The council chamber of the Black Temple was shrouded in shadow.
Hidden in the hazy mist were two rows of enormous figures, indistinct and occasionally emitting eerie laughter, with countless eyes focused on the visitors.
Sylvanas, dressed casually, laid down her weapons at the entrance and stepped into the terrifying council chamber.
In the darkness, the terrifying creature held its breath, its powerful aura radiating majesty.
Suddenly a bright light flashed; it was a lantern, emitting a green glow, and flew straight to Sylvanas's head.
"Sylvanas, leader of the Forsaken, Dark Lady of Undercity, you actually dare to come."
The voice was devoid of any emotion, as if it were talking about something unrelated.
"Of course I'll come. Nothing is off-limits for trade," Sylvanas said with a faint smile.
Strange laughter rang out from both sides, sounding like mockery or boasting, in a language Sylvanas did not understand.
"You want this soul, don't you?" A chain hung down from the ceiling, binding the transparent soul.
"Nathanos," Sylvanas whispered, her excitement barely concealed.
With a hissing sound.
A beam of light shone from the front, illuminating Illidan, who sat in a chair, holding the Skull of Gul'dan in his hand.
"I rescued him from the Shadowlands, and I have some connections with the Jailer of the Maw," Illidan boasted subtly.
"Is Uther here?" Sylvanas asked angrily. It was Uther's stubbornness that had put Nathanos in danger.
"Uther's soul has entered Bastion in the Shadowlands, where he awaits Arthas's soul."
Sylvanas was somewhat confused. "It was clearly the Orcs who killed Uther, and we all know Arthas was innocent."
"The Shadowlands are just as full of human relationships. Uther insists he was killed by Arthas, Bastion can only grant him his wish." Illidan scoffed, "Some people die, yet still fear the Orcs. Reincarnation is a ridiculous thing; it's nothing more than being oppressed life after life."
"That's a real shame!" Sylvanas said. "Tormenting Uther's soul would surely be a pleasurable experience."
"What will you offer in exchange?" Illidan asked.
"The Horde," Sylvanas said simply.
Illidan slowly raised his head. "I saw the river of time, and occasionally fragments of the future appeared before me. The days of the Horde are not over."
Sylvanas smiled gently, "Of course, I haven't ascended to the position of Warchief yet, so how can it end here?"
"You are very ambitious. If you weren't Undead, I would certainly give you a higher status." Illidan stood up, raised his glass, and said, "A toast to our cooperation."
A beautiful Blood Elf served her fine wine. Sylvanas stared at the green liquid in her glass, which emitted Fel aroma, and smiled faintly.
"Cheers!" Sylvanas downed her drink in one gulp. "After capturing Hellfire Citadel, the Horde target is Zangarmarsh. Thrall has a grand scheme in mind."
Illidan raised an eyebrow. "This is interesting. I'm looking forward to Thrall's performance. Nathanos is free."
Nathanos returned to Sylvanas's side, where the Dark Lady had already prepared an Undead body for him.
"You don't need to do anything," Illidan instructed. "Just compile the latest intelligence on the Horde into a booklet, then burn it with the Fel Fire I taught you, and I'll receive it."
Sylvanas exhaled a ball of Fel Fire, her face slightly pale. She knew that this strange Flame came from the drink she had just had.
"It's a pleasure working with you," Sylvanas said.
Nazgrel, leader of the Thrallmar Vanguard, has once again become a great hero of Azeroth.
Two five-person adventurer teams were dispatched to raid Infernal Ramparts and Blood Furnace.
Later, twenty-five elite soldiers were sent into Magtheridon's Lair and killed Magtheridon, the Pit Lord.
Nazgrel created a miracle in the history of warfare, capturing the heavily fortified Hellfire Citadel with zero casualties.
No general in the history of Azeroth has ever done that.
Nazgrel humbly delivered his speech in Orgrimmar.
First, he praised the wise leadership of the great Savior Thrall, saying that without Thrall, there would be no Nazgrel today.
Thrall was like a second father to him, even closer than his biological father.
Then, it was the Horde adventurers who were able to fight against hundreds of enemies single-handedly to achieve such remarkable results.
With Hellfire Citadel in hand, Nazgrel found himself facing a problem.
The newly developed third-generation Fel Orcs have all been sent to the Black Temple, while the first and second-generation Fel Orcs that remained in Hellfire Citadel have surrendered to the Horde.
These Fel Orcs were infected by Fel; their skin was blood red, their pupils were red, and their skin grew thorns resembling those of Demons.
They have very bad tempers and are fearless; they will rebel at the slightest dissatisfaction.
In addition Fel Orcs expend enormous energy and must eat meat at every meal.
Although it contained the flesh and blood of hundreds of thousands of adventurers, it simply couldn't sustain the damage for long.
Hellfire Citadel's supplies originally relied on Zangarmarsh, which was managed by Vashj.
Zangarmarsh is rich in vegetation and teeming with animals.
After Hellfire Citadel fell into Horde hands, it became reliant on Orgrimmar for supplies.
However, Orgrimmar, which does not engage in production, is also struggling financially.
Eitrigg's solution was to wage war and wear down the Fel Orcs.
The target is Zangarmarsh, the closest swamp to Hellfire Peninsula.
In Zangarmarsh, Ysiel Windsinger, leader of the Cenarion Expedition, gazed at the misty sky.
The Cenarion Circle is Druid doctrinal organization in Azeroth.
Although it is an organization native to Azeroth, it remained neutral, just like Dalaran, during the Orcs invasion.
Although Ysiel Windsinger is a Night Elf, she is Malfurion's junior by seniority.
However, she had completely betrayed the Night Elves.
Especially Battle of Mount Hyjal, the most difficult time for the Night Elves, Ysiel Windsinger led a group of Druids away and publicly declared neutrality, which dealt a huge blow to the Night Elf race.
Battle of Mount Hyjal, the Cenarion Circle was effectively split.
One faction, led by Malfurion Stormrage, was the Emerald Dream faction, while the other was the Peace Dove faction, primarily composed of Tauren Druids.
Although Ysiel Windsinger is Night Elf, she is an important member of the Peace Dove faction and secretly serves the Horde.
The fall of Hellfire Citadel was a major victory for the Horde, but a disaster for the Cenarion Expedition.
The Horde, in the name of saving Azeroth, demanded that the Cenarion Expedition provide supplies to Thrallmar.
Unfortunately, the Cenarion Expedition only controlled the area around the camp and could not provide sufficient supplies.
Ysiel Windsinger sighed deeply, not knowing what to do.
A Tauren Druid came to report that Thrall's life advisor Eitrigg, had arrived.
Ysiel Windsinger rushed out to greet them, only to see Eitrigg tearing apart a Druid with a cruel grin.
"Azeroth faces a life-or-death crisis; the Cenarion Circle must Consecration."
Iser pleaded, "Please enlighten me, sir."
Eitrigg came up and slapped Iser across the face, leaving her face covered in blood.
"Useless! If you can't even handle this simple task, I'll devour all the Druids in Cenarion."