The Throne of Silvermoon City.
Regent Lor'themar Theron, Archmage Rommath, Countess Liadrin gathered for a meeting.
The Silvermoon City Blood Elves were freed from their puppets, Lor'themar immediately shifted the blame to Kael'thas, temporarily stabilizing the situation.
During the two years that the Blood Elves were puppets, the three free agents enjoyed immense power Wealth.
After the tribespeople awoke, the three began to worry about their ruling position.
The rule of the Sunstrider family has lasted for thousands of years and is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Despite using every means to frame Kael'thas, the truth eventually came out, and once it was revealed, it would be the end for all three of them.
Liadrin's almond-shaped eyes widened as she angrily said, "I told you long ago, Kael'thas may be a bit stupid and not very useful, but he knows his place and won't act recklessly. We can completely sideline him. Betraying the Sunstrider family will not do us any good."
Lor'themar shook his head and said, "Have you forgotten why we betrayed you? Thrall suffered a hidden ailment because of Kael'thas, and he's been holding a grudge ever since. He offended the Orcs, Blood Elves have no place to stand. If Kael'thas becomes king, we will all die."
"Have you forgotten your hatred?" Liadrin gritted her teeth. "Silvermoon City was once so prosperous, but it was massacred by the Orcs. Less than one in ten of our people survived. The once glorious city of civilization was reduced to ruins, and the resentful souls of our people wander in agony."
Archmage Rommath warned, "Watch your words, Countess. It was the Scourge that slaughtered Silvermoon City. The Orcs are merciful and kind, and Thrall is a great Savior."
Lor'themar cautiously advised:
"Liadrin, I know you can't let go of the hatred in your heart, but you must remember that compromise is the way to survive, and temporary forbearance is wise. The Orcs are currently at their zenith, supported by Guardian Medivh on earth and protected by Elune in the heavens. We cannot fight against them. Orcs' lifespan is no more than a hundred years. Once Thrall is dead, it won't be too late for us to take revenge on the Orcs."
Rommath added, "The most important thing now is to prevent Kael'thas from returning. We can't rely on the Blood Elves of Silvermoon City; we can only depend on external forces."
Lor'themar said in a measured tone, "We have two paths before us: join the Alliance or the Horde. Although we have been allies with humans for a long time, Sylvanas has occupied Lordaeron and has offended them. In addition, our geographical location is unfavorable. My opinion is to join the Horde."
Liadrin scoffed, "Are you going to pledge allegiance to our enemies? To grovel before the murderers who slaughtered our people?"
Rommath agreed with Lor'themar: "We have also conquered many inferior races and made them kneel before us. I agree to join the Horde."
"No, no, I disagree! Thrall will eat us!" Liadrin protested. "Do you want to become miserable food for the Tauren and Orcs?"
Lor'themar said seriously, "Horde lacks most is a mage force, and the Spellbreakers of Silvermoon City can fill this gap perfectly. As long as we are useful, Thrall won't do anything to us."
"You should believe Liadrin, Thrall really will eat you."
A cold female voice rang out, and the three of them turned around hastily. Lor'themar roared, "Who is it?"
"Lor'themar, what, have you forgotten your superior so quickly?"
A putrid stench wafted over, mixed with a pungent perfume scent, Sylvanas appeared behind the three.
"How did you get in?" Liadrin asked in surprise. She was in charge of the defense of Silvermoon City, and this was a serious dereliction of duty.
Sylvanas smiled and said, "Many High Elves still remain loyal to me. I have come with no ill intentions, but to show you the right path."
Rommath tilted his head back and asked, "Windrunner, are you here as a persuader for the Horde?"
Sylvanas gently shook her head. "On the contrary, I would advise you to join the camp against the Horde."
"Join the Alliance?" Lor'themar flatly rejected it. "That's impossible. Varian is a cowardly piece of trash, no match for Thrall."
Sylvanas found a chair, untied the bow from her back, leaned against the side, and propped her legs up on the table.
Although the Dark Lady had beautifully shaped legs, the thought of the Undead flesh beneath her curvaceous figure made all three of them feel uneasy.
"The Alliance is utterly useless," Sylvanas said solemnly. "The humans of Stormwind City are short-sighted and foolish; they will only lead the Alliance to its destruction. Although Malfurion and Tyrande are also a pair of fools, they are very cunning and have the support of Elune. I have high hopes for them."
Lor'themar and the other two were completely baffled.
Sylvanas tilted her head slightly forward, her eyes shining brightly, and said with a faint smile, "I know you look down on me. The living never trust the dead. But have you ever considered that the main force of Undercity is actually the people of Silvermoon City? After they were slaughtered by the Orcs, I was the one who resurrected them?"
"What are you trying to say?" Rommath asked.
Sylvanas stood up and declared loudly, "Silvermoon City, Undercity, Night Elves —we are bound by blood. Why don't we unite? When the Azeroth is divided into three, our Elf race will surely be the strongest. When Elune and Medivh lose patience with the Orcs, that will be our chance for revenge."
Lor'themar's expression shifted slightly, clearly indicating that she was moved.
Rommath stroked his chin, lost in thought.
Liadrin's eyes lit up, and she said eagerly, "I agree, but are the Night Elves willing to cooperate with us?"
Sylvanas smiled and said, "The Night Elves suffered heavy losses in the Battle of Mount Hyjal. Their most relied-upon Secret Weapon, Illidan, escaped to Outland. I will offer them terms they will find hard to refuse. Malfurion and Tyrande will definitely agree."
"What are the conditions?" Lor'themar asked.
"Resurrect the fallen of Mount Hyjal, recall their souls, and forge them into Undead Legion." Sylvanas's words astonished everyone present.
Rommath thought for a moment, then said with deep concern, "Night Elves repel the Undead, and I've also heard that the fallen of Mount Hyjal became nourishment for the Legion Forge."
"Even if only one-tenth of their souls remain, it's still an Undead Legion of over a hundred thousand," Sylvanas stated confidently. "The Night Elves resent the Undead, but they fear annihilation even more. The rise of the Orcs has put immense pressure on them. As long as Silvermoon City and Undercity unite first, the Night Elves will certainly have no objections."
Lor'themar closed her single eye in thought, and after a long while nodded:
"This is a good way to avoid worrying about Thrall's brutality and to stabilize the situation in Silvermoon City. I agree."
Rommath stood up and said, "Sylvanas, you've shown us the way forward, I have no objections."
Liadrin said happily, "The Elves should have united long ago; we are the true masters of Azeroth."
Sylvanas secretly breathed a sigh of relief, her face beaming. " With the Three-Race Alliance, I'm willing to help you drive out Kael'thas."
Lor'themar rose to see him off. "Please give us some time. We need to persuade the nobles and the council of elders. I believe everything will go smoothly."
After Sylvanas left, the three discussed the matter again, carefully weighing the pros and cons, and all agreed that there were no problems.
Rommath suddenly remembered something. "This is a matter of great importance. Mortal wisdom always overlooks some things. Why not consult M'uru?"