Requirements

Lirath understood the logic, but still couldn't grasp Zul'ra's words. However, this didn't stop him from forming some thoughts: if Quel'Thalas continued on its current path, it would inevitably face division.

One of the biggest sources of danger for internal division in Quel'Thalas is his own sister, Sylvanas, who is determined to make him the leader of the Sin'dorei, and he must make a choice about it.

Thinking about his sister's and his own choices, Lirath quickly formed his own ideas. He was now going to find Rommath and Lor'themar, but before that, he solemnly thanked the Trolls in front of him.

"Thank you, Zul'ra Jin." Lirath looked at the Trolls in front of him, feeling inexplicably guilty for his earlier attitude. To be honest, although he wasn't very familiar with this Trolls, the troll had saved him several times, back in Goldenmist Village and Silvermoon City.

"No need for thanks. Speaking of which, you saved me once!" Zul'ra waved her hand dismissively as she looked at the young man's sincere attitude. To be honest, when she rushed to Silvermoon City's aid, if this guy hadn't helped her shoot that acolyte in time, she probably would have been killed on the spot.

"I saved you?" Lirath was slightly surprised when he heard Zul'ra's words. He didn't remember when he had saved her!

"Hmm, you forgot? In Silvermoon City, in the plaza in front of the Court of the Sun, I was cursed by a the Scourge acolyte. I lost feeling in one leg, and because of my immobility, I was suppressed by the Undead and almost died. Luckily, you shot and killed that Lirath in time," Zul'ra recalled.

"... So that's how it is." Lirath listened to Zul'ra's words, he couldn't help but recall that a monk he had casually shot had indirectly saved Zul'ra.

"But that's what I should do, after all, you came to help me back then." Lirath wasn't arrogant at all, thinking that his indirect help at the time made him someone else's savior.

"But you did save me, didn't you!" Zul'ra shook her head with a smile.

"That's correct." Lirath looked at Zul'ra, who was in a relaxed state, and nodded with a smile.

"Let's talk about these things later! We've talked enough, and I think you should have something to do too, right?" Zul'ra looked at Lirath, whose expression had relaxed, waved her hand to stop the conversation, and after he nodded, she smiled and pointed in a direction.

"Perfect timing, I also have things to do."

"What are you going to do?" Lirath asked instinctively when he saw that Zul'ra had something to do.

"Simple, just talk to your sister. By the way, what about you?" Zul'ra spread her hands slightly. The conversation with Lirath went smoothly, so now it was time to talk to the person in question.

"I need to go see Mr. Lor'themar and Rommath to discuss some matters, so let's part ways here!" Lirath gave a knowing look, knowing that the Forsaken were now colleagues of the Horde with Amani.

"Keep it up, good luck." Zul'ra gave Lirath a thumbs up, then turned to go find Sylvanas.

"... Zul'ra Jin, you're going the wrong way. You should be going this way." Lirath called out to Zul'ra as he turned and walked away after saying those words, then pointed him in the direction of Sylvanas.

"Uh, I'm a little unfamiliar with this place." Zul'ra turned around awkwardly, looked at the Elves lad who was trying not to laugh, and explained with a sheepish smile.

After leaving Lirath, Zul'ra followed his instructions and left the secluded place. Guided by the guards along the way, he found Sylvanas's location, a corner of the Dawnstar Spire, a corridor guarded by Elves Undead.

After asking the undead Undead for an audience, Zul'ra was led into a dimly lit room at the far end of the corridor. Sylvanas was alone in the dimly lit room, and it seemed she was also prepared for a private meeting.

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"Speak!" Sylvanas sat on a chair in the shadows, crossing her straight, rounded right leg over her left, her silvery-white eyes fixed on Zul'ra.

"What can we say?" Zul'ra looked at the Queen of the Undead sitting in the chair in the dark corner, put the cigar she had gotten from Lostro into her mouth, took a couple of puffs, and the cigar tip lit up automatically.

"You are sabotaging my operation and disobeying the orders given to you by the Warchief!" Sylvanas stood up as she looked at the troll puffing on his cigar, his demeanor Trolls. Her ethereal, cold voice carried a hint of anger.

"Sylvanas, don't forget what the Warchief's orders were!" Zul'ra looked at the Undead woman who stood up and approached, suppressing the urge to cough, holding the cigar between her fingers, and blowing the smoke into her face.

"And what are your actions?"

"I'm trying so hard to get the Sin'dorei to join the Horde, and you're sabotaging my efforts." Sylvanas stared at the Trolls in the smoke, barely suppressing the urge to strangle him.

"I didn't see any of that. All I saw was you painstakingly tearing the Sin'dorei apart. And that tactic of Lirath's today, that was your doing, wasn't it? What was your purpose? Do you want me to tell you?" Zul'ra pointed at Sylvanas with her smoking cigar and asked another question before she could answer.

"Do you plan to do the same in future Horde wars?"

"Do you Trolls have the right to reproduce your race, while we Forsaken do not?" Sylvanas asked coldly, glancing at the cigar pointing at her. She then snapped off the smoking end of the cigar, threw it on the ground, and rubbed it twice with her boot, as if she were crushing a person rather than smoke.

"Yes, but don't you think what you're doing is going too far? Your reproduction is built on the death of others?" Zul'ra threw away the half-smoked cigar in his hand. He didn't smoke it; he just used it to provoke Sylvanas.

"Excessive? Reproducing one's own kind is the duty of every species. I see nothing immoral about it." Sylvanas watched as Zul'ra nonchalantly tossed away the end of her cigar, her voice so cold it was almost chilling.

"If you do this, you'll incur everyone's hostility, and might even be wiped out." Zul'ra looked at Sylvanas's silvery-white eyes, with a hint of blue in the pupils, making them look like the gray eyes of a dead person at first glance. However, these eyes were filled with a warmth and light that the dead do not possess, even though they were cold.

"The Forsaken will never surrender," Sylvanas replied without hesitation.

"Perhaps I should have opposed Thrall accepting you in the first place," Zul'ra said coldly, looking at Sylvanas who showed no hesitation.

"Then you'll probably spend the rest of your life regretting it."

"Now, immediately cease all actions that could lead to the division of Quel'Thalas." Zul'ra ignored Sylvanas's words and made her own demand.

"You're threatening me?" Sylvanas said, enunciating each word clearly, a red light surging beneath the skin of her face and neck, converging into her silver eyes.

"No, it's a requirement. If you don't want to be abandoned by the Horde, or even by all living beings, even the Sin'dorei, your dear brother!" Zul'ra looked directly into Sylvanas's red-glowing eyes and spoke very solemnly.

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