Father and Son Parting

Leiluo's trump card was Trundle. Trundle had contacted Leiluo long before Leiluo sent troops to aid the Forsaken. Now that the Horde couldn't commit its full strength against the Alliance, this trump card was enough to make the Alliance abandon the war.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Leiluo couldn't help missing the good old days with Varian. The kid had been a bit reckless, but at least he'd known when to lie low and build up his strength. As soon as something happened to him, the Alliance had gotten carried away.

Leiluo knew why the Alliance had grown so arrogant. Garona had sent word that Khadgar's awakening had led the Alliance to believe that, having inherited Medivh's power, Khadgar could turn the tide single-handedly. That was true, but with the High Elves joining the Horde, the Horde had no trouble sparing someone to keep Khadgar occupied.

And the Alliance with the Night Elves was nothing more than empty promises. With Illidan on their side, the Horde could also keep tabs on the Night Elves. Never underestimate Illidan's charm. That was how Leiluo learned that Tyrande's husband, Archdruid Malfurion, had taken most of the Night Elf Druids with him in response to his teacher Cenarius's call, returning to the Emerald Dream to investigate what had gone wrong there. With Malfurion and so many Druids gone—and Cenarius unable to spare a hand to help—the Night Elves were like someone who'd gone seven rounds in one night. They couldn't even keep the Horde occupied. If Leiluo wanted, the Horde could march straight to Astranaar.

The Night Elves had the power to restore Azeroth. Leiluo had to consider the greater good, and he also didn't want the true enemy to learn how strong the Horde was. So he had to keep a low