Arelia said, "You're going to bring the members of the Silver Hand, aren't you?" Her tone was so perfunctory, as if she already knew the answer. But Tulayan shook his head. Arelia's mouth opened wide and asked, "What? why not?"

"The archbishop wants them to stay here, or Lordaeron, to help those in need. ”

"But you didn't even ask him!"

"I don't have to ask to know what he's going to say. Don't worry, if it's really urgent, they'll come. But they can also work in other ways. Come on, the two of us should talk. ”

"We should ......"

"Five minutes doesn't change anything. Her brow tightened. Tulayan could tell she was shaking. A drop of rain slipped down her wet hair and ran over her face, looking like a tear. At that time, Tulayan wanted to hold her tightly. This coldness, this pain, made her words mean, and her lovely cheeks became ugly with hatred. He knew what it was like, and he knew why she was the way she was.

It felt like a knife had been stabbed in his heart.

He said calmly, "I have written you so many letters, but you have never replied. ”

She shrugged her shoulders and wrapped her petite body in her wet cloak, though she needed a dry garment more now. "I've been patrolling all the time. The most recent assignment I received was to patrol the Alterac Mountains. Rumor has it that some orcs are hiding in the peaks there. She smiled mercilessly and continued, "We found ten orcs. ”

Tulayan didn't need to ask what she and her rangers had done to the orcs. He even wondered if she was still collecting some of the trophies of the orc-slaughtering campaign. He had seen her crouch next to the corpse of an orc and sneer. He was also once shocked by the pleasure she got from slaughtering orcs.

Tulayan said calmly. "Arelia. I've been writing to you, but you've never replied. I know you don't owe me anything, but what if...... Something happens to you, and you won't be able to work with me anymore. I'm your commander, I'm ...... Neither the alliance wants to see you on the battlefield not following orders. He waited until Arelia looked up at him. "Do you have a problem about that?"

"I don't have a problem. The blonde elf replied scathingly, "If it weren't for me and my detachment searching for the orc renegades in Alterac, Khadgar wouldn't have been able to find me. If it weren't for his messenger saying that this was about the orcs, I wouldn't have agreed to meet him at the Overwatch, and I wouldn't have agreed to follow his request to come to you. And. The sooner we get to Lordaeron, the sooner I'll be able to go back and destroy the green-skinned monsters and cleanse this unclean land. Her voice was full of hatred, and her eyes were full of anger. Some of the people around turned to look at them. "I'm going to witness their death, every orc! even if it takes me a hundred years!"

Tulayan shuddered and lowered his voice as low as he could, "Arelia, this is a genocide. ”

The smile on her face looked grim and unforgiving. "You can only say that if it is a person who is killed. And I'm just rooting out those nasty ghosts. He was amazed at how unwavering she was in her words. In her heart. She didn't see orcs as sentient beings, but as abominable monsters. Or even ...... Rat.

Tulayan knew that he had killed many orcs, and that he had done so out of anger in his heart, hatred for the atrocities committed by the orcs. But...... Arelia didn't want justice, she didn't want the orcs to pay for what they did, she just wanted to hurt them. If possible, she would do whatever it took to eradicate the entire orc race.

He stepped forward and held out a hand to grab her, "I know, you've lost so much ......"

Arelia pushed Tulayan's hand away, "Hah! A human comes to talk to me about loss, how much do you know about it? Human life is so short, how do you know what it means to truly love someone!"

Tulayan felt the blood on his face disappear. For a moment, he didn't even know how to react. She looked at him, breathing fast, to see if he would continue.

"You'll live a little longer, yes," he said. But that doesn't mean you know more than humans, trust me. He tried to squeeze out a smile, but that made Arelia's expression even colder.

"So, you're better than me, just because you can only live that long?" She questioned the other and snapped her fingers. "Or is it because of your dear Light?"

"Arelia, you know, I want justice to be done, too. But you're not doing justice, you're just trying revenge, and look at what this hatred has become. Moreover, the Light does not belong to me, it belongs to all. It has healing powers, it can ......"

"How dare you preach me?" She warned Tulayan, her voice so unforgiving. "Your so-called Holy Light has not stopped the orcs from opening the dark door to our world, has it not been able to restore my devastated homeland, or make my ......"

She closed her lips tightly. For a long time, Tulayan stared at him, and then sighed deeply.

He said formally, "Ranger, listen to me. Now, you'll stay in Stormwind with half of my troops and me. Gather your Ranger troops as well. Stormwind is just getting its footing, and I can't let it become defenseless. ”

Arelia's chin tightened and asked, "So we'll stay here and wait for war to come, like cowards, Your Excellency?!"

Ignoring her sarcasm, Tulayan continued, "I'll ask for reinforcements. When they come here, we'll leave. But until then, we're going to stay here. ”

She nodded and said, "I see, if a city is your own, you will protect it at any cost. Your Excellency, can I leave now to gather my rangers?"

Arelia deliberately wanted to say this to provoke Tulayan, and she did. But now Tulayan was more concerned about what had happened to Erelia that she would speak to him like that. Or more accurately, why she did it to herself. She's really changed a lot. Tulayan recalls the first time they met. At first sight, Arelia's grace and beauty overwhelmed him, and then he was so amazed by her skill that he stuttered when he spoke. With a hint of complacency, she enjoyed the feeling very much.

As the two got to know each other, Tulayan no longer had that reverence for her, though that thought never completely faded in his mind. And Arelia began to develop respect for Tulayan. She began to like him, she began to want to fight side by side with him on the battlefield, and even, Tulayan once believed deeply, wanted to become closer to him.

But now she's changed. Now, the only thing Tulayan can do is to feel sad and worried about these changes. He didn't know if Arelia's hatred of the orcs would affect her judgment. In the name of the Light, in case she dies on the battlefield because of her recklessness......

Tulayan pulled his thoughts back and found himself subconsciously looking at Arelia, and nodded. He didn't know what he would say if he spoke at the moment, and Arelia just tilted her head away as a sign of respect, and walked out.

Tulayan watched her leave, pondering whether he had made the right decision. If it was Lothar, what would he do? If it were, would he wait here for reinforcements to arrive, or would he rush into battle and fight the enemy? Was he wasting his time, or had he made a smart decision? Is it enough to send his lieutenant Danas Torbain and half of his men to Fort Watch now?

He shook his head, forcing himself to stop thinking about it. It wasn't the time to be cranky, and he had a feeling that what he had just made was the right decision. Now he needs to send a number of emissaries, one to the Hammer Dwarves and one to Lordaeron, so that the people there know the situation.

He smiled lightly, but also looked a little sad. And one more person. He was going to send someone to Mecatok and tell him a regrettable thing: the soldiers who were supposed to be sent to serve as rodent exterminators in the subway of the mine were finally unable to help him. (To be continued......)