Deren said worriedly, "We don't need to worry too much on our side. After all, we're still maintaining a superficial partnership. And when the news gets out, we can visit him under the pretext of checking on him and see what's really going on. I'm just worried that the Night Elves might be fooled by Thrall."
Onyxia asked curiously, "Didn't you already warn Tyrande last time that Thrall being injured or even dying was likely a scheme to lure the elves into taking the initiative? Could they still fall for it?"
"Because of human greed. People are always willing to believe what they want to believe. They dream every day of retaking Ashenvale. Once news arrives that Thrall has been injured or has even died, even with Tyrande's orders, there's no guarantee she won't be persuaded by her subordinates to attack," Deren said with a sigh.
Jaina asked, "Should I send them another message and remind them?"
Deren nodded. "Sure. We'll just do what we can. It depends on whether Tyrande herself can suppress that greed. Thrall's trick of playing dead might very well fool her. Of course, there are also unseen forces pushing things from behind. But Tyrande herself is Elune's High Priestess, so she has backing too."
"Forget it. I don't want to concern myself with this!" Black Dragon Companion had no desire to care about that ten-thousand-year-old High Priestess.
Jaina took out another document. "Theramore reported that traces of Undead have been discovered in the city. I investigated it. It's at the Windrunner family home—there's an Undead there, and Vereesa admitted that she took him in. City Hall is now struggling with how to handle it. The priests all recommend purifying him."
Deren rubbed his head in distress. His head was getting bigger again. After letting out