"I'm getting older, my health will definitely get worse and worse, but you look the same as you did back then." Itreg was very emotional, he was also a tribal warrior when he was young, and now his health is really worse day by day.

"The Light has not forsaken me, and He has given me a new mission."

Old Fordin's words made Itreig a little embarrassed.

Vanessa sat and smiled.

Itreg speaks the lingua franca, and there is no barrier for the three of them to communicate.

Old Fording came up and talked a lot about friendship and glory.

Vanessa followed with a few idle words, what black stone orcs are unhappy in Orgrimmar, what Tirisfal Glade is not adapted to the climate.

The bottle of wine that served Itreg was vigorous, and the slightly upright orc didn't know how to answer, so he could only drink violently, and he didn't know that he thought he was borrowing wine to drown his sorrows.

When Vanessa asked if Sal had a pleasing girl among the orcs and when he was going to get married, Old Fording had to cough, he was too busy to talk nonsense here.

Itreggar was embarrassed that Sylvanas's conditions for peace were exaggerated, not only did she demand that the humans hand over the Undercity, but also that the human leader apologize for his own crimes, and even that the entire alliance make a formal official apology for the military act.

How is this possible! Itregg's temperament is now calmer, because he is older and has a violent temper when he was younger. He had participated in two wars between humans and orcs, and if the humans could agree to such humiliating conditions, they would be able to set foot on Azeroth in the first year of the Black Gate!

Humans will continue to resist if they lose, not to mention that humans have won the war, and humans will force their leaders to commit suicide and apologize for the slightest threat of tribal war? After more than twenty years of fighting humans, Itreg didn't think humans would be so, he thought Sylvanas had something wrong with his brain.

But at this time, he still had to bite the bullet and say: "I am here on behalf of the Great Chief, we know the actual situation of Lordaeron, but we also hope that Lordaeron can make peace with the Forsaken......

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