Before long, however, Sylvanas noticed more and more elite centaur troops concentrating in the direction of Yu Lin Bloodhawk's advance.
"Oh? Interesting!" Sylvanas mused. "Are they deliberately drawing all the elite centaurs over there so they can swallow them in one bite? That doesn't sound much like my brother-in-law! That fellow is stingy, protective of his own hide, and downright terrified of dying. Forcing his way through like that is bound to cause considerable losses. How could he bear it? Could this be the Old High Priest's idea?"
Sylvanas thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "Tell the troops to widen the opening we left in the encirclement. Leave the centaurs fleeing toward it alone, too. Have everyone drive as many of the centaurs in front of them toward the Bloodhawk City Lord as possible, and prepare to pursue them once they rout."
A guard ran off to relay the orders.
"The Old High Priest really does have a way with him. He actually got that stingy fellow, who treasures his own life so much, to fight this desperately. How interesting! But why is he doing this? A steady advance would break the centaurs sooner or later anyway." Sylvanas turned the matter over and over in her mind.
Suddenly, Sylvanas remembered the mysterious scrutiny that had appeared above the Valley of Trials.
Neither of the two centaur appearances looked like a coincidence. Could they be connected to that mysterious scrutiny? And did the Old High Priest's actions this time have anything to do with it? Surely he did not think the leader of these centaurs was connected to whoever had been watching them!
In truth, Sylvanas had always felt there was something strange about that brief, mysterious scrutiny over the Valley of Trials. She could not explain exactly what was