A tall Orc was arguing fiercely with Sylvanas, who was leading the group. The Ranger Captain pointed at the document in his hand and said disdainfully, "The tax receipt in here needs the stamp of the City Hall contract office. Go back, complete the process, and come again."
"It's just one missing stamp, and you're detaining my goods over it? This is blatant harassment!" the Orc cursed furiously.
Sylvanas cautiously took two steps back. "Don't come any closer. Careful, or I'll arrest you for attempting to attack the guards."
After the previous assassination attempt, Sylvanas not only wore the Blue Dragon scale armor her little sister had given her every day, but had also assigned more personnel. Even during cargo inspections, everyone remained on alert, afraid that another assassination attempt might catch them off guard.
As for becoming too frightened after the assassination attempt to trouble the Orcs again? This was Queen Sylvanas—the kind who only grew braver with every setback. Besides, the Orcs were still suspected of conspiring with the assassins. So she became twice as meticulous in making things difficult for Horde caravans.
Seeing the elves draw their weapons, the Orc had no choice but to stop. He said stiffly, "My lady, we're really in a hurry. We're pressed for time. It's only one missing stamp—we can make it up next time, can't we?"
The Orcs were equally speechless about the City Hall's new stamping regulations. For some reason, Theramore had suddenly introduced many new trade procedures and added stamping requirements that had never existed before. This gave the Elf Rangers even more excuses to hold back cargo.
"Captain Sylvanas, what's happening here?" Jaina walked up to the crowd gathered around the dispute and greeted them first.
Sylvanas snapped to attention and saluted, then quickly explained what had