The Black Dragon finally asked, "What kind of grudge did those two have in the past?"
Deren hesitated, considering whether to tell her. But when he saw Onyxia's gossip-hungry gaze, he knew that secrets like this would leave her itching with curiosity and unable to sleep at night. For the sake of his own sleep and health, Deren decided to sell out those two elves.
He said softly, "Do you remember how I wanted to save Sylvanas from the very beginning, starting with that time in Silvermoon City?"
The Black Dragon nodded. "Yeah, you'd been planning to save that long-eared one for a long time. And Chromie said that if you hadn't saved her, she would have become the Queen of the Banshees and brought endless disasters to the world."
Deren said with a sigh, "Yeah, there was no helping it. I kept thinking about my peaceful retirement life in the future. The roots of those disasters had to be snuffed out before they happened. Sylvanas did far too many terrible things in the original Timeline. Just thinking about the hatred she formed with the Night Elves was horrifying."
"Did she steal Tyrande's green-haired woman?" Sylvanas asked curiously.
Deren laughed at her question. "She burned the Night Elves' World Tree. Tell me, wouldn't Tyrande go mad over that?"
"She burned the World Tree? Was Sylvanas insane? What good would that do?" Onyxia asked in confusion.
Deren shook his head. "Maybe even she herself didn't know what the purpose was at the time. After all, you've experienced it yourself—you split Jaina into two against your will. How many things do you pieces on Azeroth's chessboard truly get to decide for yourselves?"
"That's true." The Black Dragon spoke with feeling.
Then she hurriedly asked, "What happens later, then? Shouldn't we let them