Sylvanas ......

In the quiet of the night, there was silence in the camp, except for the flickering light of the fire on the guard tower in the distance. Sylvanas the Windranger sat by the fire, his eyes melancholy and melancholy.

"Ares, tomorrow we will join forces with the Horde. It's a just fight, but I'm sad......"

Sitting by the fire, Sylvanas said melancholy. Her brow tightened, as if an endless stream of thoughts were wrapped around her. As for what it was, Ares could probably guess.

"Because of Kael'thas?"

Ares asked with concern.

"How do you know?"

Sylvanas asked curiously. Her beautiful eyes immediately turned to Ares, who had to avoid her gaze......

"I can probably guess a thing or two about your heart."

Ares replied with a smile.

"Well, it's because of him. You know, it's hard to feel and it's complicated. He was once the prince of Quel'Salas, who had vowed to lead the Blood Elves to the light, however, in the end, he fell. Now I will aim my arrows at him, however, thinking that he was once our prince......"

Sylvanas said in pain, clutching her chest as if the pain in her heart had spread to her body.

"I understand your feelings, Sylvanas. This feeling, this moment, which used to be only seen in dreams, is the nightmare of our dreams, and yet, at this moment, we have to face it...... Did you know that in the days when Lordaeron had just fallen, I often encountered moments when your once inseparable companion, brother, became an undead and a zombie in the blink of an eye? He's still so lifelike standing in front of you, yet you have to aim your knife at him. ”

Ares whispered. His voice was magnetic, like a reassurance, like just a recounting of his past, the years after he and Sylvanas were separated.

"But I'm afraid I'll still hesitate when I get to the battlefield......"

Sylvanas whispered, her voice so small that she could barely hear herself, Ares had never seen Sylvanas the Windrunner so sad. But this is also normal, she is about to face not only fierce demons, but also former compatriots and princes. Those who took up arms against the Silvermoon City Expeditionary Force were none other than their former relatives and lovers...... However, some have gone mad, become evil, and descend into darkness in the process of absorbing demonic energy, while others have stayed in Quel'Salas and have been reborn through mastery of arcane energy. But in essence, they are a race, born from the same roots, but they want to fight each other......

"Hesitation...... Yes, we are all human beings with feelings, so we will hesitate...... However, you have to think that if you show mercy to their men, they will not show mercy to our men. Emotions are our greatest motivation and our greatest fetters. Overcome this last hurdle and we will be victorious. The devil uses this against us, and that's our weakness. Sylvanas, you must think that the battle is yours to the death. If you don't kill them, they'll kill you, the blood elves who haven't been contaminated by demons. ”

Looking at Sylvanas, Ares continued—

"Kael'thas has become a demon, and his actions have become enemies of all the people of Azeroth. What's more, he once hunted down you, and mercy for the enemy is cruelty to himself. ”

……

Blade Mountain, Dragon Slayer Canyon. The warm, humid air currents blowing from the swamps in the south and the bitter cold from the broken lands in the north converge here to form a continuous stream of rain. With bursts of thunder, Varok. Sarufar hurried into Thrall's tent.

He came in a black cloak, and no other orc recognized him. And the purpose of his trip was nothing else, to inform the Saar army of the spirit of rebellion that was spreading.

"This is their dream, this is betrayal! The tribe falls into the hands of this group of people, and one day it will go down the dark path again! ”

Faced with Sarufar's report, Sal was furious. He paced back and forth in the tent, gritting his teeth in anger. He is dedicated to the tribe, however, there are always some despicable villains, using the ignorant populace to fan the flames and try to subvert this fragile new tribe.

"Bazaran. Hmph, it's him again! I should have known. In Orgrimmar, I should have grounded him in the Flame Rift forever! ”

Sal roared.

"It's useless to say that now, Sal, we have to find a foolproof way to stop this riot. As far as I know, Bazaran has secretly developed no less than a thousand members. Among the warriors of these tribes, some are from the Burning Blade Clan, some are from other clans, and some are from the Darkspear Clan. ”

Sarufar whispered.

"Darkspear tribe? Does Woking know? ”

"I don't know about this, I haven't told anyone about this except you."

Sarufar replied.

"Well, keep this matter strictly secret, my friend."

Sal whispered. He narrowed his eyes and pondered his next course of action. Since someone is trying to subvert his rule behind his back and try to destroy the unity of the tribe, then, as the Great Chief, he should no longer show mercy to his subordinates.

"I know. But we have to come up with a way to stop this rebellion. ”

Sarufar responded. Like Sal, his eyes are intense, but he is more emotional and more easily provoked.

"Sarufar, do you know who these thousand tribesmen mobilized for the development of Bazaran are?"

Lexa asked.

"You can't know all of them, only some of them. I had an argument with Bazaran about working with the Alliance, and I was on Saar's side at the time, and I guess Bazaran was deliberately alienating me and hiding it from me. My men told me about their preparations for rebellion, and I told him to pretend to join the rebels, and then he secretly passed on the information to me. Lexa, I know what you want to do, but I'm afraid it's not a good idea. Because in addition to these thousand tribesmen, we don't know how many people support Bazaran and join the rebellion. ”

Sarufar replied calmly.

"What about your opinion? Thrall. ”

Sarufar continued to ask.

"I agree with you, if we act now, we will not be able to cut down the grass without accurate information, and it will cause criticism from other warriors in the tribe, who will think that we are using our power to arrest people indiscriminately. After all, there is no evidence of rebellion between Bazaran and the orcs. ”

Sal paused, turned his head, and said calmly.

"You have a point, but we can't sit back and wait, Sal, for every minute we waste here, Bazaran and his rebels grow by a point. Time is pressing, it is better to deal with this group of people in advance, they are a plague, and one day, it will spread throughout the tribe and infect the entire tribe. ”

Lexa said.

"I know."

Thrall replied briefly, and sat down on his throne as the Great Chieftain, and the god of the Dead pondered.

Bazaran, Burning Blade Clan...... Thrall's thoughts raced. There was a lot of discussion in the tent. Until a complete trapping plan took shape in the mind of the Great Chief.

"I know how to catch these horde traitors."

Sal growled. Everyone immediately turned their heads and looked at Thrall, who was sitting on the throne of the Great Chief.

"Using this battle against the demons, I'm going to find out these traitors!"

His deep voice echoed through the white chieftain's tent.