Had Yu Lin Bloodhawk been there, he would have been utterly stunned by the change in Vereesa. If he had known nothing of her thoughts, he would certainly have marveled at how profoundly war could change a person. Even a sweet, well-behaved girl like Vereesa had now become something of a bandit, practically a match for her second sister, Sylvanas.
"How many orcs were brought in today?" Sure enough, the Little Witch Vereesa had arrived punctually at the Temporary Prisoner Detention Camp again that day, leading one of her elite ranger squads.
"Only about fifty orc prisoners have arrived so far," the commander of the Temporary Prisoner Detention Camp said.
"Why so few today?" Vereesa asked with a frown.
"I don't know. Perhaps something has changed on the front!" The camp commander thought for a moment, then added, "There shouldn't be so few under normal circumstances. Shouldn't you make some preparations, Third Young Lady? If General Alleria suddenly sends you orders, will you have enough time? The Vanguard has already crossed more than half the Swamp of Sorrows and is approaching the two-thirds mark. However slow the orcs might be, and however secretly we march, it will certainly be difficult to keep news from getting out as completely as before."
Vereesa waved a hand. "Once we're at the front, new orders can come at any time. There's no question of being prepared or not. When orders arrive, we have to move immediately. But none have arrived yet, have they? Fifty orc prisoners it is, then. I'll interrogate them first. Where are they being held? Take me there."
The camp commander pointed at a large tent. "Over there. Are you still confiscating Soul Shards and identifying orc warlocks, Third Young Lady?"
"What else would I be doing?" Vereesa replied calmly.
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