Why Don't You Go Home? [Daily 10k Words Requested]

When the Alliance Expeditionary Force reported to Malfurion that the Hive'Zora had been completely cleared, funeral pyres were still rising in the Orc camp.

After more than half a month of hard fighting, the Alliance had completed its mission, while the Horde was still struggling at the Rego Insect Nest. Though they carefully lured out small groups of Qiraji each time for ambushes, casualties still occurred. By now, the Horde had lost more than ten people. Almost one person died to the insects every day.

So when Malfurion convened a joint meeting to commend the Alliance's clearing efforts, Saurfang remained silently seated. His heart was simply too heavy.

The Archdruid praised them, "The Alliance's work has been remarkably effective. The Hive'Zora has now been confirmed cleared."

He began with praise, but then came the crucial "however." "However, the black flames used during the clearing process do not accord with the way of nature. The stench and smoke of burned insects still linger in the sand. I hope this discordant practice can be resolved in the future."

Varian and the rest of the Alliance said nothing. Only Jaina rose to her feet. "Great Druid, guardian of nature's balance, we will follow your teachings."

It was enough to make their words sound nice. As for whether they would actually do it in the future—next time they used Thermobaric Bombs, they could just say they were using them to eliminate this unnatural method of roasting.

Malfurion was very satisfied with Jaina's statement. He nodded with a smile. "May nature shelter you."

Deren could only lower his head, afraid Malfurion would see the sneer on his face. *What a double standard. If you care so much about nature, then you do it yourself. The moment the Alliance used fire against the insects, he came