Chapter 212: Chapter 212 Bad News
“The envoy from the Forgotten was soone I could never have anticipated.
Sylvanas—she actually ca in person.
Originally, the plan for this assembly, which was to gather the leaders of various races or faction leaders from across Azeroth, was for these leaders to attend in person, making the inauguration ceremony of the Salvation Army even more grand. However, due to concerns about the Fallen Apostles launching another ambush and taking out the leaders who had left their bases, we had to change our plans at the last minute and agreed with the races to send soone with considerable prestige from within their ranks instead. Clearly, after the attack a few days ago, the leaders of the races were also worried about this issue, so they agreed to our arrangent without surprise. That’s why the delegates who arrived today were all people I had never heard of in the ga before.
At that ti, Sylvanas had agreed to my plan and we had even already decided on whom she would send. So why has she co herself now?
The arrival of the Undead Race also elicited various reactions from the representatives of other races. The representatives of the Naga Clan showed curiosity. Regarding the Undead Army, these rfolk, who had never left the Endless Sea, didn’t have much of an idea. In fact, due to changes in the storyline, I even suspected that, if we hadn’t appeared, so blind fellow would probably never interact with the Naga Clan for his entire life. These rfolk also didn’t know how long they would stay in the Endless Sea before appearing on land. On the other hand, the reaction of the Dragon Clan to the Undead delegation was appropriately cautious and relatively moderate. As a group of old ‘people’ whose ages could flip through the history of human civilization several tis, they had a broader vision and a more thorough understanding of issues than other life forms. Although they were cautiously aware of the identity of the Undead from the Forgotten, they still remained calm and objective until the latter showed any sign of danger, which was quite reassuring to .
The reaction of the delegates from the Horde was even more serene. Among them, several Beastn even nodded to Sylvanas and the others who had just erged from the teleportation gate. Unlike the various races on the Eastern Continent, these residents of Kalimdor had not suffered from the ravages of the Catastrophe Army. To them at present, the Undead were rely a race without much concept. Moreover, Sylvanas’s successful rebellion against her forr master, the Witch Demon King, had certain similarities to the Beastn’s earlier resistance against demonic blood control. This also engendered so positive feelings in these giants towards the Forgotten.
But the reaction from the Alliance delegates was sowhat intriguing.
Of course, none of them showed any friendly intentions towards the Forgotten, but at least, the few Dwarf and Gno envoys did not show any malice. Or rather, they were very calm, knowing what the overall situation called for and understanding that becoming allies with the Forgotten was an inevitable trend. However, the leader of the delegates, a Holy Knight nad Victor, displayed unmasked disgust and hostility, even placing his hand on the hilt of his sword several tis—was this guy a fool? Was the Alliance rely looking at this guy’s noble status to appoint him as a Racial Envoy?
Knowing that every Racial Envoy’s action at this eting represented their entire race, the fact that the Human Racial Envoy was soone who harbored great hostility towards the Undead made start to wonder what the old n in Stormwind City were thinking…
Regardless of how the Uncle Knight reacted, I took the initiative to walk up to the delegation of the Forgotten, accompanied by Alaya, who had previously gone with to Dark City.
“Sylvanas, why have you co here in person?”
I asked curiously while surprisingly noticing a hint of almost imperceptible concern in Sylvanas’s eyes—could such an expression appear on her face? My impression of Sylvanas was always of a calm, composed Dark Queen who, even under the pincer attack from the Remnants of the Scourge and the Bloodthirsty Crusaders, never showed any signs of panic. So why would she reveal such a look today?
Vaguely, I seed to have a premonition, but unfortunately, I was not a Demi Immortal like Lin Xue, so I had absolutely no idea what was going on inside the Forgotten.
Sylvanas’s red eyes stared intently at , while several Undead Guards behind her intermittently swept their cautious gazes over the Angel Sister, who had been quietly floating behind and whose mouth corners were twitching from maintaining a smile for too long.
“I’m afraid I’ve not brought any good news,” Sylvanas finally said quietly, “This ti, I have co seeking your protection with the only soldiers I have left…”
“What?”
I couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise. The proud and ruthless Queen of the Forgotten actually saying such a humble plea?
Sylvanas sighed, hesitated for a mont, and then finally said quietly, “Valimas has betrayed us, and Dark City… Now I can only bring the five thousand Undead Warriors who have fought desperately to protect as we escaped…”
Sylvanas didn’t lower her voice, seemingly unconcerned with keeping the matter a secret because the incident was so shocking that it was completely impossible to keep hidden—a military coup is a hot topic that can spread through any channel.
“Ssss—,” I gasped, cursing inwardly: This damned plot, can’t you be a bit more reasonable?
Before leaving Dark City, I had already used the prophecy from the Divine Race’s God of Prophecy as a reason to inform Sylvanas about the future betrayal involving the Royal Alchemist Society and Valimas, but at that ti, Sylvanas and I both thought that it would happen in the distant future. Therefore, we decided to temporarily keep those who, although will betray, were still very valuable at the mont, but… damn, who knew the plot of this world would derail to this extent!?
Sylvanas’s words were heard loud and clear by the Racial Envoys paying attention to this matter, and it probably wouldn’t be long before this incident becos a report on the racial leaders’ tables. I also figured out Sylvanas’s purpose in bluntly telling all this: Facing such a catastrophic disaster, if Sylvanas couldn’t find strong enough protection quickly, the power-hungry factions from all sides would definitely seize the opportunity to eliminate her. In the original plot, Sylvanas found refuge in Orgrimmar, but in this world, where she just recently beca independent with no allies, Sylvanas placed her last hopes on .
She’s really going all in now.
Without much thought, I knew this matter couldn’t be divorced from our current enemies—to be exact, it had to do with the leaders of the Fallen Apostles. The Burning Legion had likely beco a gun in the hands of the Fallen Apostles, and what we truly needed to face were those forr Xyrin Apostles who had transford into the Abyss. Clearly, after figuring out our movents, the leaders of the Xyrin Apostles finally took action and pulled a brutal move: crippling The Forgotten.
Right after Sylvanas told this terrible news, Lin Xue suddenly walked up to quickly, whispering, “Got so bad news for you, wanna hear?”
“I just found out, the internal rebellion of the Forgotten has been moved up.”
Lin Xue looked up, a bit surprised, then chuckled, “Oh, now there are two pieces of bad news…”
I thought for a mont, then suddenly realized, “You have another piece of bad news!”
Everyone: “…”
Lin Xue suddenly gave a noogie and gritted her teeth, “Can’t you be serious at a ti like this? Or is your brain really that slow!?”
“Okay, okay, go on, go on…” I hurriedly put on a placating smile to appease this ferocious woman who might blow a fuse on at any mont, and made a face of rapt attention before she decided which combo to hit with.
“That’s more like it,” Lin Xue smirked then boasted, “Just now this Immortal was observing the stars at night…”
“It’s dayti, but go on, go on…”
“Really asking for it… Anyway, just now this Immortal was observing the stars—I forget the rest, I’ll just say it, the enemy is about to fix that thing.”
“What thing?” I asked absentmindedly.
“A Space Transmitter—the Legion level Space Transmitter! It’s a giant teleporter that will allow Akmonde and Kil’Jaeden to enter Azeroth as easily as going to the bathroom!”
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