"Enough." Rend had more or less understood what the Horde leaders meant: Stormwind was not to be spared, or at the very least, it could not be let off lightly.
Stormwind had a population of over a million. Wiping it out was impossible. If Rend did that, he would undoubtedly become a public enemy of Azeroth, and the human kingdoms would certainly unite against him.
As long as Anduin Wrynn remained alive, even if Stormwind's people were exiled, with Marshal Windsor assisting him, the young lion Anduin Wrynn could absolutely establish a new kingdom on another land, just as the Orcs had.
Weakening them through force and making them sign all sorts of treaties? It might seem effective, but the history of his homeland had clearly taught Rend that such methods could not resolve conflicts. They merely buried them, and unresolved conflicts would erupt again someday.
Hearing Rend's rebuke, not only did the Horde leaders fall silent, but even Anduin Wrynn, who had wanted to continue arguing, quieted down.
Everyone looked to Rend, waiting for the Warchief to make his final ruling.
"Anduin, you've seen it too. It's impossible to spare Stormwind the way we spared Theramore. Even as the Horde Warchief, I will not go against the Horde's interests."
Rend's words utterly crushed the young lion Anduin Wrynn's hopes. His strength left him, and he collapsed onto the ground. Vanessa VanCleef hurried over to support him.
"Father... does it really have to be this way? What about the millions of humans in the Kingdom of Azeroth?" Vanessa VanCleef understood that she was human. At the very least, she wished to secure land for the people of Westfall.
Rend rose calmly and waved a hand. A blueprint of the cosmos appeared before everyone's eyes. Countless planets floated within the vast