Urgency

Had she not asked for anyone's opinion? Marla could hardly believe her ears. Had Tatsel become arrogant to that extent?

Although Veronalara, Meryl, and the others had no authority to deploy or manage the navy, the other leaders still had the right to know the movements of the troops.

Cleya cried out, "The Eastern Kingdoms! What is she going there for? Does she want to attack the Alliance?"

"That's obvious," Calila replied. "She's been unable to restrain her desire to retaliate against the Alliance for a long time."

"But she isn't Grommash. She hasn't lost her mind enough to start a war for no reason," Marla argued. She looked toward Veronalara, wanting to know why.

"Yesterday morning, a bloody conflict already broke out in Ratchet. Humans openly provoked us. Gazlowe locked up all the troublemakers."

"Then the dispute should have been settled, shouldn't it? Goblins have the right to maintain order in a neutral city and stop fights."

"That wasn't a fight!" Veronalara roared, startling Marla. The Dark Ranger commander had always been calm. Still, Marla had to admit that this was the first time she had seen her so agitated. A dead woman's throat could actually produce such a loud voice.

"More than thirty Forsaken died."

Everyone fell silent. Even Meryl's eyes held anger.

"No matter how serious the situation is..." Marla deliberately spoke in a calm tone, contrasting Veronalara's rising voice, "Tatsel shouldn't have acted so rashly. Where in the Eastern Kingdoms did she go?"

Veronalara shook her head helplessly and turned to Meryl.

The mage spoke. "She went to Southshore."

"The Alliance's only remaining northern port stronghold in the Eastern Kingdoms? Has Tatsel gone mad? Most of the people there are civilians and survivors from Lordaeron," Cleya shouted.

"She only sees its strategic value. To ensure victory,