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Chapter 525 The Child of Destiny

Xiao Hou's face turned red...

He wanted to explain, but upon hearing Thrall's reprimand, he could only lower his head in shame, "Garrosh obeys!"

He also realized that his bluntness had caused him trouble.

He wanted to prove himself...

I blurted out my thoughts without thinking.

He didn't realize that those few simple words would cost him the support of nearly half the tribe's leadership. At the very least, they convinced Chief Vol'jin of the Darkspear tribe that this guy could never become the tribe's Great Chieftain; otherwise, the future of the Darkspear trolls would be bleak...

After dealing with Garrosh's impulsive remark, Thrall looked at the masked Saintess of Oblivion, Irene...

"I'm sorry you had to see this, Holy Maiden..."

"Warchief... Undercity accepts your goodwill. The Horde is invincible! Her Majesty the Queen will surely exact her revenge..."

Eileen bowed her head, which was taken as acceptance of the chieftain's response.

There was nothing they could do if they didn't accept it; the Warchief's decree was like an emperor's edict—not supreme, but its authority was absolute within the new Horde. Since Thrall had made up his mind, Eileen couldn't say anything more...

Sal's response can be considered a solution.

With no other options, Eileen sighed, then suddenly remembered Lorraine and Lilith outside the door... The guard had just said that a contagious blood plague had broken out in the alleyway district. Could Lorraine be so unlucky as to be caught up in it too?

A sense of foreboding rose in Eileen's heart.

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"The wheel of hatred never ends. I hope Sylvanas and Windrunner will consider the future of the Forsaken. We are the hope chosen by our people; they follow us, and we cannot let them down..."

"Yes, the Forsaken are forever loyal to the Dark Queen... We fight for Sylvanas!"

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"No, Holy Maiden! What I mean is that many things don't need to be solved through drastic means; deterring the enemy is always the best option."

"Her Majesty the Queen said that the protests of the weak are nothing but groveling and begging... The Forsaken's current status was not earned through tears or pity. We originally only wanted to stay quietly in Lordaeron, but hatred and sorrow make it impossible to find peace... Only with endless resentment can we clearly remember... what sustains the Forsaken to remain in the world."

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"Don't advise others to be kind if you haven't experienced their suffering; if you had experienced my suffering, you might not be as kind as I am..."

Recalling the words that the Frostwolf Shaman, the blind old Drek'Thar, often muttered, words he'd somehow overheard, Thrall nodded helplessly...

Thrall escorted Eileen to the door. “Alright, Holy Maiden, you’ll stay for a few days. I’ll arrange for someone to connect with you. The goblin caravan will prepare the supplies you need and send them directly to the Howling Fjord front... I’ll try my best to send Windriders to assist you in landing... As long as the airship towers and flight paths are clear, I guarantee the enemy won’t be able to stop us.”

"grateful..."

Eileen bowed, and the dead behind her struck their hearts in unison.

As soon as she reached the bottom of the stairs, Eileen turned to lead her puppet servants into the dark alleyway...

Thrall seemed to remember something and shouted a warning from the top of the fortress stairs:

"Holy Maiden, do not go to the Dark Alley. The Dark Alley has been sealed off! I have ordered that no one is allowed to approach until the plague is eradicated and the source of the infection is identified... The Shadow Rift in the Dark Alley is currently inaccessible... Your team had better not approach the sealed-off area; this is an order, and also a warning! I don't want to cause any misunderstandings until the Shadow Rift has completely subsided..."

"Misunderstand?"

Eileen was stunned by what he said, but then she realized that Thrall was reminding her that the Undercity delegation was also a suspect in the series of assassinations, including the sudden outbreak of the poisonous blood infection.

Staying in Orgrimmar for three days would likely involve not only waiting to gather strategic supplies, but also imprisonment and interrogation...

If that's the case, Eileen certainly can't act on her own. She can only obediently follow the guide to the specific ambassador area and can't reach the location of Lorraine and Lilith.

Eileen could only sigh, "Senior brother, good luck... With your abilities, no one can kill you. Not the Dreadlord, and certainly not the simple-minded orcs... Even if a demon descends, you can devour it completely, for you are the true seed of the demon..."

"As foretold in prophecies and visions, the people and souls of the other world will be tainted by the Shadow Seed... What is the essential difference between the Shadow Seed, the Demon Seed, and the Plague Seed?"

"Teacher Elwin said that the Lich King and Medivh were both chosen ones destined for misfortune. Lorraine, you are a child of destiny... You must face your fate, make choices, and one wrong step will lead to utter ruin... No one can truly help you..."

No one could understand the ramblings of the Forgotten Saintess Irene. She was surrounded by layers of undead guards, for Orgrimmar was not a paradise for the undead.

The area where the Shadow Rift is located has been sealed off!

Those trapped inside can only pray for their own good fortune...

After Eileen's delegation left, Thrall's advisors didn't disperse; instead, they gathered together to discuss something... Vol'jin was getting anxious:

"Great Chieftain, the alleyway area has been sealed off. I'm worried that the secrets underground might be discovered by treacherous individuals..."

Eitrigg shook his head: "The secret passages of the Great Beast's Lair will be revealed sooner or later. The problem now is how to deal with the plague. The Legion's fel magic must be manipulated by demon warlocks. We need to find the culprit, otherwise we won't be able to control this plague..."

Rega & Earthfury muttered indifferently, "The Dark Alley is a bunch of sinners anyway. What do we care about their lives? It would be better if they were all dead. Why should the Warchief bother with Gul'dan's remnants? He was too lenient back then, letting them gather in Shadow Rift, which has now become a dangerous area. Even without the plague, there are still monsters roaming in Ragefire Chasm... The safety of the secret passages has always been a problem."

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"With the Undercity delegation involved, and the assassins' methods so obvious, could it be that the true demons of the Burning Legion have truly descended? The Dark Portal is in our and the Alliance's hands. Besides the Dark Portal, could there be other portals? I think that's unlikely... We've already eliminated quite a few remnants of the Burning Legion, and scouts report no signs of large-scale demonic activity..."

Thrall shook his head, pointing to the map, where the Kalimdor Horde and Alliance territories were marked on the sand table, including some unknown areas under contention.

"The Night Elves have achieved a brief peace with us over the years. As long as we don't cut down trees, they allow us to mine the Barrens. Jaina's minions and goblin merchants sell our resources to the Alliance. We also obtain timber and food from the Eastern Kingdoms. However, this underground trade has no absolute guarantee, and our people still live in hardship..."

Vol'jin nodded. "Our territory is all barren land. The forests are in the hands of the elves, and the places with mineral deposits are all dangerous. We can only advance into the desert to the south and Demon Valley to the north. They're not doing this for our sake... it's just that these places are already occupied by other races: centaurs, desert trolls, ogres, humans, harpies..."

Eitrigg analyzed, "This Legion's spells or poisonous methods must have originated from warlocks. I've seen Gul'dan use similar fel magic before; such magic should only exist in Outland. I suspect there must be a spy among the people they brought back..."

Upon hearing this, Sal closed his eyes, smoothed his graying braids, and then suddenly opened them wide: "Impossible. Mag'har's grandmother said that none of the returning tribesmen had drunk demon blood..."

"Does refusing to drink demon blood prove their loyalty? We've been separated for far too long..."

"Yes, is Gul'dan really dead?"

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