"Well!"

As soon as Chaldea finished speaking, behind him, the young orc Thrall opened his eyes suddenly. He sat up from the hospital bed panting. There was still a trace of fear in his blue eyes. Obviously, what just happened

The nightmare is still affecting him.

Thrall's eyes swept over the people in front of him, and finally rested on Lexa. The young orc struggled to stand up, but Chaldea pinned him down on the bed. The archbishop said gently:

"You need to rest, child. The influence of evil spirits on you is all-round. Your spirit is as tired as your body..."

"No! No, human, I thank you, but... now is not the time to talk about this!"

Thrall looked at Rexxar. He seemed to be concerned about the humans standing here. Rexxar saw Thrall's hesitation. The legendary orc hero said in a deep voice:

"Say it, Thrall, everyone here is trustworthy."

"Oh well."

Thrall took a deep breath. He was still a little dizzy. The toxins on the Naga weapons were still affecting him. He said with difficulty:

"Those Janna raided us, and we had already solved the misunderstanding... The death of Cenarius Demigod had nothing to do with the missing Chief Grom. It was the devil's conspiracy... But the appearance of Naga...

Everything is messed up, Azshara...Azshara is back, yes, those elves are afraid of her, and she is very powerful."

Sal's words made Miss Dryad raise her head suddenly. She wanted to say something, but the next moment, Sal threw out a more terrifying fact:

"The great chief...the great chief was captured by the elves. That elf general, her name is Rige, and she is with Naga! She is a servant of that evil spirit! She is contaminated..."

"What?"

Miss Lunala screamed, and the dryad took a step forward. She stared at Sal with her beautiful eyes:

"Are you talking about Miara Sunsong? The defense commander of Mount Hyjal?"

"I don't know what her name is, but I heard the Archdruid call her General Sunge, that should be her..."

Sal glanced at Miss Dryad, lowered his head and said softly:

"I'm sorry, your archdruid, Mr. Malfurion, was captured by Azshara... I saw it before the breakout. He was going to fight Azshara, but he was not Azshara.

The opponent..."

What Sal said made everyone in the room look at each other. Even the most shocked Archbishop couldn't help but take a breath. There were basically no real fools present. The situation in front of him was already very clear... the direction of the matter.

It has obviously exceeded everyone's expectations. The orc chief was captured by the elves, the elf archdruid was captured by the Naga, the demon is still framing the orcs, and there is a high-ranking traitor among the elves...

"The hatred derived from elves and orcs...is inevitable."

The archbishop closed his eyes and said with a compassionate expression:

"Once Orgrim dies on Mount Hyjal, everything will be irreversible... The conspiracy of the ancient gods and demons is engulfing the northern territory of Kalimdor. Once the orcs and elves start a war, the human empire will not be able to survive alone.

Already."
Chapter completed!