Man, Silithus was an ugly place.
"Jixil?" he said to his companion, who was analyzing a hovering rock with the Spect-o-Matic 4000.
"Yeah?" The other goblin peered at the reading, shook his head and tried again.
"I hate this place.'
"Ya do? Huh. It speaks well of you." Glaring at the piece of equipment, the smaller, squatter goblin smacked it soundly.
"Ha-ha, very funny," Kezzig grumbled. "No, I mean it."
Jixil sighed, trudged to another rock, and began to scan it. "We all hate this place, Kezzig."
"No, I really mean it. I'm not cut out for this environment. I used to work in Winterspring. I'm a snow-loving, snuggle-by-the-fire, holly-jolly kinda goblin."
Jixil threw him a withering glance. "What happened to bring you here, instead of staying there, where you weren't annoying me?"
Kezzig grimaced, rubbing the back of his neck. "Little Miss Lunnix Sprocketslip happened. See - I was working in her mining supply shop. I'd go out as a guide for the occasional visitor to our cozy little hamlet of Everlook. Lunny and I kinda ... yeah." he smiled nostalgically for a moment, then scowled. "Then she goes and gets her nose out of joint when she caught me hanging around Gogo."
"Gogo," Jixil repeated in a flat voice. "Gee. I wonder why Lunnix would get upset with you hanging around a girl named GoGo."
"I know! Gimme a break. It gets cold up there. A guy has to snuggle by the fire now and then or he'll freeze, am I right? Anyways, the place suddenly got hotter than here at midday."
Sighing, Kezzig picked up the huge pack of equipment, slung it easily over his shoulders, and lugged it over to where Jixil was still hoping for positive results. He let the bundle drop to the earth, and there came the sound of delicate pieces of equipment clanking perilously against each other.
"I hate sand," he continued. "I hate the sun. And oh boy, do I really, really hate bugs. I hate the little bugs, because they like crawl in your ears and up your nose. I hate the big bugs because, well, they're big bugs. I mean, who doesn't hate that? It's kind of a universal hate. But my particular hate burns with the light of a thousand suns."
"I thought you hated suns."
"I do, but I -"
Jixil suddenly stifferned. His magenta eyes widened as he stared at his Spect-o-Matic.
"What I meant was -"
"Shut up, you idiot!" Jixil snapped. Now Kezzig was starin at the instrument too.
It was going insane.
Its little needle flipped back and forth. The small light at the top flashed and urgent, excited red.
The two goblins looked at the other. "Do you know what this means?" Jixil said in a voice that trembled.
Kezzig's lips curved in a grin that revealed almost all of his jagged yellow teeth. he curled one hand into a fist and smacked it firmly into the palm of the other.
"It means," he said, "we get to eliminate the competition."
----

Sylvanas Windrunner, former ranger-general of Silvermoon, the Dark Lady of the Forsaken and present warchief of the mighty Horde, had resented being told to come to Orgrimmar, like a dog that needed to perform all its tricks. She had wanted to return to the Undercity. She missed its shadows, its dampness, its restful quietude. Rest in peace, she thought grimly, and had to smother a smile. It faded almost at once as she continued pacing impatiently in the small chamber behind the warchief's throne in Grommash Hold.
A few years ago, Garrosh Hellscream had pushed to have a massive celebration in Orgrimmar to commemorate the end of the Northrend campaign. He wasn't warchief - not then. There had been a parade of every veteran who wished to participate, their path strewn with imported pine boughs, and a gigantic feast awaited them at the end of the route. Awards had been distributed, and the inns of the city flung open without limits to those who had fought for the Horde.
It had been extravagant, and expensive, and Sylvanas initially had no intention of following in the footsteps of Hellscream in not just this situation, but in any. He had been arrogant, brutal, impulsive. Sylvanas had loathed him and had secretly conspired-unsuccessfully, regrettably-to kill him even after he had been arrested and charged with war crimes. His decision to attack Theramore with a devastating mana bomb had the softer races wrestlin with their consciences. The only thing that had troubled Sylvanas about it had been the orc's timing.
When at last, inevitably, Garrosh had been killed, Sylvanas was pleased, though she still harbored regrets that she had not been the one to take his life.
Varok Saurfang, the leader of the orcs, and Bain Bloodhoof, chieftain of the tauren, had borne no love for Garrosh either. But they had pushed Sylvanas to make an appearance and at least some kind of gesture to mark the end of this war. Brave members of this Horde you lead fought and died to make sure the Legion did not destroy this world, as it had so many others, the young bull had intoned. He had been but one step away from openly rebuking her.
Sylvanas recalled Saurfan'gs thinly-veiled... warning? Threat? You are the leader of all the Horde-orcs, tauren, trolls, blood elves, goblins-as well as the Forsaken. You must never forget that, or else they might
What I will not forget, orc, she thought, ire rising in her anew, are those words.
She paused, her sharp ears picking up the sound of familiar footsteps. The tanned hide that served as a node to privacy was drawn aside, and the newcomer entered.
"You are late. Another quarter of an hour, and I would have been forced to ride without my champion beside me."
He bowed. "Forgive me, my queen. I have been about your business, and it took longer than expected."
She was unarmed, but he carried a bow and bore a quiver full of arrows. The only human ever to become a ranger, he was a superlative marksman. It was on reason he was the best bodyguard Sylvanas could possibly have. There were other reasons, too, reasons that had their roots in the distant past, when the two had connected under a bright and beautiful sun, and had fought for bright and beautiful things.
Death had claimed them both, human and elf alike. Little now was bright and beautiful, and much of that past they had shared had grown dim and hazy.
But not all of it.

One of the orc guards of the hold obeyed and stood at attention, his green face unreadable. "Warchief," he said, "it is time. Your people await you."
Your people. No. Her people were back in the Undercity, holding meetings, using her own gifts to them - their existence and their free will - to inexplicably refuse those gifts.
"I will be out momentarily," Sylvanas said, adding, in case the guard did not understand what was behind the words, "Leave us."
The orc saluted and withdrew, letting the skin flap fall into place.
Nathanos, ever patient, waited for her orders. He would obey them, she knew. She could, right now, order a group of any combination of non-Forsaken Horde warriors to march on the Undercity and seize the members of this ungrateful council. But even as she had the satisfying thought, she knew it would be unwise. She needed to know more - much more - before she could act.
"We will leave this topic for now," she said. "I have other things I wish to discuss with you."
"As my lady wishes," Nathanos replied.
They emerged, ready to begin the march. Sylvanas had taken care that no one referred to it as a "parade", lest they start having expectations of the one Garrosh had advocated. Varok Saurfang await her in the main area of the hold. With him stood an honor guard of veterans. Sylvanas would make a circuit through the city astride on of her bony skeletal horses, gathering different races and their leaders as she went. She was not fond of any of them, but Varok Saurfang was the one she gave grudging respect. He was intelligent, strong, fierce ... and, like Baine, loyal. But there was something in the orc's eyes that always put her on alert when she gazed into them. The knowledge that if she misstepped too badly he might well challenge her, perhaps even oppose her.
That look was in his eyes now as he stepped forward to greet her. He met her stare for stare, not even breaking eye contact as he executed a brief bow and stepped aside to let her pass before h e fell in line behind her.
As all the others would do.
Sylvanas nodded to him as she strode to where her horse awaited her. After swinging lithely into the saddle, she waved to the throngs of celebrants who crowded the streets of Orgrimmar. They cheered and waved back, swept up in the enthusiasm of the day.
Sylvanas did not fool herself that she was universally beloved. For her part, she did not have much interested in the Horde as a whole, although she took great pains never to let her true feelings show. She had led the Horde to a seemingly impossible victory, and for now, at least, it looked as thought its members were solidly with her.
Good.

简单总结一下
1)胜利之后奥格瑞玛举办庆典。希女王回忆起打败巫妖王之后吼少侠领头典礼排场。她觉得这样的典礼又花钱又没用，但没有办法。
2)女王自己不想出席，但大王和小牛强列反对。大王暗示如果不出席会失掉人心。萨尔继续神隐中，大王确定为兽人领袖。
3)和游戏不一样，女王当大酋长在奥格办公。
4)女王大酋长当的很不舒服，其他种族抱怨女王偏心遗族，遗族抱怨女王对遗族照顾不够。
5)女王对沃金很尊重，对他的死小有难受。但对沃金把大酋长的烂摊子给自己很不爽。女王对大王也有几分尊重。但她很清楚大王并不信任自己，会在自己越线的时候反对自己。
6)幽暗城里权力真空，一些遗族组成了Desolate Council管理日常事务。他们知道女王风暴峡湾的失败。但令女王大怒的是他们并不是因为获得瓦格里的行动失败而抱怨，他们完全是反对存续遗族的计划。
7)这个Desolate Council通过凋零者对女王传话要面见女王。现在尚不知道他们到底有什么诉求。
8)凋零者吐槽，谁要你给他们自由意志。
9)女王要调集资金准备下一步大行动。目标...
暴风城！！！
另外希女王的部分之前还有一段，应该是在希利苏斯有什么大发现 (估计不外乎泰坦之血古神遗迹一类的东西)，但信息量太小很难推断。
原主：elirana

请翻译

一直在等的大王兽人领袖的地位终于坐实了，只是巨魔的领袖依然未定。
希尔的大酋长当得确实不顺，被遗忘者以外的种族服从她但不信任她，被遗忘者又开始抱怨自己没娘疼
这个凄凉议会（个人暂译）里面都是些什么角色到挺让人好奇的，他们又是出于什么目的反对希尔的计划
以及最后的对暴风城的计划是什么.....总的来说挺有意思的，不知道后面还会不会有剧透

反对四风？
政治危机？
挥兵南下？
这什么鬼？戈登阿姨不是喜欢写感情戏吗？

越来越觉得联盟部落的矛盾都集中在被遗忘者了

女王第一次出了独立的小说，有意思，想买

啥意思，女王终于有主役的长篇小说了？可喜可贺！！不过这是不是就意味着副本又有新BOSS了