Sha'tar.
A'dal's glory illuminated the Holy Light Plaza, where Regent Lor'themar knelt, pleading for the aid of Sha'tar City.
After Lor'themar explained the situation, A'dal's gentle voice echoed in the Holy Light Plaza:
"Thrall, the Savior, is crucial to the safety of all Azeroth. To save Thrall, the Blood Elves made indelible contributions. Lor'themar, you did a great job. Azeroth is fortunate to have you. You are a great hero of the Blood Elves, and your achievements are unparalleled."
Upon receiving A'dal's praise, Lor'themar beamed with joy and humbly replied:
"It's all I should do."
A'dal was in a dilemma. In the Battle of Tempest Keep, the Aldor, the Scryers, and the Sha'tar Skyguard had all suffered heavy losses.
"You know the situation in Shattrath City; I don't know how I can help you."
Lor'themar lowered her head, biting her lip tightly, and finally made up her mind:
"I hope Lord A'dal can awaken Thrall. With the great Savior leading us, we will have a backbone, and conquering the Magisters' Terrace will be a piece of cake."
A'dal's tone was unfriendly. "Lor'themar, Kael'thas is nothing but a stray dog. Without the terrain advantage of Tempest Keep, you should have won easily. Neither the Army of the Light nor the Burning Legion needs trash; we only need Elites, useful people."
Lor'themar's face showed horror. Silvermoon City had less than three thousand Blood Elves; attacking the Magisters' Terrace would be tantamount to suicide.
Lost in despair, Lor'themar was completely disoriented and didn't know how to cope with the situation, not expecting to be abandoned so quickly.
Beside him, the leader of the Scryers Voren'thal, suddenly spoke:
"Lord A'dal, the Scryers are willing to help Silvermoon City."
Aldor's leader Ishanah, was not to be outdone:
"Aldor is also willing to lend Silvermoon City a hand."
A'dal remained silent for a long while. "Since that's the case, I'll grant your wish. Go, for the Holy Light is with us."
Lor'themar hadn't expected to receive help from Aldor and the Scryers, but unfortunately, it couldn't alleviate the immediate crisis.
With Kael'thas's main force still intact, even if the Aldor, the remnants of the Scryers, and Silvermoon City joined forces, they might not be a match for him.
The three of them huddled together to discuss their plan privately, with Voren'thal displaying a confident expression:
"Lor'themar, I already have a solution. Conquering the Magisters' Terrace will be a piece of cake. But what price are you willing to pay?"
Lor'themar muttered to himself, "Unless I get help from the Alliance or the Horde, but Thrall is unconscious and no one can command the Alliance or the Horde."
What do you want?
Sensing that the other party had ill intentions, Lor'themar asked uneasily.
Voren'thal smiled slightly, "Ten thousand years ago, the Sundering, Dath'Remar Sunstrider brought several treasures from Queen Azshara's Royal Palace. I'm not greedy; one is enough."
Ishanah shared the same goal. "We Aldor can't help for nothing; I also need an Old Gods."
Lor'themar's expression froze for a moment, then he smiled wryly, "Besides the artifact Flamestrike, the Sunstrider royal family only possesses the Legendary Seven Weapons, but unfortunately they are all in Kael'thas's hands. If we conquer the Magisters' Terrace, you two can choose one of the Seven Weapons."
Voren'thal sneered, "Lor'themar, before the Orcs entered Azeroth, I was the High Archmage of Silvermoon City, my status even higher than yours. Do you think I wouldn't know what treasures were hidden in the Silvermoon City Royal Palace?"
Lor'themar lowered her head, her teeth grinding together, and whispered, "You don't want those things, do you?"
Voren'thal nodded with a smile.
"Impossible. If Silvermoon City loses those items, the Blood Elves will perish sooner or later." Lor'themar's tone left no room for argument.
Voren'thal threatened without hesitation, "There are fewer than three thousand Blood Elves. Do you think you can protect those few things? Sylvanas is probably already itching to make a move."
Lor'themar was completely dumbfounded. Sylvanas had once been the Ranger-General of Silvermoon City knew its secrets.
Ishanah, being an outsider, seemed rather puzzled, giving Voren'thal a questioning look.
Voren'thal didn't want to hide anything, and said slowly:
"Dath'Remar Sunstrider was able to lead the High Elves to establish Silvermoon City thanks to several treasures he brought from the Royal Palace. One was a spaceship that could traverse the Great Sea as if it were flat ground; another was the Infinity Bottle that could turn seawater into fresh water; the third was the Void Forge that could help the High Elves forge Legendary weapons; and finally, the water from the Well of Eternity. I heard there's one last bottle left."
Ishanah's eyes lit up; these four treasures were all incredibly precious and priceless.
Lor'themar's gaze sharpened and hardened. "Don't even think about it. You won't get a single treasure. I'd rather give it to Sylvanas."
Voren'thal threatened again:
"Lor'themar, you need to recognize your place. Silvermoon City only has three thousand Blood Elves. You are no longer the Regent, but merely a village chief. Trading with you is already a great favor."
Lor'themar's lips were pale. Yes, he had preserved his position, but the Blood Elves were on the verge of extinction.
Ishanah shrugged and said, "What do you think will happen if I reveal the treasures of Silvermoon City to the public?"
This was a blatant threat; the High Elves had never suffered such humiliation.
Left with no other choice, Lor'themar had to compromise:
"There aren't just one bottle of water left from the Well of Eternity, but two. I can give each of you one bottle, on the condition that the safety of Silvermoon City is guaranteed."
Voren'thal nodded. "I have no problem."
"I'm fine with it too," Ishanah said.
"Tell me your plans," Lor'themar asked dejectedly.
Voren'thal declared loudly, "My plan is to use the names of the Scryers and the Aldor, leveraging the influence of the Naaru, to attract adventurers from the Alliance and the Horde. Silvermoon City will then pay them to fight for Silvermoon City. With seven thousand years of accumulated wealth, the High Elves should have no difficulty raising this amount."
Ishanah added, "I've already decided, the organization will be called Shattered Sun Offensive."
In the end, Silvermoon City still had to foot the bill. Lor'themar knew that without the Naaru's influence, it would be difficult to attract enough adventurers.
Seeing that Lor'themar was still hesitating, Voren'thal advised:
"Silvermoon City is unprecedentedly empty. You can select Elite adventurers and allow them to settle in Silvermoon City."
For seven thousand years, the High Elves have forbidden outsiders from settling in Silvermoon City in order to maintain the purity of their bloodline.
Currently, Silvermoon City only has three thousand Blood Elves. If there are too many outsiders, a large-scale bloodline fusion is inevitable.
Blood Elves have long lifespans, but unfortunately, they have a very poor reproductive ability.
If bloodlines are mixed, it may not be long before the Blood Elves ' bloodline is no longer pure, and may even gradually disappear.
Lor'themar chuckled self-deprecatingly, "A good plan. For Thrall, the Savior, the Blood Elves are willing to pay any price, even extinction."
The Shattered Sun Offensive was officially established, and news of it quickly spread throughout Azeroth.
The picturesque Silvermoon City and the exquisitely beautiful High Elves attract adventurers from all directions.
To prevent Silvermoon City from being disturbed, Lor'themar established the Shattered Sun Offensive base in Quel'Thalas.
Because the number of Blood Elves was too small, Lor'themar had no choice but to ask the Burning Legion for help in order to Order and safety, which aroused the dissatisfaction of adventurers.
But nothing could compare to the Naaru's reputation and the Blood Elves ' allure; before long, Shattered Sun Offensive attracted over 50,000 adventurers.