"That's absolutely impossible, I refuse."
Countess Liadrin blushed with anger, her chest heaving violently.
Lor'themar was very displeased. His tone was low and his voice stern as he said:
"Liadrin, you should know that all of this is for Azeroth, for the great Savior Thrall. Personal honor and disgrace are nothing compared to the greater good. Forget writing an ambiguous reply; even if I asked you to marry Dar'Khan, you must agree. Otherwise, you will be the Destroyer of Azeroth, and as the Regent of Silvermoon City, I will be the first to kill you."
Liadrin's beautiful eyes were filled with tears:
"Dar'Khan is a traitor to Silvermoon City. It's fortunate we didn't believe him, otherwise Silvermoon City wouldn't be where it is today. Why should I compromise with a traitor?"
Lor'themar raised her eyebrows and said with pride and self-satisfaction:
"Silvermoon City's happiness today is something we created together."
A group of Orcs guards suddenly rushed in, grabbed one of Lor'themar's guards, knocked him unconscious, and dragged him to a corner.
Before long, the sounds of guards wailing and begging for mercy, along with the chewing sounds of Orcs, could be heard.
The leading Orcs officer, having eaten his fill, picked his teeth contentedly and defecated on the throne that Lor'themar had meticulously crafted.
This was retaliation from Eitrigg, Orcs, unable to see Lor'themar, turned Silvermoon City into a Dining Hall and public toilet.
Even with the backing of the Pit Lord Mannoroth, Lor'themar dared not negotiate with Eitrigg; he was lucky to even protect himself.
Sacrificing the lives of the people of Silvermoon City to win the favor of the Orcs is a very worthwhile deal.
Lor'themar ignored this, sat directly on the throne, and said in a firm and resounding voice:
"We have all paid a price for Silvermoon City's happiness today, Liadrin. Writing a reply is nothing."
When Liadrin saw Lor'themar's example, she seemed dazed and slightly wavered.
It's important to know that Lor'themar was notoriously fastidious, and the fact that he tolerated the Orcs running rampant in his Royal Palace came at a considerable cost.
"I'm sorry!" Liadrin bowed and admitted her mistake. "Silvermoon City's happiness today is hard-won, and I cannot destroy it with my own hands."
Unsatisfied with their meal, the Orcs rushed over and grabbed one of Liadrin's female guards.
The female guard clung tightly to Liadrin's leg, weeping and pleading.
Liadrin stood tall and looked ahead. The female guard was dragged away by the Orcs, her limbs were cut off, and she was quickly devoured.
Lor'themar nodded in satisfaction and said with relief:
"Liadrin, I'm so happy that you have such awareness. Look, the people of Silvermoon City are praising us loudly; it is we who have created a happy and fulfilling life for them."
The streets were filled with Blood Elves being chased by Orcs.
They went to the Royal Palace for help, but even the palace guards were in dire need of protection.
They wanted to escape Silvermoon City, but the city gates were tightly shut, and the guards, under orders from Lor'themar, forbade any civilians from leaving.
This lavish Feast will continue for three more days before Eitrigg can vent his anger.
Liadrin sighed:
"Alright, I'll write back immediately, but I must make sure he knows how fortunate Silvermoon City is today, and that there's absolutely no way he can go back to Silvermoon City now."
Lor'themar said smugly, "That's right, we'll prove to him that his choice was wrong, terribly wrong."
The End of the World Inn in Shattrath City.
Lor'themar delivered Countess Liadrin's reply to Dar'Khan.
The envelope carried an alluring fragrance, not some strange body odor, but rather Liadrin's high-end perfume.
Dar'Khan unfolded the letter, read it carefully, and raised his eyebrows:
"Unbelievable! Even the proud Countess writes ambiguous letters. She actually said she's long harbored feelings for me, but fate has played a cruel trick on us, and we're destined to be apart. However, it seems she doesn't welcome me back to Silvermoon City."
Lor'themar said seriously:
"The people of Silvermoon City are far happier than before, Dar'Khan. You sided with the Scourge, and the Countess forbade you to return to Silvermoon City to protect your dignity. It was your own choice, and you must persevere, even if it means gritting your teeth."
"I really don't understand, when did I get to go back to Silvermoon City?" Dar'Khan said, bewildered. "Lor'themar, you have too high an opinion of yourself. Orcs are like Dining Hall, a public toilet. I'd rather stay far away from them than turn into Orcs excrement."
Lor'themar roared, "You're so selfish! How could the Elves have such a heartless scoundrel like you? Being eaten by the Orcs is also a way to save Azeroth!"
"Fine, there's no point in arguing any further." Dar'Khan laughed dismissively, tearing Countess Liadrin's reply into pieces and tossing them aside.
"What are you doing?" Lor'themar asked in surprise.
Dar'Khan smiled.
"It's nothing. I just wanted to test how far you'd go for Thrall. For someone as proud as Liadrin, getting her to write an ambiguous reply is harder than killing her. This shows that the Orcs and Thrall hold a place in your hearts far exceeding your own dignity; Thrall can take everything away from you at any time."
Lor'themar blushed, but still tried to argue.
Dar'Khan waved his hand, refusing to argue. "Further discussion is pointless. As you wish, I will take you to see Akama."
A long queue stood outside an old house in the Lower City, many people craning their necks and looking on with anticipation under the scorching sun.
Lor'themar stood there stunned for a full minute. Most of the people in line were Blood Elves, with only a small number of Night Elves.
What are they doing?
Dar'Khan said with a half-smile, "The Illidari are recruiting students; even those who don't qualify can enter the Pleasure Gardens."
"Illidari, filthy Demon Hunters, Pleasure Gardens, by the Holy Light, that is the disgrace of the Blood Elves!" Lor'themar's face contorted with rage. "How could proud Blood Elves do such a thing, Dar'Khan, you traitor, you scum, you will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history!"
Dar'Khan replied indifferently, "I'm just trying to find a way for them to survive. Do you expect me to go back to Silvermoon City and become Orcs food with you? Especially after you abandoned them."
"What's wrong with being Orcs food? It's a great honor." Lor'themar sensed something. "Are you saying I abandoned them?"
Hearing the commotion, the Blood Elves in line all turned around and, upon seeing Regent Lor'themar, unanimously revealed hateful glares.
"Rebellion! Rebellion!" Lor'themar roared in fury. "I am the greatest king in Silvermoon City's history! I brought the Sin'dorei unprecedented prosperity and happiness, and this is how they look at us? Wait, where did these strange Blood Elves come from? I don't remember ever hearing of such a group of Blood Elves."
Dar'Khan glanced at him and said:
"They once roamed the Quel'Thalas Island, where they were brutally exploited by Brutallus, Mindless Mana Addiction Sufferers their mana from them."
Lor'themar was struck dumb, muttering to himself, "This is impossible."
Dar'Khan took a deep breath and said, "After they were corrupted, I was the one who saved them, Lor'themar. Don't you realize that yet?"
Lor'themar staggered, unable to believe that Mindless Mana Addiction Sufferers could reverse the situation, and followed Dar'Khan as if she had lost her mind.
The selection was handled by three Demon Hunters and two Naga from the Pleasure Gardens.
Akama is also in the old house, where he is responsible for security.
Dar'Khan pointed to Lor'themar and exchanged a few words with Akama.
Akama nodded and went to the backyard with Lor'themar to talk.
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