In particular, the three airships floating in the sky can not only carry out fierce artillery bombardment from a high position, but also throw various explosives to bombard the densely packed low-level undead like a tide, making them completely lose their numerical advantage.
After all, without the dense and fierce charge like a tidal wave, the offensive capability of the undead army can be said to have been greatly weakened.
The elite coalition forces composed of humans and dwarves can even defeat ghouls, zombies and skeleton armies that are four or even six times their own number by directly forming a battle array in the wild without relying on fortifications.
What's more, Calia also severely damaged the Lich King's first death knight, Arthas, who was holding the artifact Frostmourne, forcing the latter to lose an eye.
Plus there is Uther the Lightbringer and the Knights of the Silver Hand who escaped death.
Instead of the Alliance collapsing at the beginning of the Third War as in the original timeline, it showed signs of being able to regain lost territory and recover Lordaeron, just like during the First War of the Orcs.
A large amount of holy water was continuously transported from the rear of Stranglethorn Vale to the front line, which completely destroyed the plague, one of the two magic weapons for the Lich King's rapid expansion.
The transformation without the plague means that the Scourge can only effectively utilize the corpses and turn them into part of its own strength after completely defeating the enemy.
But if there is no way to win quickly or the battle turns into a tug-of-war, then all the destroyed undead will be burned and purified, and will never be able to be raised up as cannon fodder again.
This is undoubtedly a fatal blow, and also the biggest weakness of the seemingly invincible Scourge.
After all, it would take at least three brainless ghouls and zombies to kill an elite veteran.
If human veterans were assembled into arrays or even complex and large legions, this number would likely double or triple.
Therefore, the Scourge is not actually good at fighting protracted battles, but is better at launching unexpected sneak attacks and quick attacks.
Once they start to engage in positional warfare and a war of attrition, not only will they not gain any advantage, but they may even become increasingly weaker in the constant attrition.
After feeling the coalition forces' high morale, Baron Rivendare and several liches who commanded the Scourge forces occupying the capital of Lordaeron decisively abandoned their original plan to invade the south and chose to retreat and defend, not daring to easily leave the protection of the strong city walls and fortresses.
Because they knew very well that Ner'zhul's current goal was to capture Quel'Thalas and resurrect Kel'Thuzad as a great lich in the Sunwell.
The real elite main force has been taken to the north by Arthas and the dreadlord Tichondrius.
Especially those spider-like Crypt Demons brought back from Northrend in the far north. They are the only type of soldiers in the Scourge Legion that can pose a threat to air units.
And they were all transferred to the north to prepare to deal with the dragon eagle riders of the high elves.
As for gargoyles, which are created by combining necromancy and alchemy, they were not invented and deployed on the battlefield on a large scale until Kel'Thuzad became the Archlich.
The Frost Dragon had to wait until the end of the Third War, when Arthas once again sailed out to Icecrown Glacier and used the power of Frostmourne to kill and resurrect the blue dragon Sapphiron.
Therefore, the current Scourge can be said to be quite weak in terms of air power.
The only way to build an air defense system is to rely on the psychic tower and a large number of necromancers and shadow mages.
Although it is certainly enough to fight a defensive battle, its offensive capabilities are clearly insufficient.
If they encounter flying units such as the Griffin troops of the Dwarves of Eagle's Nest Mountain and the Dragonhawk troops of the High Elves, which have both high altitude and high speed, they will definitely suffer a loss.
Not to mention airships, which are aerial fortresses that can launch attacks from two or three thousand meters away.
However, Jia Liya knew very well that in addition to the intricate streets and buildings on the surface, the capital of Lordaeron also had a large area of sewers underground that were equally easy to defend and difficult to attack.
The Undercity that Sylvanas later built was renovated and expanded on this basis. One can imagine how huge the space inside it is.
Even if the entire capital was razed to the ground with massive amounts of explosive barrels and incendiary bombs, there would be nothing that could be done against the undead who would inevitably hide in the sewers and wait for an opportunity to counterattack.
If we insist on launching a ground attack, it will definitely cause huge casualties.
If the coalition forces suffered too many casualties, they would not be able to resist the huge number of undead scattered in Tirisfal Glades and the entire East Wilder region, as well as the growing main elite force led by Arthas.
So after discussion, the commanders from various kingdoms agreed to the current strategy of focusing on defense and supplementing with rescuing refugees.
They did not seek to recover the territory of Lordaeron in a short period of time, but simply wanted to save more surviving civilians.
In this way, on the only way from the capital of Lordaeron to Silverpine Forest, the coalition forces began to cut down wood and build increasingly solid fortifications with the assistance of Dalaran mages.
At the same time, three giant airships began patrolling over Tirisfal Glades and the Eastern and Western Plaguelands, delivering much-needed supplies to the towns that were still resisting, and picking up women, the elderly and children and sending them to a safe rear area.
During this time, Calia also accepted a paladin from the Duskwood in the southern Stormwind Kingdom as her deputy and guard, recommended by Uther the Lightbringer.
His name is Morgan Ladimore...
However, just as the coalition forces were busy gathering more troops and supplies in preparation for war, Arthas had already quietly passed through Stratholme under the cover of the dense forest, successfully entered the land controlled by the high elves, and vented all the anger that had accumulated in his heart on these proud pointed-eared ones.
As a result, massacres occurred one after another.
The high elves, who had spent thousands of years to multiply and grow, suffered an unprecedented blow to their population base in just a few days.
Those undead who were constantly killed and resurrected even left a plague-contaminated trail of death that ran through the Ghostland and Eversong Forest in a vibrant green forest during their march.
Looking at the plague victims brought from Felstone Farm, Dalson Orchard, Garron Farm and other towns in the eastern part of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, as well as the large number of zombies transformed by the massacre of elven villages, the abominations sewn together with broken limbs, and the shadows and ghosts twisted by fallen souls, the Death Knight, who had almost recovered from his injuries, finally walked out of the shadow of his previous defeat and escape, staring with his two eyes of different colors with a look of satisfaction.
Obviously, his other eye with a lavender pupil did not belong to him.
Instead, he would choose a favorite victim from among many others, dig him out and stuff him into his eye socket, then use evil necromancy to turn him into a part of the body.
Although it may not be as perfect as the original one, it is at least much better than the one-eyed one with a huge blind spot.
What's more, piecing together the limbs and organs of different people to resurrect into new undead creatures has always been the specialty of the Scourge.
Not to mention just one eye, even replacing the entire head would be no problem.
In addition to the cannon fodder made from corpses and bones, the subterranean demons that look even more hideous and terrifying are truly elite troops.
Although their numbers are not large, they have extremely high intelligence and the ability to spray sticky webs and death flies.
The former can wrap up the target and make it unable to move, while the latter can cause considerable damage to air units.
Most importantly, these bugs are very good at digging holes. They can dig an underground tunnel directly within a few hours, cross the solid wall and launch a surprise attack on the enemy's vulnerable rear from the inside.
It was with the help of these capable helpers that Arthas easily destroyed one town after another outside the magic circle.
Even the Amani trolls who saw him slaughtering the high elves and wanted to come over to form an alliance were not spared.
Basically, any creature that stands in the way of the undead army will be ruthlessly destroyed without exception. In the true sense, everyone is equal in the face of death, without any double standards at all.
Standing on a cliff, the Death Knight looked down at the screaming and wailing high elf civilians below, and said to the ghosts floating behind him without turning his head: "Look, I told you that these elves who think highly of themselves are nothing. They can't stop the siege of the undead army, let alone stop me from conquering Quel'Thalas and occupying the Sunwell."
“Don’t be careless.
Have you forgotten the trouble those elite scouts caused when we first entered the forest?
The magical power of the High Elves is extraordinary, even the magical kingdom of Dalaran cannot compare with it.
Especially the rune stones and magic barriers surrounding Quel'Thalas, which will block any approaching enemies.
The Amani trolls spent thousands of years trying to crack the secrets of the magic barrier.
What's more, Anasterian Sunstrider is a very powerful opponent, and Felo'melorn is also a powerful weapon comparable to Frostmourne."
Kel'Thuzad's ghost issued a solemn warning.
After all, he used to be a wizard in Dalaran, and he was very familiar with the high elves who taught magical knowledge to humans. He understood how powerful the power was hidden in this magical kingdom that seemed to have never expanded.
Especially after being nourished by the infinite energy of the Sunwell, the number of mages of the high elves is simply staggering.
The number of people who are qualified to be called grand wizards exceeds fifty, which is more than seven times the number of human grand wizards.
Of course, this is also due to the fact that humans have a relatively short lifespan, while elves can easily live for hundreds or even thousands of years.
When the human wizard dies of old age, the elven wizard of the same period can still live for hundreds of years, and even have a passionate love affair with the former's granddaughter or even great-granddaughter.
If the high elves gathered these powerful spellcasters together, the Scourge would most likely be destroyed by blizzards, meteorites, and magical fire that fell from the sky, just like the trolls thousands of years ago.
You have to know that with the Sunwell, an infinite energy source, as a backup, the elven mages never have to worry about running out of mana and can directly use large-scale destructive spells to defeat the million-scale Scourge.
The advantage in numbers is nothing in the face of the terrifying power of magic.
Arthas, however, disagreed, and retorted with a slightly contemptuous tone: "You are assuming that these elves are united, that Anasterian Sunstrider loves all his people, and that his people worship and serve him.
But you have also seen the collapse and destruction of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
My father, King Terenas, can be considered a diligent and caring man, right?
But what is the result?
There will still be many people who are afraid of death or who choose to betray for the sake of greater power and interests.
This time the high elves are no exception.
If there is one thing that I have felt most deeply since becoming a Death Knight, it is undoubtedly that mortals can be influenced, corrupted, and bought.
They have too many fears in their hearts, and also countless desires that cannot be satisfied.
In this respect, my legions and soldiers are much better.
After all, low-level undead don't need to think.
They don't need to know anything except obeying, and don't have to worry about loyalty.
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder, if I could kill all living things in this world, would I be able to establish an eternal kingdom of death?
Then I can be crowned as the eternal ruler of the entire world, the king of kings."
As he said this, Arthas pursed his lips into a creepy smile.
No doubt the massacre at Stratholme still had a profound effect on him.
It can even be said that it was a watershed in his life, and the cause of a 180-degree turn in his thoughts and cognition.
During this incident, the prince, whose mind was not yet fully developed, saw for the first time how fragile life was, and understood how ridiculous the kingdom ruled by his father was in the face of a more powerful force.
So whether it was for revenge or to gain more powerful power to dominate his destiny, he resolutely picked up Frostmourne.
Little did he know that this was exactly the beginning of him being manipulated and played around by fate.
As for the idea of establishing a kingdom of eternal death in Arthas' mind, it was nothing more than an illusory dream.
Just as Kel'Thuzad was about to give the Lich King's warrior some more advice, a high elf dressed as a mage suddenly came over escorted by several ghouls and a necromancer.
"What's going on? I don't remember giving any order to keep the prisoners." Arthas asked coldly.
"Wait! Don't kill me! I can tell you how to break through the barrier and find the Elf Gate, as well as how to enter Silvermoon City."
The elven mage hurriedly shouted to the supreme commander of the Scourge.
After all, he didn't come here at the risk of his life to lose it, but to gain more knowledge and power, and to take revenge on the Silvermoon City Council that refused to acknowledge his talents and contributions.
The Lich King behind Arthas keenly captured the darkness and distortion emanating from the heart of the elven mage in front of him, and immediately whispered to his warriors through Frostmourne.
After just a few seconds, Arthas changed his attitude and asked with interest: "Do you want to betray your country and race and serve the Scourge?"
"Yes! I hate those high-ranking councillors who are in office but do nothing, as well as the ridiculous and corrupt censorship system in Silvermoon City.
As long as you are willing to accept me and grant me the forbidden dark knowledge and power, I will be willing to help the Scourge break through Bandinorel, the magical barrier that has protected Silvermoon City for thousands of years and successfully blocked the invasion of trolls.
I will honor you as my master, pledge my loyalty to you, and dismantle the magical defenses of Quel'Thalas from within."
The high elf mage expressed his dissatisfaction with the existing ruling system of Silvermoon City with resentment.
He felt that his talents and hard work were ignored by those in high positions and that his contributions were not properly rewarded.
After all, on Earth, a ruling system that can maintain the state apparatus for two hundred years without major problems is already quite outstanding, and can even be described as excellent.
Not to mention that thousands of years have passed since the elves founded Quel'Thalas.
Coupled with their astonishing lifespan, the situation of the upper ruling class monopolizing power, wealth and magical resources has become very serious.
Elf wizards like this one who harbor strong dissatisfaction and resentment are not isolated cases, but there are quite a lot of them.
It’s just that at this stage, the hatred of most people has not yet accumulated to the point of causing fierce social conflicts, or even forming a torrent that will destroy them even if they surrender to the enemy.
"This guy should be very useful."
The ghost of Kel'Thuzad whispers in the death knight's ear.
Arthas gave an imperceptible nod, followed by a playful smile: "Tell me your name, elf. I think you would make a good servant."
"Dar'Khan Drathir, that is my name, great master."
The elven wizard bent down and bowed deeply without even a second's hesitation.
He could feel the terrifying energy contained in the body of this prince of Lordaeron, as well as the two-handed sword that exuded a biting chill and was comparable to the artifact Flamestrike held by the Sunstrider family of the high elves.
…
At the same time, far away in Silvermoon City, the capital of Quel'Thalas.
Zuo Sizheng, who came from afar, visited this magnificent miracle city accompanied by his "old friend" Prince Kael'thas, which was built with countless efforts and magical power.
If the human magic kingdom of Dalaran can be described as a postmodern top-level craft built with various gorgeous magical technologies, then Silvermoon City is a magnificent work of art that has been precipitated by time and history.
Whether it is the perfection and harmony presented by the interweaving of various magical plants and arcane guards, or the various buildings, lamps, magical machinery built on the infinite energy supply of the Sunwell, and the ubiquitous portals, all make people feel as if they are in a dream.
It was obvious that the high elves had completely integrated magic into their daily lives. Even more than half of the residents could cast simple spells, including warriors wearing exquisite armor, spellbreakers, housewives, and children running around the streets.
No wonder, although Quel'Thalas had concluded an alliance with humans long ago, it always had a very strong tendency towards isolationism.
Perhaps in their eyes, all other intelligent races on this planet, except for their cousins the night elves far away in the continent of Kalimdor, are all a group of low-level, barbaric and ignorant guys.
Even the public transportation, medical insurance and other functional social welfare systems established by the Earth as it entered modern society seemed like a joke in front of Silvermoon City.
Because this capital of the high elves has achieved true universal medical care, providing a variety of food and most importantly free energy to everyone.
Even if citizens do not study or work throughout their lives, they can still obtain the most basic survival guarantees and do not need to worry about starving to death, dying of disease, or being attacked by wild beasts like humans.
To be precise, all dangerous beasts that may pose a threat to the high elves are excluded from the magic circle just like the trolls.
This place is like a paradise or utopia, where people can pursue their dreams without any burden.
Only in such a place can a large number of highly creative mages, craftsmen with superb skills, and great artists that are beyond the reach of human beings be cultivated.
In particular, the dazzling array of jewels imbued with magical powers in the store fully demonstrates the high elves' pursuit of "beauty".
“如何，我亲爱的朋友，银月城没有让你感到失望吧？”
凯尔萨斯的语气充满了骄傲与自豪。
尽管这位王子殿下经常会不经意之间透露出一种高等精灵特有的高高在上，但却并不会让人感到特别讨厌。
左思微笑着回应道：“的确相当不错，起码比达拉然好太多。
不过我觉得现在似乎不是参观银月城的时候。
毕竟阿尔萨斯所率领的亡灵大军已经开始逼近这里。
你们的当务之急是组织力量进行防御，最好能把所有法师都召集起来，组建一支可以源源不断施展大范围攻击性法术的魔法军团。”
但凯尔萨斯对此却不以为意，一脸轻松的说道：“感谢你不辞辛劳的来通知我们这个重要的消息。
说实话，虽然我跟阿尔萨斯在追求吉安娜的时候发生过一些小小的不愉快。
可是却万万没有料到他如此丧心病狂，居然亲手弑杀了自己的父母，并且还大肆屠戮洛丹伦王国的平民。
如此可怕的罪行简直让人不敢相信。
不过关于这件事情，我的父王、议会和风行者家族的游侠将军会想办法着手解决。
不用太担心，奎尔萨拉斯可不是脆弱的人类王国。
我们拥有强大的魔法屏障跟结界保护，无论阿尔萨斯所率领的亡灵军团数量有多么庞大，都只会跟森林巨魔一样被阻挡在外面。
相比起这个，还是让我们一起来聊聊关于晚宴吧。
要知道眼下银月城中有好好几位女性魔导师都对你和你背后的契约之神，还有那些被称之为神术的法术能力产生了浓厚的兴趣。
她们当中有人拜托我想要在晚宴的时候安排比较私密深入的交流机会。
如果不介意的话，能麻烦你从中挑选出一个或者几个比较中意的吗？ 这样我就可以不用为了这件事情而伤脑筋了。”
从精灵王子那戏谑和玩味的语气中不难听出，他压根就没有把已经抵达奎尔萨拉斯外围并发起进攻的天灾军团当成一回事。
不光是他，整个银月城的上层统治者基本都是这个态度，丝毫没有半点危机意识。
原因也非常简单。
高等精灵们对于建立并保护自己数千年的魔法屏障实在是太过于自信了。
自信到从始至终都不觉得阿尔萨斯有能力攻破保护银月城的几道精灵之门。
这也是为什么左思会出现在这里的理由。
他通过魔法向这些精灵盟友传递消息，结果对方压根不当一回事，基本就是一副接着奏乐接着舞的架势。
更要命的是他本人亲自前来虽然得到了精灵高层的热情接待，但对方仍旧不觉得阿尔萨斯和天灾军团是个迫在眉睫的巨大威胁。
此时此刻，左思才终于明白为何在第三次大战中，高等精灵是除了洛丹伦王国之外联盟中损失最惨重的国家，甚至差一点就被灭族了。
刨除所有外部因素，他们极度的傲慢与迷之自信才是导致这一切严重后果的元凶。
要知道在原本的时间线里，身为奎尔萨拉斯唯一正统继承人的王子凯尔萨斯，甚至在父亲身死、太阳井沦陷之后才匆忙返回自己的国家组织幸存者清理废墟、重建家园，由此可见他们从一开始就没有把亡灵天灾当成一回事。
等反应过来的时候，银月城已经被呼啸而来的天灾军团攻陷，就连最后退守奎尔丹纳斯岛也没能坚持太久，战败速度之快比起一夜之间崩溃的洛丹伦王国不遑多让。
不！ 可能还不如洛丹伦王国呢。
起码后者始终没有放弃抵抗，哪怕是在第三次大战结束后的数年时间里依旧拼死作战，不管是加入狂热的血色十字军还是更为理性的银色黎明。
最后还踏上诺森德的冻土发起绝地反击，成功完成了对二代巫妖王阿尔萨斯的复仇。
从某种程度上来说，在自己闷声作大死这方面，艾泽拉斯的精灵与费伦大陆的精灵有着异曲同工之妙。
无论是一万年前主动邀请燃烧军团和黑暗泰坦萨格拉斯进入这个世界的上层精灵，还是都被人推到家门口依然稳如老狗一点都不紧张的高等精灵，都是自己把自己玩死的典型，一点都不比打了好几次皇冠战争导致种族内部大分裂和人口骤降的费伦精灵。
尽管左思的本意是想要把一部分高等精灵平民提前转移走，尽可能为这个优秀的魔法种族保留一点生气。
可在看到高等精灵国王和议会的反应之后，他彻底放弃了之前的念头，并且开始准备启动二号备用方案。
因为在面对这群不见棺材不掉泪的家伙时，任何语言上的警告都是徒劳的。
除非真的兵临城下，否则他们永远也不会从“我高等精灵魔法屏障天下无敌”的美梦中醒来。
于是乎，左思没有再继续劝说对方转移平民，而是心安理得的享受起了凯尔萨斯王子热心提供的各种娱乐。
偶尔还会抽空跟部分已经皈依契约之神教会的信徒和牧师见面，肯定他们在扩大信徒、传播教义方面做出的贡献，并且做出一系列的指示。
不过这种腐朽堕落的生活并没有持续太久，短短两三天之后就被一名身披精致魔法铠甲、手持复合弓、看上去异常疲惫的游侠将军打破了。
她不是别人，正是前不久被派去调查阻击亡灵军团的希尔瓦娜斯。
见面之后，这位风行者家族的二姐便开门见山的说道：“我需要情报！关于阿尔萨斯和他背后亡灵天灾的所有情报，越多越好、越准确越好。”
“你跟阿尔萨斯交过手了？”
左思打量着对方盔甲上沾染的血迹和不是很明显的抓痕问了一句。
“是的，我见过他了。
这位洛丹伦王国曾经的王子现在已经变成了可怕的怪物。
他甚至能用手中的剑劈开我射出的魔法箭矢，手下的亡灵军队更是像虫群一样完美服从每一个命令，哪怕明知道是死亡也毫不退缩。
最令人毛骨悚然的是，我亲眼见到他在战场上把那些死去战士的尸体一个接一个复活，然后变成自己的手下。
而且那家伙不知道从什么地方获得了关于魔法屏障的秘密，正在不断通过摧毁森林来寻找三月之钥。
一旦搜集到三块水晶符文石，那么他就能打开第二道精灵之门直逼银月城。”
在说这番话的时候，这位向来给人以强势冷静的游侠将军非常罕见露出了心有余悸的神情。
很显然，她已经知晓自己根本不是死亡骑士的对手，甚至没有跟对方正面交手的勇气，从第一次碰面之后就一直在通过打游击和骚扰来减缓天灾大军的前进速度。
可即便如此也是收效甚微。
几轮交锋下来，希尔瓦娜斯手下的军队损失惨重，甚至有不少尸体还被拉起来变成了亡灵大军中的一员。
那种铺天盖地的恐怖景象，是她之前与巨魔和兽人战斗时从来没有遇到过的。
“安纳斯特里亚国王和议会现在是什么反应？”左思不动声色的追问道。
“议会在激烈的争吵。
有的议员认为可能是我们之中出现了叛徒，所以在导致重要的秘密被泄露给敌人，并且要求立刻严查整个银月城所有的法师；
还有的则认为只要魔法屏障一天没有被摧毁，第二道大门没有被攻破，奎尔萨拉斯就仍旧是安全的，没有必要过度紧张； 国王陛下前不久刚刚去了奎尔丹纳斯岛的太阳井去处理一些魔法事务，暂时还没有回来。
至于凯尔萨斯王子，现在被议员们吵得根本不知道该听谁的。”
希尔瓦娜斯颇为无奈的叹了口气。
她之所以返回银月城，一方面是为了汇报严峻的形式好让这群“老爷们”能够警惕起来，另外一方面则是为了把伤员运回来顺便补充兵力。
如果可以的话，最好是能派出足够数量的法师协助游侠军团对铺天盖地的亡灵大军发起支援，以便削减这些活死人的数量。
可让希尔瓦娜斯万万没想到的是，自己带回来的消息反而直接让高等精灵议会陷入了分裂与争吵。
“在面对强大外敌威胁的情况下还陷入了内乱吗？银月城的状况还真是糟糕到了极点呢。”
左思摸着下巴意味深长的做出了评价。
虽然他不太清楚这些议员中是否有被巫妖王的许诺引诱，已经暗中加入天灾军团故意捣乱的家伙。
但可以确定的是拥有如此强大魔法力量的高等精灵居然会被阿尔萨斯所率领的亡灵大军平推，其中肯定少不了有叛徒的推波助澜。
Otherwise, with just the huge number of mages and the infinite energy supply of the Sunwell, it would be impossible for them to be unable to even hold out and wait for help.
Sylvanas, who was personally fighting Arthas on the front line, obviously knew that there must be traitors among her compatriots, so she subconsciously clenched the magic compound bow in her hand and asked tentatively in an uncertain tone: "Don't you know something, so you teleported from Stranglethorn Vale to warn us?"
Zuo Si sneered and asked back, "What else? Am I here to enjoy life?
Or was it to have some in-depth exchanges with those passionate female magicians? Unfortunately, no one took my warning seriously.
You and your people have enjoyed peace for so long that you have forgotten how dangerous this world is and how cruel war is.
If you're willing to believe me, from now on it's best to move as many people as possible to a place outside of Silvermoon City, such as Sunsail Harbor.
I will notify Admiral Dai Lin's fleet to come to meet us."
"You mean... the Elven Gate will be breached sooner or later? Silvermoon City will inevitably fall?"
Sylvanas suddenly stood up from her chair, her face full of shock and disbelief.
"Don't you already have the answer in your heart? The fact that Arthas started collecting keys is a very obvious sign that there are traitors among the elves who have secretly defected to the Scourge.
And there is most likely more than one.
But the problem is that under the current circumstances, there is simply not enough time to investigate.
The only thing you can do is to do as the Kingdom of Lordaeron did and first ensure that civilians can escape the coming massacre, leaving enough seeds for future reconstruction and revival.
After all, population is the most important cornerstone of a race and civilization.
As long as there are enough people, even if homes are destroyed, they can be rebuilt again and again.
But if civilians are massacred on a large scale by the enemy, does it make sense to win the war?
It will still face the same fate of decline.
That's why I came to Silvermoon City at this time. I suggest you evacuate the civilians first.
But unfortunately, this proposal was not taken seriously by anyone.
But now, I think you should understand my thoughts, right? "
As he spoke, Zuo Si looked directly at the general of the Quel'Thalas Ranger Army in front of him, waiting for him to make the choice that would determine his fate.
Sylvanas seemed to be hesitating and struggling. After a long silence, she forced herself to ask, "What do you want me to do? You know, my duty is to obey the orders of the Council. It is impossible for me to do anything that goes against the Council's decision."
"Don't worry, I won't let you go against the parliament blatantly.
Just the opposite.
You only need to guide the refugees fleeing from Eversong Forest to Yangfan Harbor, and the church waiting there will naturally receive them until they are sent to a safe place through various means.
You don't think that I've been attending various banquets and wasting a lot of time on those female mages these days because I'm really fascinated by the beauty and enthusiasm of the elves as the rumors say? No! I reached an agreement with them to open a magic portal to quickly transfer a large number of refugees when necessary to prevent them from being massacred by the Scourge.
So you can totally trust me on this.
After all, the Church has demonstrated more than once our willingness to protect believers and lives.
What's more, I can give you a small gift personally."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si took out an amulet emitting a faint blue light from his pocket.
"This is……"
As a high elf, although Sylvanas is a ranger, she can feel the powerful magical power attached to it.
"Like I said, it's just a gift to protect your soul in a critical moment."
Zuo Si did not give much explanation about the function of the amulet, he just smiled mysteriously.
After meeting Chromie, he realized that he no longer had to worry about interference from the Bronze Dragon Legion. He could change the fate of anyone and do whatever he wanted.
Because if the bronze dragon had the power to correct the deviation in the timeline, it would have done so long ago.
Since they didn't do it, it means that this timeline is completely in my hands.
"Thank you, that's exactly what I needed."
Sylvanas did not refuse and took the amulet directly and wore it around her neck.
Having fought against Arthas before, she understood that she could fall at any time in this battle where there was no hope of victory.
If possible, she absolutely did not want to be like her other sacrificed compatriots, who were pulled up by the evil rune sword after death and turned into a walking corpse without thoughts and will.
In the following period, Zuo Si shared information about the Scourge without any concealment.
By the time Sylvanas left, she had already fully understood all of Arthas and Frostmourne's abilities, as well as why the undead army suddenly headed north to attack the elven kingdom.
Unfortunately, it's too late...
(End of this chapter)