The Horde Thanks the Alliance

Cenarion Hold, Alliance camp.

"Goodbye, and thank you for your contributions to the world." Malfurion, his face hidden behind his great beard, bid farewell to the Alliance forces. He first shook Varian's hand warmly, then shook hands with the leaders of the various Alliance nations. Deren was the last.

Seeing the smug look on his face, Deren knew that as merely an adviser to one city, he had not caught Malfurion's attention. Especially since he had no real skills and needed protection when fighting insects, he was basically living off others. It was only natural for Malfurion to look down on him. So when he stepped forward to shake the Archdruid's hand, he improvised a little.

"Archdruid, the Alliance handed out sixteen thousand gold coins in rewards yesterday. How about reimbursing us? After all, this was for saving the world!" Deren shook hands with the horned Archdruid and quietly asked.

Malfurion's hand stiffened around Deren's. Shock appeared on his bearded face, and his forced smile froze. "Adviser Deren, you must be joking. We Druids are guardians of nature."

Sure enough, Druids were not easy to deal with. In short, they had no money to give and no lives to spare.

Deren was not angry. This was what a normal Druid should be like. They went on and on about nature and balance, as if they were detached from worldly concerns and above everyone else.

But was it really all so pure and clean? Judging from Malfurion's attitude toward the Orcs during the An'qiraj incident, he truly seemed to stand above racial hatred. He did not seem to care at all that the Orcs and Night Elves had slaughtered each other in Ashenvale until corpses piled up like mountains.

Either such people had truly become gods and forgotten mortal troubles, or