Where Do Thoughts Come From

Amid the swirling snowstorm, the party continued forward with difficulty.

Fortunately, the Alliance vanguard was made up of elite soldiers and heroes from various races. Even in such terrible weather, they still advanced toward Ulduar step by step.

"Your Majesty, the Horde is locked in fierce battle with the demon army at Icecrown Citadel. Both sides have suffered casualties, but this is only a probing engagement for now. The demons hold the terrain advantage, while the Goblins are assembling siege engines."

Varian stood atop a roadside boulder, listening to the intelligence officer's military report. He nodded and looked down at the army still trudging onward below. "Very good. Keep monitoring them. Don't be afraid of the trouble. Make sure there are enough drake scouts watching the direction of Icecrown Citadel every day."

"Yes!"

He then issued a new order. "Have the mages of Dalaran establish at least two observation posts in Crystalsong Forest. At the same time, monitor the Orcs at the Frozen Throne and the dragons at Dragonblight Temple.

"I want to ensure that our rear is absolutely secure. Report immediately if you discover any danger."

"Yes!" The intelligence officer also understood the severity of the situation.

Their conversation was soon drowned out by the howling wind and snow.

Varian stepped down from the boulder. Wrapped in a heavy coat, Sargathas waited shivering in a sheltered spot below.

"A wise move, my liege—" The Evil God clearly had exceptionally sharp hearing; she had heard their entire conversation from below. "No one in this world can be trusted. It's always safer to send more of your own people."

Varian's expression darkened. "Not even you?"

Sargathas: "..."

Seeing the elf girl's embarrassment, Varian stopped teasing her. He stepped forward, swept his cloak around her shoulders, and used his tall body to