Sylvanas gathered the fearful demon Varimasas, the banshee Baron Annastalisa, and the pale Maleki, the human psychic wizard, in the parliament hall to discuss the matter.

Things happened too suddenly, but when she put together the causes and consequences, she knew that humans had dug a huge pit for themselves after thinking about it.

The news about Naxxamas is true, and it is true that he is eager to take revenge. It is true that these humans are brazenly provoking war despite the fragile peace between the alliance and the tribe!

Sylvanas knew that mobilizing a large army to expedition would cause emptiness in the rear, but she never expected that these humans would dare to attack the Undercity.

Aren’t these humans most afraid of war? Didn’t Jaina keep helping the tribe and the alliance to make peace? How dare they do this?!

Sylvanas was so angry that his eyes turned red. This was not an adjective, it was really red. His eyes were full of evil spirits. He whispered the surname Minaishire in his mouth. She hated this family to death.

One hour after receiving the news, she was about to send troops to retake the Underworld.

"Your soldiers need some renovations, the weapons are depleted, and the arrows are depleted. In fact, we have a better way." Varimasas never contacted his colleague Banazar again. He knew that he had been deceived by humans. A fearful devil who took the job of fooling smart lives was deceived by humans. This was a shame and a great humiliation for him. He shared the same hatred of the enemy. Now he is really willing to help Sylvanas.

He doesn't care about the Undercity, but not the Undercity. For him, Azeroth is just a slightly more troublesome planet. The Burning Legion crisscrosses the starry sky. His vision is not at all about the gains and losses of this city and the land. He is just playing with it like a fool by humans, which he can't stand.

He didn't pretend to say anything about Her Majesty the Queen, because there was no need at all. He wanted to take revenge on humans and kill all those humans.

Sylvanas didn't care about his etiquette. In fact, everyone knew everything about it. What she cared about was the solution.

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

The Fear Demon King smiled sinisterly: "If I remember correctly, we are still a member of the tribe. The orcs pay attention to their commitments and they will provide assistance."

When Sylvanas heard that this was the method, he was a little disappointed: "Sal is a very rational person. He will not send troops to the Forgotten Ones, and he doesn't know that you are on my side."

The Forgotten was under the banner of freedom and suffering. Despite the huge criticism in the tribe, Thrall still accepted them, but he would definitely not accept the demons of the Burning Legion. Sylvanas had been hiding from Thrall about the devil of the Demon King.

If the orc army is attracted at this time, it will be difficult to hide the cooperation between her and the Fear Demon King.

Impossible, do I mean this? The Fear Demon King was full of contempt, and he had to explain his plan in detail: "You can find a messenger from the tribe to discuss on our behalf and help us delay for a few days. It would be even better if we could paralyze the leaders of the human side. The Forgotten soldiers need to be repaired, and humans need it even more. As long as we recover first, we can fight back to the Underworld."

This plan is to use the tribe as a guise. The Fear Demon King doesn't care about any tribe, and Sylvanas doesn't care much. Even if it causes the tribe's displeasure, she will say something. She will just turn the blame and say that it was the Fear Demon King who was deceived.

The scarlet eyes flashed, kicking the Demon King off the ship was the next thing, and they still had to cooperate now.

The plan of the Fear Demon King is also very simple. It is a completely replica of the previous human plan. You use the Lich King to fool me and then launch a raid. Then we will use the peace of the tribe as a guise, and then we will raid you later!

"Okay, I'll contact the respected chief." Sylvanas nodded and agreed

A day later, Itrig, the tribe envoy and the adviser of the Great Chief Thrall, teleported to Stantholm with the help of the mage. He was not unfamiliar with this land. After discussing with the King of Banshee for three hours, he quickly rushed to the capital of Lordaeron.

Taking into account several factors, Vanessa and Old Fordine came to meet the messenger sent by the tribe in private identities.

"Old friend, I'm really happy to see you safe." Yitrig saw Old Fording at a glance.

"I'm very happy, your body looks pretty good. When will we gesture again?" Old Fording patted the old friend on the shoulder and signaled that he had not forgotten the friendship between the two sides.

Itrig came completely with a tough bullet. He had no good feelings for the Forgotten, but Sal's orders were not to be violated. At this time, he felt a little guilty when he saw his old friend.

"I am old, and my health will definitely get worse and worse. You look similar to those in the past." Yitrig sighed very much. He was also a tribal warrior when he was young, and now his health is getting worse day by day.

"The Holy Light did not abandon me, He gave me a new mission."

Old Fording's words made Yitrig a little embarrassed.

Vanessa sat on the side and looked at it with a smile.

Itrig knows the common language, and there is no obstacle to communication between three people.

Old Fording came up and talked about friendship and glory.

Vanessa followed a few idle words, what are the Black Stone Orcs having fun in Orgrimmar, what are the climate adaptations of the Tirisfalinland?

The drinks that entertained Itrig were hard to get in the bottle. The slightly straightforward orc didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he could only drink hard. Those who didn't know thought he was drinking to drown his sorrows.

When Vanessa asked if Sal had any girl among the orcs, and when he was about to get married, Old Ford had to cough. He was very busy and had no time to talk nonsense here.

Itrig was in a very difficult situation. The conditions for Sylvanas's peacekeeping were too exaggerated. She not only wanted humans to hand over the Undercity, but also asked the human leaders to commit suicide and apologize. She even asked the entire alliance to make a formal official apology for this military act.

How is this possible? Itrig's temperament is now calm. This is because he is old and has a bad temper when he was young. He has participated in two wars between humans and orcs. If humans can agree to such humiliating conditions, their orcs will be able to squash Azeroth in the first year of the Black Gate!

Humans will continue to resist if they lose, not to mention that no matter how they look at it, humans will win. Humans will force their leaders to commit suicide and apologize for a little threat of war from tribes. After fighting with humans for more than 20 years, Itrig does not think that humans will be so cowardly. He thinks there is something wrong with Sylvanas's brain.
Chapter completed!