"...Lady Sylvanas! You... you really came back, Lady Sylvanas!"
Hearing that familiar voice, Lor'themar immediately recognized who it was.
The temporary commander turned around and indeed saw a familiar face. The Ranger-General stood proudly atop a huge boulder, gazing into the distance with her familiar arrogant look. She drew her longbow and fired three arrows at once, bringing down three more death knights.
Then Windrunner lowered her head to look at her old subordinate.
"Of course I came back. If I hadn't, how would I have seen such pathetic command from you? You actually let the lackeys of that fallen prince toy with you like this. What a disgrace you are to me!"
Rather than feeling insulted by that familiar scolding, Lor'themar felt reassured, as if Sylvanas's return meant he no longer had to bear such a heavy responsibility, as if Silvermoon City could be saved.
But after that relief came overwhelming self-reproach.
"Y-yes, Commander, I'm sorry. It was my fault. I was too naive, too careless. I failed to see through the enemy's scheme. If I had been more cautious, if my arrangements had been more perfect... I... I have failed your teachings... I'm unworthy of being your adjutant, even less worthy of commanding them... You should command the rest of the battle, or else..."
Seeing her adjutant so troubled and self-blaming, Sylvanas frowned and sternly cut him off.
"Is that your plan?" At that moment, her voice was as cold and merciless as Frostmourne. "Is this how you intend to deal with a grave mistake?
"You make a mistake, then do nothing but wallow in regret and self-reproach before handing your responsibility over to someone else and making them clean up your mess... How cowardly. How utterly lacking in responsibility. How could His Majesty have chosen you to