Food Money Makes a Fine View

Jaina was happily chatting with Thrall, the two old friends catching up. Meanwhile, Deren was observing the exchange of prisoners between the two sides.

The Black Dragon quietly moved closer to Deren and asked in a low voice, "Why are these elves so bad at fighting? The Orcs captured so many of them."

"Ah." Deren sighed. "Don't let the Orcs' simple minds fool you. Their combat strength is no joke. They have all those muscle-bound brutes for close combat, and Shamans who commune with the elements for magic. Back then, Stormwind City was nearly destroyed. It took the combined efforts of the human kingdoms, along with internal Orc strife, to finally defeat them. The elves overestimated themselves and had factional conflicts on top of that. How could they possibly beat the Orcs under those circumstances?"

"Then what about us..." Onyxia asked worriedly.

"Don't worry. Theramore has the Alliance behind it, so we have the advantage in troop strength alone. And with Teacher Aegwynn here, she alone can protect Theramore. If it really comes down to it, we also have the mages of Dalaran supporting us. If Thrall dares set his sights on us, we can play them to death even without you Black Dragon siblings getting involved." Deren spoke dismissively. Theramore lacked neither magic, Holy Light, technology, nor financial resources. What did the Orcs have to compete with them?

"That's good! The key is that Theramore has my man here too!" The Black Dragon chuckled. "That Orc Great Chieftain is said to be very clever, but he is still not one ten-thousandth as capable as you."

"Hehe." Deren smiled sheepishly. Being praised by his Black Dragon Companion made him rather happy.

As they chatted, someone stepped out from the Night Elf ranks and waved to Deren.

Deren took a look