Sylvanas Ranger-General of Silvermoon City, Guardian of the Elf kingdom of Quel'Thalas.
As a Veteran of the Second War, he made outstanding contributions in the defense of Quel'Thalas and witnessed the terrifying fighting power of the Orcs. He wrote to King Terenas more than once, asking him to deal with the Orcs in the Internment Camp.
King Terenas replied as follows:
"We will not slaughter any intelligent race. Orcs are a peace-loving race with broad minds, great hearts, and a love for life. They committed war crimes because they were seduced by Demons. We will use love and mercy to reform the Orcs and help them protect Azeroth with us. Ranger-General, if you truly want to help Lordaeron, please provide some food, preferably meat."
The Ranger-General angrily tore King Terenas's reply to pieces. She was well aware of King Terenas's hidden ambitions and sensed that war was imminent, so she had to prepare for the worst.
"The Orcs' power will forever alter the balance of power in the Eastern Kingdoms. If we don't strike first, we will be destroyed. We must either eliminate the Orcs or find a way to cooperate with them to eliminate other enemies."
After careful consideration, especially given the Silver Hand's allegiance to the Orcs, Terenas's incorrigible folly, and Guardian Medivh's bias towards the Orcs, Sylvanas decided to ally with the Orcs.
Sylvanas's tolerance of Thrall and her declaration of war against Prince Arthas were not impulsive acts, but rather well-considered decisions made out of concern for the safety of her own race.
"Prince Arthas, your foolish father destroyed Lordaeron with his own hands, the Silver Hand betrayed Lordaeron, Lordaeron is littered with the dead. Your resistance is futile. Surrender, or you will be given a dignified death."
"Like your two loyal subordinates, who were eaten alive by Thrall?" Arthas retorted mercilessly.
Sylvanas gritted her teeth in hatred, her eyes slightly open, and nocked another arrow, aiming it at Arthas.
"Look, look, I almost missed a great show!"
A bright Portal appeared in the sky, Guardian Medivh, with his flowing hair, stepped out, smiling as he looked Arthas over.
"Prince Arthas, you have given me a tremendous surprise. If you had continued to rot in a small place like Deathknell, I might have forgotten about you long ago. Compared to your good-for-nothing older brothers and sisters, the power within you is pure and strong, which is exactly what I need. Their cries of agony still echo in my ears."
Medivh stared intently at Arthas, his eyes gleaming with a greedy red light, like a hungry wolf eyeing a lamb.
"What did you do to my brothers and sisters?" Arthas asked angrily.
"It was just a small experiment, trying to extract their power for my own use, but unfortunately it was unsuccessful. How lucky I was, I almost missed out on such a powerful force. Prince Arthas, do you know why the Guardians are invincible?"
Medivh stood proudly, a smug look on his face.
"This body of mine is the culmination of millennia of human essence, the blood of countless human geniuses flows within me, and you, Arthas, will soon become one of them. This is your honor."
Fel and Arcane powers converged in Medivh's palm, forming a purple and green sphere of mana. The two energies continued to compress and merge, their power increasing steadily. The space seemed unable to bear the strain, and black cracks appeared.
Medivh's body was enveloped in immense energy, standing in mid-air with his hair flying, like Avatar.
Faced with this unparalleled and terrifying power, Sylvanas showed fear, her legs trembled uncontrollably, and she didn't even notice her bow and arrows falling to the ground. Thrall simply knelt down and worshipped.
Baron Rivendare stood before Arthas, his face resolute, prepared to protect the Prince with his life.
"Come, Prince Arthas, become a part of me."
The mana orb transformed into a giant magical hand, reaching out to grab Arthas from mid-air.
Oh no?
Robbie had a bad feeling.
Arthas's unexpected victory over Saurfang attracted the Guardian Medivh, Medivh then peered into the power within Arthas, far exceeding Robbie's expectations. The situation became increasingly out of control.
Robbie almost called for the Infinite Dragonflight.
Another Portal lit up in the air.
"Cough cough!"
A slender figure in a black robe stepped out of the Portal. His face, hidden beneath the hood, was frighteningly pale. His wrinkled skin was covered with a deathly gray layer, as if he were seriously ill. His listless eyes glanced at Medivh.
Medivh immediately stopped casting the spell; the backlash from the Medivh caused his face to tremble.
"Kel'Thuzad, you persistent, despicable old bastard, you are destroying Azeroth!"
"In the name of Savior, you commit acts of world destruction, Guardian Medivh. My old bones have only a few days left to live. I am willing to sacrifice my broken body and drag you down to hell with me. No matter how the world judges my merits and demerits, there will be justice in the world of the dead. I will be revered by countless Restless Souls, while you will be utterly condemned to a sea of suffering. There is no place for you in the world of the dead, Medivh."
"Who would perish with an old codger like you? I, Medivh, am immortal! I will live forever and watch Azeroth be consumed by flames."
Medivh cast the spell quickly, and more than a dozen magical beams flashed by.
This is the Guardian's specialty: Mass Teleport.
Thrall, Sylvanas and her subordinates, and the critically wounded Saurfang the Great all disappeared. Kel'Thuzad successfully scared Medivh away, and Robbie could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
"My Prince."
Kel'Thuzad stretched out his withered, claw-like right hand towards Arthas, his face streaked with tears.
"I have finally witnessed your growth. Lordaeron is saved. The people of Lordaeron have hope. My hard work has not been in vain. Lordaeron is a place of sorrow, and it needs love more than any other nation."
"You're the Archmage in black robes who defeated Medivh?" Prince Arthas's face lit up with surprise. Dalaran for a time, Arthas had heard of Kel'Thuzad.
"Lord Kel'Thuzad, Lordaeron needs your protection."
Kel'Thuzad shook his head and smiled as he said:
"Prince Highness, my life is drawing to a close, and you are the one who will succeed me. Under your leadership, Lordaeron will surely be Redemption. When the next full moon arrives, I will be waiting for you in Andorhal."
Kel'Thuzad gazed intently at Arthas, then gave Robbie a careful look before turning and stepping into the Portal.
In the Blackmist Wilderness, before an ancient Altar.
Thrall tripped and fell face-first into the mud, but quickly got up and grabbed the barely alive Orcs beside him.
"Saurfang, you damned coward, you have disappointed me greatly. I will personally skin you alive and turn your head into a chamber pot."