Faced with Salarid's aggressive approach, Archmage Rommath stood firm.
"Foolish! You're overestimating yourself. The Burning Legion and the Army of the Light both support the Orcs, and with the blessing of Elune, going against the Orcs will only lead to your death."
Upon hearing this, Salarid was speechless and unable to refute it, and even Kael'thas was somewhat swayed.
Rommath stepped forward, his tone menacing. "Prince Kael'thas, your father foresaw the rise of the Orcs, which is why Silvermoon City accepted Orcs when they were driven to Orcs. Do you intend to defy your father's dying wish?"
Kael'thas's momentum weakened, and he replied softly, "But Silvermoon City was destroyed by the Orcs, and so many of my people were eaten by Orcs."
Rommath argued vehemently, "Although most Blood Elves were eaten by the Orcs, it was a necessary sacrifice; only in this way could the Blood Elves survive. If we had resisted the Orcs, we Blood Elves would have been wiped out long ago. Whether to live on our knees or die standing, I don't think that's a difficult question. Dignity is worthless in the face of survival."
Remembering his father's voice and appearance, Kael'thas felt a lump in his throat. "If it's for the continuation of the Blood Elves, Tempest Keep is willing to surrender."
"Prince Highness, you must reconsider," Salarid pleaded in a low voice, unable to refute Rommath.
Kael'thas stood up, his eyes brimming with tears. "My mind is made up. Tempest Keep surrenders."
Rommath was beaming with pride, while Kael'thas's generals were all hanging their heads in dejection.
Suddenly, a voice reached Salarid's ears.
Robbie did not attend the Blood Elf council meeting.
After all, he was just a nouveau Blood Elf and had no right to participate in such an important matter.
Seeing that Kael'thas had made up his mind, Robbie could no longer resist and secretly sent a telepathic message to Salarid.
Salarid listened attentively, quickly gaining confidence, and approached Rommath, questioning him:
"You say the Army of the Light and the Burning Legion support the Orcs, that's true, but do you know Thrall's background?"
Rommath seemed puzzled, and replied loudly, "As everyone knows, Thrall is the son of Durotan, chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan, and was raised by the ambitious Blackmoore."
Salarid sneered, "What, even a wise High Archmage believes in false rumors?"
Rommath paused for a moment, then said, "Well, I know Thrall's true origins; he was a lowly servant of Karazhan."
Salarid said solemnly, "That's right. Although Thrall came from humble beginnings, through a series of betrayals, killings, and ruthless acts, he gained the favor of the Burning Legion and the Army of the Light, and was blessed by the Elune. Have you ever wondered why it was Thrall, and not someone else?"
Rommath remained puzzled. "I don't understand what you're trying to say."
"The reasoning is simple." Salarid looked at Kael'thas: "Thrall's savagery, cruelty, and ruthlessness are what made him the Savior he is today. The Burning Legion, the Army of the Light, Elune value courage and the willingness to fight, not meekness and humiliating surrender. Tolerance towards the Orcs and concessions to Thrall will only bring destruction."
Rommath remained unmoved, his expression unchanged, while Kael'thas wavered, lowering his head in thought.
"High Archmage Rommath." Kael'thas made up his mind, regaining his confidence. "Go back and tell Lor'themar that kneeling in surrender is his job, and the fight for the honor of the Blood Elves is mine. Let's see who is right."
"Your Highness, your recklessness and immaturity will bring ruin upon the entire Blood Elf Prince."
Rommath said earnestly, "All the Blood Elves of Silvermoon City support Thrall. Thrall is the great Savior, the Blood Elves ' second father. His kindness is beyond description, even if the waters of the Eternal Sea were poured out. This is the will of the people, the support of all."
Salarid smiled dismissively, "What popular support? It's nothing more than all those who opposed Thrall being turned into Tough Jerky by Lor'themar."
Rommath hadn't expected the other party to know everything, and stubbornly retorted, "Silvermoon City is facing a critical moment of life and death. Of course, we must unify our thoughts and act in unison. Only in this way can we serve the Orcs. Prince Highness, the people of Silvermoon City will arrive tomorrow. Can you sit idly by and watch your people shed blood like rivers?"
Kael'thas looked reluctant and waved his hand, saying, "Go back, Rommath, and ask Lor'themar directly if he really has the heart to see the Blood Elves slaughtered by the Orcs."
Rommath gave a mocking smile, turned around, and left without looking back.
Salarid advised, "Prince Highness, you must make plans as soon as possible."
Kael'thas took a deep breath and said, "I don't want it to be like this either, but if that really happens, I'll have to make a painful decision."
The Pliers Town outside.
The few remaining mages in the allied forces gathered together and built numerous Portals leading to Silvermoon City.
Thrall, watching the busy mage, asked Lor'themar, "How did you manage to lure your people here?"
Lor'themar put on a clever expression and said ingratiatingly, "Of course it's the truth. When the people of Silvermoon City learned that they were all eager to participate in the fight to defeat Kael'thas, they were more than willing to die."
"Blood Elves actually have this kind of awareness?" Thrall was somewhat surprised. "What methods did you use?"
Lor'themar dared not conceal the truth and answered honestly, "M'uru is not dead. After being sent back to the Sunwell, he transformed into a dark Entropius. Just last night, with M'uru's help, I executed ten thousand rebels and nailed their corpses to wooden poles, hanging them throughout the streets and alleys of Silvermoon City."
Thrall nodded slightly, grinned, and said, "You have a bright future."
Hundreds of Portals were completed, and Lor'themar rose to greet them.
The first to cross the Portal was an elderly man in magnificent robes, the High Elder of the Blood Elves, Lor'themar's father, Vakansinas Theron.
Vacancinas was a contemporary of Kael'thas's father, a respected and esteemed elder in Silvermoon City.
"My child, you've done very well." Vakansinas patted Lor'themar on the shoulder and said, "The people of Silvermoon City, upon learning that they had rushed to sign up to defeat the Evil Kael'thas, were devoured by the great Orcs. What a glorious honor this is for us Blood Elves! We are proud and honored."
Lor'themar said excitedly, "Father, I am very gratified to have the people's understanding and support."
Vacancinas smiled and said, "The Orcs have saved Azeroth time and time again. We Blood Elves have only Consecration some flesh and blood, and all Blood Elves are genuinely happy for us."
Before he finished speaking, Eitrigg led a group of Orcs over, sizing up the distinguished-looking old Blood Elf:
"You are Vacancinas, Lor'themar's father. Your Excellency the Savior requests your presence."
Wacancinas, beaming, said:
"I've heard that Thrall, the Savior, is a true hero of Azeroth. To have the honor of witnessing his unparalleled magnificence is a great privilege for this Savior. I would love to share a drink with him."
Eitrigg coldly replied, "I think you've misunderstood. The Savior has heard that you are skilled in the art of health preservation and wants to eat you for nourishment. This is your honor."
Vacancinas's face immediately changed, and he trembled with fear. "No, no, I don't want to die, Lor'themar, save me."
Lor'themar said with righteous indignation, "Father, for the sake of Azeroth, go in peace. Being eaten by Thrall is an honor for our family. I am truly proud of you."
More and more Blood Elves are crossing the Portal; this will be a Feast for the Orcs.