Dear Her Majesty,

It's been almost a year since I last met you, and may the forces of death bless you forever.

Let me begin by expressing my sincere gratitude for your selfless support of the Silver Dawn, and the three legions of the Forsaken that you have sent to fight in the Plaguelands have made an indelible contribution to the recovery of the region and Stratholme. In fact, what they did changed the way the living think about the forsaken to a great extent, at least that's what I saw in Stratholme. There, they are not discriminated against or hated, and the notion that the Forsaken are different from the Scourge is deeply ingrained.

All along, I am saddened by the suffering of the forgotten. Their resurrection from the dead and being enslaved by the Lich King was unfortunate enough that they should no longer be blamed and hated by the living, but most of the living, whether humans, elves, or even most orcs and minotaurs, were unaware of it. In their eyes, the Forsaken and the Scourge are simply the same thing, brutal and inherently evil. The bloodthirsty corpse habit is their deepest desire. hope, never change.

But that's not the case, the Forsaken I met in Undercity and the Western Plague still have the same self-awareness, emotion, and intelligence as humans, but humans like me who have been to Undercity are a minority after all, so how can more people know about this?

I have heard your motto: Remember the meaning of the forgotten – we are neither the living nor the dead, and we will be forgotten by the living and the dead. We return to the world we once said goodbye to, but we can never go back to the days when we were alive, and we can never go back to those we once loved. We are both existence and curse, so we forget the past, and are forgotten by the past.

But isolating yourself from the world is not an effective solution, and as long as you exist in this world, it is impossible for people to forget that beneath the capital of Lordaeron lives a group of living dead who have survived in their own world. If you do not communicate with the living, if you do not put yourselves in plain sight, then irresponsible rumors and unfounded speculations will eventually lead to a hostile frenzy that will eventually drown you out.

Therefore, I suggest that you increase your communication with various tribes, it is not enough to join the tribe and seek the protection of orcs and minotaurs, it is also essential to gain the understanding and support of the alliance. In today's world, conflicts and disputes between tribes and alliances are gradually decreasing, and exchanges and cooperation are about to become mainstream. On the continent of Karimdor, Lady Gianna and High Chief Thrall are working to gradually quell their hatred and bridge the rift between the Alliance and the Horde.

It is my sincere hope that the same scenario will play out on the Eastern Kingdoms continent, where humanity and the Forsaken will overcome their differences and coexist peacefully, and in fact, we are already halfway there—just as we did a few months ago in the Western Plaguelands, where the Forsaken and the Silver Dawn join hands against the Scourge Legion. That's a great start, isn't it?

I think old Norman, who had been to Stratholme, must have described to you everything there: all races were equal, people were friendly and trusting each other. I hope that one day, all the regions of Azeroth will be like Stratholme, and all races with good hearts will have their own place in this land, and live in peace and tranquility.

With this in mind, I returned to Stormwind in the south from Lordaeron in the north, hoping that I would be able to serve as a bridge between the Horde and the Alliance, bridging their differences and reaching common ground, so that the war-torn people of Azeroth could recuperate. However, in the port of Minahill, a serendipitous discovery made me realize that there was a more important task waiting for me than that.

Now, I have unfortunate news to inform you: right now, the dark gates of the Cursed Lands are being opened again, and Kazak, the Doomsday Lord who has been hiding in the scars of decay, has returned to the shattered orc planet of Draenor to lead the Burning Legion back to life. If they succeed, the Burning Legion will once again sweep through Azeroth, wiping out the living, the dead, and all the sapient races from the land.

Luckily, my guards and I arrived at the Watch Fort just in time to stop the demons from attacking the area, and subsequently weakening the opening process of the Dark Gate. But the Burning Legion's plot doesn't stop there, they also orchestrate a raid on Stormwind in search of the fragments of the Dragonlord's Blade, and thankfully, they fail once again.

It is now certain that evil forces are trying to take over our world, and demons are once again wreaking havoc in the Cursed Lands. At this critical moment when the Burning Legion is about to invade on a large scale, I sincerely ask you to generously send reinforcements to support this just war.

To wear a crown requires a burden, and rights and responsibilities go hand in hand, and to gain the right to stand tall among the tribes of Azeroth, the Forsaken must bear the duty to preserve the world from the corrupt and polluted world. To me, this is a crisis for Azeroth, but for the Undercity, it is also an opportunity to strengthen the friendship of the various races with the Forsaken. After all, the camaraderie of comrades-in-arms who fight side by side will always be stronger than the relationship that is forged through negotiation and dealing.

I hope to see the day when your legion will appear in Stormwind and fight alongside us against the invasion of the Burning Legion. And all of Stormwind, both human and dwarf, will welcome you.

Your faithful, Earl Diego Asnar of Moonstream

At dawn on the 6th day of the seventh month of the 24th year of the Gate of Darkness

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Putting down the quill in his hand, Diego rolled the parchment into a roll and tied it with string. He picked up the candlestick next to him, dripped the wax oil on the seams of the parchment, and stamped the ring while it was hot. The ring was inlaid with an arcane crystal carved with his family crest. Speaking of which, this arcane crystal was still the trophy he had received from the treasure trove of the Black Iron Dwarves.

He picked up a waterproof bamboo tube carved with magic runes on the table, stuffed the parchment roll into it, and plugged it on. The moment the cork was fully embedded in the bamboo tube, the runes carved on the bamboo tube flickered slightly—now, no one could secretly open the bamboo tube unless it was broken.

With all this done, Diego leaned back and stretched hard against the back of his chair. He turned his head to look at the others in the room. Opposite him, the Duke of Berval was dozing with his hands, little by little, and a faint snoring came from his throat, shaking the liquid in the teacup in front of him.

Between the two, behind the large desk facing the door, Varian was grimacing a letter to Queen Sylvanas asking for help. The king's literary prowess was evidently much inferior to his prowess in military prowess, and even though he had received a good court education in his youth, the years of war had given him too many excuses to waste his studies, and he spent much more time on horseback and training grounds than in the library.

"Perhaps you could just tell the Dark Lady that if she sends troops to our aid this time, then we can do the same when she takes revenge on the Lich King. Anyway, there will be a battle between us and the Scourge entrenched in Northrend, right? Looking at Varian, who was scratching his ears and cheeks, Diego walked over and suggested. He knew better than anyone what Sylvanas wanted in her heart, a condition she would have had a hard time refusing.

"That's right!" Varian's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but shout. Even if the Forsaken don't fight the Scourge Legion, Stormwind himself will, and how much he loves King Terenus and how much he hates Arthas for his patricide. After the Battle of Mount Hyjal, if he hadn't been cheated by the black dragon Onexia, he would have planned to lead an expedition to Northrend at that time to give the new Lich King a good look.

With an idea, Varian quickly finished writing the letter for help, and then stamped it into a bamboo tube.

"How should we deliver the letter to the Dark Lady? You know, there is no diplomatic channel between Stormwind and Undercity. He looked up and asked, a little embarrassed.

"We can send them to Tirio Fortin, along with the letter to Silver Dawn, and ask him to pass them on." Diego thought for a moment and said.