"Someone was looking for me?" Deren asked strangely.
"There!" Onyxia nodded toward the door.
Deren saw the door open, and the Windrunner Sisters walked in.
"Oh!" Deren felt a headache coming on. He had forgotten there were still two elves here. They must have taken a liking to the new weapons.
He wiped his face and tried to greet them with a smile. "Welcome, welcome. You performed quite well today."
Sylvanas stepped forward, her eyes fixed on Deren as she said word by word, "I need that kind of weapon. You know what I mean!"
"Hehe, it's not impossible, but it's still not mature enough. Once it's officially issued, you'll be in the first batch," Deren hurriedly explained.
"Not mature?" Sylvanas's slender brows rose. "Didn't it work very well today? I went to see the scene afterward. The Goblins carried out a huge pile of corpses, all torn to pieces. Why do you say this weapon isn't mature? Are you lying to me?!"
Her voice grew stern on that final sentence.
"Ahem." The Black Dragon coughed unhappily, expressing her displeasure. "What are you making such a fuss for? Why would Deren need to lie to you?"
Under the Black Dragon's intimidation, Sylvanas had no choice but to rein in her temper. She sat down with Vereesa and said helplessly, "Fine. I believe you wouldn't lie to me. Tell me exactly what's going on."
Deren explained again about Picric acid being unstable. He said that what had been used yesterday was merely a prototype.
"Fine, then. When you have an official, stable product, make sure our Rangers are the first to use it." Although Sylvanas did not understand some of the terms, she roughly grasped Deren's meaning. The current grenades were extremely dangerous. They were just as likely to blow up