Pearlfin Village

It took Sylvanas quite some time to drive off the monkeys. Only when reinforcements arrived did the battle truly end. The Silver Covenant had lost some men, but they had completed their mission.

The naval admiral remained unconscious, so Sylvanas could not question him for the time being. However, someone else was still awake.

"Then what kind of creature are you?"

Even after living in Theramore for twenty years, she still disliked the smell of fish, much less tall fish-men. Sylvanas could tell that they were intelligent beings with a culture of their own, but the way they twisted their heads made her deeply uncomfortable.

The Murloc babbled in a strange language, and the female elf hurriedly cut him off. "All right, I have no idea what you're saying. You're a prisoner too, at least. Hurry up and leave."

The Murloc seemed to understand her meaning. He launched into another stream of incomprehensible speech, patting his chest with one hand and pointing in a certain direction with the other.

"You mean there are more of your kind nearby?" Sylvanas considered it for a moment. What she needed most right now was local help—preferably a guide who could provide her with a map.

She summoned a soldier and had him follow the Murloc to find his people.

Before long, her men returned. The soldier she had sent out looked immensely relieved, making the female elf mistakenly think he had been threatened.

"Was the situation bad?"

"No." The soldier shook his head. "It's just that I really couldn't understand their language."

Sylvanas frowned. She had left Theramore in such a hurry that she had forgotten to ask a Pandaren from the Alliance to serve as an interpreter. In Pandaria, Pandaren should know how to speak with the creatures here.

"So what was