Sin'dorei Council

"Tell me, Alleria Windrunner," Garrosh said. "How many Blood Elf warriors have been sent to fight for the Horde? An approximate number."

Alleria saw through his lie. If the Alliance truly was collapsing on the Pandaria battlefield, Grommash would never ask other Horde members to share in his victory. The more he said so, the more it proved that the situation was far from optimistic.

"Not many, Great Chief. But that hardly seems to be my concern. Several of my advisors have been asking why more and more Sin'dorei members have been removed from the Kor'kron Legion in recent years. I thought you believed my people unworthy of joining the Horde's strongest army, but today I discovered that you treat us all equally. There is not a single Troll or Tauren in the Kor'kron either."

Malkorok growled at her. "Are you questioning the chief?"

"I have no such intention. But if the Sin'dorei make the chief's army difficult to manage or deploy, then there is no need for us to cause trouble."

The blazing sun hung high in the clear sky outside, and a slanting beam of light shone through a narrow gap in the hold's corridor.

Alleria held her head high and stared directly at the Orc seated upon the chief's throne.

Grommash studied her even more carefully. Alleria's words had carried no small amount of dissatisfaction and provocation toward him, yet Garrosh could find no reason to refute her for the moment. Malkorok might have been considering how to intimidate this woman, but it would be useless. Garrosh knew that, compared to Baine and Vol'jin, Alleria—who never revealed what she truly thought—was far more dangerous.

At last, Garrosh broke the silence.

"Let's be direct," he said. "Pandaria now needs the Blood Elves to join the fight. We have