Azeroth: Clash on the Raging Seas
Chapter 290

Stop Cursing, Stop Cursing

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The peace talks were held north of the Sun Sanctum, on the main road connecting northern and southern Eversong Woods.

This was also the main approach to the Sun Sanctum.

The Amani Trolls assembled north of the road, while the Order of the Silver Hand formed ranks to the south.

Two square wooden tables stood in the middle of the road.

On the tables lay two copies of a Ceasefire Agreement drafted well in advance, written in Common.

At this stage of the fighting, neither the Amani Trolls nor Lordaeron's Silver Hand had any reason to refuse to sign the agreement.

For the Amani, forty thousand civilians were in the human army's hands. Any change in the situation would inevitably throw their troops into turmoil. If that happened, the great counteroffensive Zul'jin had spent years lying low and preparing would come to nothing.

With the Royal City lost and his people slaughtered, Zul'jin would have no retreat left. A defeat on the front lines would then put the Amani at risk of extermination.

Humans were a hypocritical race with no credibility whatsoever. Zul'jin dared not gamble on them.

For Uther and Tirion, the Ceasefire Agreement meant nothing beyond its immediate purpose. They urgently wanted to rescue the hundreds of thousands of civilians from Stratholme. That was their responsibility not only to the trapped civilians, but to the entire kingdom of Lordaeron.

With the Scourge Plague sweeping across the kingdom, public confidence was already shaky. If Stratholme's civilians perished in a war between Elves and Trolls, riots could very well break out in Lordaeron.

Whether out of faith or loyalty to Lordaeron, the Order of the Silver Hand would never allow that to happen.

On this fundamental question of right and wrong, Uther and Tirion were united. They would neither concern

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