Solution

After giving his speech, Dath'Remar returned to his room.

He noticed a headache as soon as he woke up in the morning, but he forced himself to get up because he knew he had things to do that day.

But once he got up, his negative emotions were amplified.

This is why his emotions are unstable.

"Ouch, my head's killing me again," Dath'Remar said, rubbing his head.

Dath'Remar suppressed his headache, shook his head, and walked out the door. He had many things to do and couldn't waste this time.

Dath'Remar stepped out the door, where many Highborne were busily packing their belongings.

This scene was full of everyday life, but to Dath'Remar it was all too noisy, and a nameless rage burned within him.

"My lord, most of them have finished cleaning up now," Daren Theron reported to Dath'Remar.

But Dath'Remar ignored Theron's words, his eyes fixed on the Highborne coming and going. To Dath'Remar, the Highborne were now extremely conspicuous.

"My lord? What's wrong?" Theron asked, approaching Dath'Remar.

Dath'Remar shook his head, suppressing the fire of anger within him.

"I'm fine, Daren just has a bit of a headache," Dath'Remar said, rubbing his head.

"You should rest more."

"You should go and rest; your health is more important than anything else," Theron said, helping Dath'Remar up.

"I will rest after the people have settled down; it's not possible now." Dath'Remar's eyes had now regained their original clarity.

"Let's put that aside for now. What we need to do now is make sure everyone is ready."

"But are you really alright?" Theron asked again.

"I told you I'm fine right now! Don't you understand?" A dark glint flashed in Dath'Remar's eyes again, and then anger surged up once more.

Dath'Remar's sudden outburst of rage startled Theron, who immediately knelt down and repeatedly apologized.

The surrounding Highborne were also drawn by Dath'Remar's roar and turned to look.

When Dath'Remar's guards saw their master suddenly become angry, they quickly began to explain to those around them and started to disperse the Highborne who were watching the commotion.

Soon, thanks to the actions of Dath'Remar's guards, the Highborne crowd of onlookers was dispersed.

Dath'Remar realized that his behavior had gone too far and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on, wondering what was wrong with him lately.

After recovering, Dath'Remar quickly Theron, who was still kneeling on the ground, to his feet.

"I'm sorry, my brother, I didn't control my emotions just now."

"It's alright, sir. I was just being nosy," Theron said.

"I've been so tired lately, and I haven't been able to control my emotions well."

"I will take a break, but I can't rest right now."

"Your will," Theron replied.

He couldn't help but feel even more admiration for Dath'Remar, realizing that his leader's concern for the people had reached a level he had never imagined.

"Let's go, General, let's check on the situation in the camp first," Dath'Remar invited Daren Theron.

"Of course, sir, this way." Daren Theron stepped forward to lead the way for Dath'Remar.

The scene then shifts to Jarod's side.

Jarod relayed Snyder's orders to all the Hand of the Bright Moon, and all the Bright Moon trusted Snyder implicitly.

When the Highborne sent someone to tell Jarod and the Hand of the Bright Moon it was time to eat, none of the Hand of the Bright Moon moved.

Jarod stepped forward and explained to them.

"We won't eat lunch. It's a habit of the Hand of the Bright Moon that we don't eat before a campaign," Jarod said, telling a lie that even he himself couldn't believe.

"This..." The Highborne representative was clearly baffled by this reason.

"Okay then, we'll pack up the food for you as dry rations. We've prepared a lot of food; we won't be able to finish it all if you don't eat it."

The Highborne offered a solution to the problem.

"Agreed." Jarod agreed to the Highborne representative's proposal, since his reasoning would fall apart if he disagreed.

"Then send a few men over to pack the food into the magical pouches." The Highborne representative gestured for Jarod to send a few soldiers.

"Okay." After saying that, Jarod turned around, told them what to do, picked out a few clever soldiers, instructed them on what to do, and then sent them to collect the food with the Highborne representative.

Jarod touched his head, realizing he was indeed still bad at lying.

He took out the leaf of Faledor from his pocket. "When should I give you to Naisha?" Jarod thought to himself.

Meanwhile, Snyder was also communicating with the Will of Azeroth.

Snyder sat on the bed, trying to calm himself down.

Snyder entered a mysterious state, and in Snyder soul world, he encountered the Will of Azeroth.

"Why have you come here? Have you encountered some trouble, or do you wish to continue your cultivation?" the Will of Azeroth inquired.

"I've encountered some problems," Snyder told the Will of Azeroth why he had come.

"Wait! Don't speak yet." The Will of Azeroth interrupted Snyder, and she walked towards Snyder.

The Will of Azeroth paced around Snyder, occasionally approaching Snyder as if to sniff something.

"No doubt about it, they still smell as awful as ever," the Will of Azeroth said with a look of disgust.

"What is it?" Snyder asked, puzzled by Azeroth's actions.

"Why do you smell like the Old Gods?" the Will of Azeroth said, looking at Snyder.

"The Old Gods?" Snyder wondered, wondering how he could be connected to them.

But then he thought about it again and realized it might be related to his advice to Jarod last night, or something he might have gotten involved with back then.

Snyder recounted everything that had happened the previous day and Dath'Remar's strange behavior to the Will of Azeroth.

The Will of Azeroth drew its conclusion after listening to the explanation.

"Your friend has likely been affected by the residual power of Zakajz that remains here."

"Your men wiped it out, but some of its forces still managed to escape."

"They lie in wait here, waiting for their revenge."

"But Tyr also left some forces here, and the two forces are locked in a stalemate."

"If you don't come, they will disappear in a few thousand years."

"But you came, Apophis, the representative of Tyr's power, fulfilled his wish and disappeared. With his disappearance, Tyr's power also dissipated."

"This gave Zakajz's remaining forces an opportunity for revenge."

"What should I do to save him?"

There's only one way left.