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Done ？ Done with what？ Tell me what it is you ve set in motion； Kristoff。
A chain of events that will drive the orcs from this world forever。 It is for the best； milady。 They do not belong in
this world； and
You idiot！
Kristoff reacted as if he d been slapped。 Lorena was no less surprised than the chamberlain。 In all the time she d
served under her； the colonel had never heard Lady Proudmoore speak with such vehement anger。
Zmodlor is a demon。 Do you truly believe that you will be able to stop him？ She pointed at the old woman。 This
is Aegwynn； the greatest of the Guardians。
Aegwynn snorted at that； but both the lady and Kristoff ignored her。
She was unable to pletely defeat Zmodlor at the height of her power。 What makes you think you ll fare better？
And even if you could； no goal is worth risking an alliance with a demon。 Their only purpose is to create havoc and
desolation。 Or was the destruction of Lordaeron not enough for you？ Must Kalimdor follow in its wake once this
war you seem bent on starting at Northwatch breaks out？
Besides； Aegwynn said； even if you had the means to destroy or banish Zmodlor； you couldn t do it。 You re in
his thrall。
That s absurd！ Kristoff sounded even more nervous now。 Ours is simply an alliance of convenience； and once
the orcs are gone
The orcs are our allies； Kristoff！ Lightning seemed to crackle around her golden hair； and a small breeze seemed
to materialize at her ankles； billowing the lady s white cloak。 That alliance was fed in blood。 And the demons
are the enemies of everything that lives。 How could you betray us betray me like that？
Kristoff was sweating profusely now。 I swear to you； milady； it is not a betrayal。 I was simply doing what was best
for Theramore！ The Burning Blade is simply a cult of warlocks under Zmodlor s direction that are bringing out the
natural hostility toward orcs。 They re doing nothing but abetting what s already there！
What about the orcs who are members？ Lorena asked。
What？ Kristoff sounded confused。
The orcs who attacked me and my troops at Northwatch； they were part of the Burning Blade and they were
orcs。 How do they fit in？
I Kristoff seemed to be at a loss。
Lady Proudmoore angrily shook her head。 How many； Kristoff？ How many will die to provide your perfect orc
free world？
Now Kristoff seemed to be on surer ground。 Far fewer than if we wait until Thrall dies and the orcs revert to type。
This was the only
Enough！ Now the breeze kicked into high gear； and lightning shot out from the lady s fingertips。
Kristoff screamed a second later； clutching his left shoulder。 Smoke started to wisp out from it between his fingers。
Instinctively； Lorena ran to Kristoff and ripped away the cloth of his shirt。
There was a tattoo on his shoulder blade of a sword on fire； identical to the ones Lorena； Strov； Clai； Jalod； and the
others saw on the orcs they fought at Northwatch。 The tattoo was now burning。
A second later； the tattoo was gone； leaving only charred flesh in its wake。 Kristoff collapsed to the floor like a sack
of suet； his eyes fluttering。
In a quiet voice； Aegwynn said； Zmodlor s gone。
Yes。 Lady Proudmoore sounded calmer now。 And my casting that exorcism spell likely alerted him to the fact
that we re on to him。
M sorry…
Lorena knelt down at Kristoff s side。 His words were barely a whisper。
Thought…what I did…of own free will…but Zmodlor…controlled…everything。 So…sorry…sorry…
The light faded from his eyes。
All three women stood in silence for several seconds。
The sad thing to Lorena was that Kristoff hadn t been a bad person； truly。 He had done what he thought best for
Theramore。 He had been doing his duty。 Of course； he had done it spectacularly badly； but his heart had been in the
right place。 That； in turn； made her feel guilty。 There had been times when she wished Kristoff dead； but now that
he was dead； she felt sad。
She looked at Lady Proudmoore。 We have to get to Northwatch。 If we re lucky； the war won t have started yet；
and maybe we can get the troops to stand down。 You ve got to do it in person； though； milady Major Davin won t
take orders from anyone else。
Lady Proudmoore nodded。 You re right。 I ll
No。
That was Aegwynn。 The lady gazed at her coolly。 I beg your pardon？
There s magic afoot here； Lady Proudmoore； and you re the only person in Kalimdor who can stop it。 Your
erstwhile chamberlain was right about one thing Zmodlor is a minor demon。 He was a sycophant of Sargeras s。
He doesn t have the power to influence so many people or to raze a forest and teleport the trees； if it es to
that。 Those warlocks Kristoff mentioned are the source of all this they re acting in Zmodlor s name； probably in
exchange for rare scrolls or some other such thing。 She shook her head。 Warlocks go after spells like an addict to
a poppy plant。 It s revolting。
We don t have time to go on a hunt for a group of warlocks； Lorena said。
Those warlocks are the source of all this； Colonel； Aegwynn said。
Lorena looked at Lady Proudmoore。 For all we know； milady； the fighting has already started。 If it hasn t； it may
at any second； if Kristoff was right about those orc and troll troops heading down。 Once the fighting starts； it won t
matter who or what caused it there will be bloodshed； and once that line is crossed； the alliance will be
permanently sundered。
Aegwynn also regarded the lady。 Time is of the essence。 You said yourself that Zmodlor knows that you re on to
him。 We have to strike now； before he has a chance to form a strategy against you。 And you can t be in two places
at once。
Then the lady smiled。 It was a radiant smile； one that Lorena took as something of a relief after the anger she had
displayed toward Kristoff。 I don t need to be in two places at once。 She walked to the entryway of her chambers。
Lorena and Aegwynn exchanged confused glances； and then followed。
When they walked in； they saw Lady Proudmoore rummaging through the scrolls on her desk； before finally saying；
Aha！
She turned around and held up a rock that was carved into an intricate shape。 Then it started to glow…。
Nieen
S ir； the orcs； they ve set up camp。
Major Davin started ripping out tufts of his beard； dress code be damned。 How many？
Shrugging； Corporal Rych said； Impossible to be sayin for sure； sir。
Davin closed his eyes and counted to five。 Take a guess。
Another shrug。 Lookout； he be sayin there s at least six hundred； sir but hard to say for sure； sir。 They be stayin
far enough back that they ain t violatin no borders or nothin ； but
At Rych s hesitation； Davin sighed and prompted him。 But what？
Well； sir； right now they just be sittin there； but I don t think that ll be lastin ； sir。 Specially once those boats
arrive。
Again； Davin sighed。 It seemed that sighing was all he did these days。 Dozens of boats carrying orcs and trolls alike
were seen heading south on the Great Sea a day ago； heading right for Northwatch。 They d arrive within a couple of
hours。
At that point； Davin would have a decision to make。
His instructions from Chamberlain Kristoff who； with Lady Proudmoore promised by these Burning Blade
people； was in charge were to hold Northwatch no matter what。
Davin had no idea how he was supposed to do that。
He hadn t even wanted to be a soldier。 True； he had an aptitude for violence that made him very attractive to the
recruiter who came to his village as a boy； but he was also a tremendous physical coward。 He managed to fake it
through training； mostly by virtue of never actually being in danger。 If it was just playacting； Davin had no
difficulties at all。 Use his sword on a straw dummy？ No problem。 But real bat against a fleshandblood foe？
Then he was hopeless。
So the first time he had faced off against a person； he had thought he d be doomed。 But he had lucked out by being
part of a particularly talented platoon。 Davin had done little when he had faced off against the renegade dwarves
who had e to his village to try to escape dwarven justice after a failed attempt to overthrow the existing
government。 But the rest of his platoon had done quite well； capturing or killing all the dwarves。 Davin had been
able to bask in the reflected glory of his rades。
Then the Burning Legion had e。
It had been awful。 People had died all around him。 Lordaeron had been destroyed。 Humans and orcs had fought side
by side。 The entire world had turned upside down。 Davin had never understood why Lady Proudmoore had chosen
to ally with the orcs they were devils； not significantly better than the demons themselves but nobody had asked
Davin his advice。
The worst day had been in some forest somewhere。 Davin hadn t even known where it was； only that he was there
with the tattered remains of his platoon； and they were trying to find a demon stronghold so some wizard or other
could learn its secrets。 Davin s job was simple： protect the wizard。 Everyone else was seeking out the stronghold。
Unfortunately； they found it。 The demons didn t take kindly to the noti