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 life span, 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".
"How is it, my dear friend, Silver Moon City did not disappoint you?"
Kael'thas' tone was full of pride and honor.
Although His Royal Highness often inadvertently reveals a kind of arrogance that is unique to the high elves, he does not make people feel particularly annoying.
Zuo Si smiled and responded, "It's really good, at least much better than Dalaran.
But I feel like now isn't the time to visit Silvermoon City.
After all, the undead army led by Arthas has begun to approach here.
Your top priority is to organize your forces for defense. It would be best if you could gather all the wizards together to form a magic army that can continuously cast large-scale offensive spells."
But Kael'thas didn't care about it, and said with a relaxed look: "Thank you for taking the trouble to inform us of this important news.
To be honest, although Arthas and I had some minor unpleasantness when I was pursuing Jaina.
However, no one expected that he would be so cruel that he would kill his own parents with his own hands and massacre the civilians of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
Such a horrific crime is simply unbelievable.
However, regarding this matter, my father, the parliament and the Ranger General of the Windrunner family will find a way to resolve it.
Don't worry too much, Quel'Thalas is not a fragile human kingdom.
We have a powerful magic barrier and enchantment protection. No matter how large the number of undead legions led by Arthas is, they will be blocked outside like the forest trolls.
Instead of this, let's talk about the dinner party.
You should know that right now there are quite a few female magicians in Silvermoon City who have shown a keen interest in you, the God of Contract behind you, and those magical abilities known as divine arts.
Some of them asked me to arrange a more private and in-depth communication opportunity during the dinner.
If you don't mind, could you please pick one or a few that you like? Then I don't have to worry about this matter. "
It was not difficult to hear from the elven prince's joking and playful tone that he did not take the Scourge, which had arrived at the outskirts of Quel'Thalas and launched an attack, seriously at all.
Not only him, but all the upper-level rulers of Silvermoon City basically have this attitude, without any sense of crisis at all.
The reason is very simple.
The High Elves were too confident in the magical barrier they had built and protected themselves for thousands of years.
He was so confident that he never thought that Arthas had the ability to break through the several elven gates protecting Silvermoon City.
This is also the reason why Zuo Si appears here.
He used magic to convey messages to these elven allies, but the other party did not take it seriously at all and basically just kept on playing music and dancing.
What's even more terrible is that although he was warmly received by the elves' high-level officials when he came in person, the other party still did not think that Arthas and the Scourge were an imminent and huge threat.
At this moment, Zuo Si finally understood why in the Third War, the High Elves were the country that suffered the most losses in the Alliance except for the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and were almost wiped out.
Excluding all external factors, their extreme arrogance and mysterious self-confidence are the main culprits that lead to all these serious consequences.
You have to know that in the original timeline, Prince Kael'thas, the only legitimate heir of Quel'Thalas, only hurriedly returned to his country to organize survivors to clean up the ruins and rebuild their homes after his father's death and the fall of the Sunwell. This shows that they never took the Scourge seriously from the beginning.
By the time they reacted, Silvermoon City had already been captured by the howling Scourge, and even their final retreat to the Isle of Quel'Danas did not last long. The speed of their defeat was no less than that of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, which collapsed overnight.
No! Maybe even worse than the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
At least the latter never gave up resistance, and continued to fight desperately even in the years after the end of the Third War, whether joining the fanatical Scarlet Crusade or the more rational Silver Dawn.
Finally, he set foot on the frozen soil of Northrend to launch a Jedi counterattack and successfully completed the revenge on the second generation Lich King Arthas.
To some extent, the elves of Azeroth and the elves of Faerun are similar in that they commit suicide in silence.
Whether it is the upper elves who took the initiative to invite the Burning Legion and the dark titan Sargeras into this world ten thousand years ago, or the high elves who were pushed to the doorstep but remained as steady as an old dog and were not nervous at all, they are all typical examples of playing themselves to death, and are no better than the Faerun elves who fought several Crown Wars, resulting in a great split within the race and a sharp drop in population.
Although Zuo Si's original intention was to transfer some of the high elf civilians in advance, in order to retain some vitality for this outstanding magical race.
But after seeing the reactions of the High Elf King and the Parliament, he completely gave up his previous idea and began to prepare to activate the backup plan No. 2.
Because when facing these guys who won't cry until they see the coffin, any verbal warnings are futile.
Unless the enemy really comes to the city, they will never wake up from the dream that "my high elves' magic barrier is invincible in the world."
Therefore, Zuo Si did not continue to persuade the other party to evacuate the civilians, but instead enjoyed the various entertainments provided by Prince Kael'thas with peace of mind.
Occasionally, he would take time to meet with some of the believers and pastors who had converted to the Church of the God of Covenant, affirm their contributions in expanding the number of believers and spreading the doctrine, and give a series of instructions.
However, this decadent and corrupt life did not last long. After just two or three days, it was broken by a ranger general who was wearing exquisite magic armor, holding a compound bow, and looked extremely tired.
She was none other than Sylvanas, who was recently sent to investigate and stop the Undead Army.
After the meeting, the second sister of the Windrunner family said straight to the point: "I need information! All the information about Arthas and the Undead Scourge behind him, the more the better, the more accurate the better."
"Have you fought Arthas?"
Zuo Si looked at the bloodstains and not very obvious scratches on the other party's armor and asked.
“Yes, I have seen him.
The former prince of the Kingdom of Lordaeron has now turned into a terrible monster.
He could even use the sword in his hand to cut off the magic arrows I shot, and his undead army obeyed every order perfectly like a swarm of insects, and they did not retreat even if they knew they would die.
The most horrifying thing was that I saw with my own eyes that he resurrected the bodies of the dead soldiers on the battlefield one by one and turned them into his own men.
And that guy got the secret of the magic barrier from somewhere, and is constantly destroying the forest in search of the Key of March.
Once he collects three crystal rune stones, he will be able to open the second Elven Gate and head straight for Silvermoon City."
While saying this, the Ranger General, who always gave people an impression of being strong and calm, showed a very rare expression of lingering fear.
Obviously, she already knew that she was no match for the Death Knight and didn't even have the courage to fight him head-on. Since their first encounter, she had been using guerrilla warfare and harassment to slow down the advance of the Scourge army.
But even so, the results were minimal.
After several rounds of fighting, Sylvanas' army suffered heavy losses, and many corpses were even pulled up and turned into part of the undead army.
The overwhelming horror was something she had never encountered before in her battles with trolls and orcs.
"What is the reaction of King Anasteria and the Parliament now?" Zuo Si asked calmly.
“There is a huge quarrel in Parliament.
Some councillors thought that there might be a traitor among us, which led to the important secrets being leaked to the enemy, and demanded an immediate and strict investigation of all the mages in Silvermoon City;
Others believed that as long as the magic barrier was not destroyed and the second gate was not breached, Quel'Thalas would remain safe and there was no need to be overly nervous; His Majesty the King had just recently gone to the Sunwell on the island of Quel'Danas to deal with some magical affairs and had not returned yet.
As for Prince Kael'thas, he is now so confused by the noise of the councillors that he doesn't know who to listen to."
Sylvanas sighed helplessly.
The reason why she returned to Silvermoon City was, on the one hand, to report the serious situation so that these "gentlemen" could be alert, and on the other hand, to transport the wounded back and replenish the troops.
If possible, it would be best to send enough mages to assist the Ranger Corps in providing support to the overwhelming undead army in order to reduce the number of these living dead.
But what Sylvanas never expected was that the news she brought back directly caused the High Elf Council to fall into division and quarrel.
"Faced with the threat of a powerful foreign enemy, it has also fallen into civil strife? The situation in Silvermoon City is really extremely bad."
Zuo Si touched his chin and made a meaningful comment.
Although he was not sure whether there were some members of the parliament who had been lured by the Lich King's promise and had secretly joined the Scourge to cause trouble.
But what is certain is that the high elves with such powerful magical powers were actually defeated by the undead army led by Arthas, and there must have been a traitor who fanned the flames.
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)
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