Six Hundred Thirty: One Million

Alleria had such a strong desire to serve as an envoy to the Horde because she truly had Quel'Thalas's best interests at heart. But that wasn't the whole story—she also had a touch of selfishness.

Eight years ago, Alleria had traded a squad of rangers and the technology behind rune arrows to Leiluo in exchange for the return of her two younger sisters. But the proud Alleria couldn't accept the fact that she'd been threatened. So for the past eight years, she had kept tabs on the Horde. She knew everything Leiluo had done in Kalimdor. And because of that, the former Ranger-General, who had never known defeat, had grown deeply curious about the opponent who had once made her "take a loss." Alleria wanted to see Leiluo again and find out how the Orc she had once thought so little of had become King of Kalimdor.

That's right: King of Kalimdor. The Horde now controlled more than half of Kalimdor's territory, and the Night Elves had even entered into an alliance with them. In Alleria's eyes, calling Leiluo King of Kalimdor was no exaggeration.

The news that Alleria was going on a diplomatic mission couldn't be kept from her younger sister Vereesa, who lived with her. When Vereesa learned that her Big Sister was going to visit the Horde, she insisted that Alleria take her along. The reason was obvious. Alleria had no choice but to give in. On the day she departed, Silvermoon City assembled an army of twenty thousand, led by Countess Sophia, and sent them toward Windrunner Outpost.

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