The fleeing Orcs gradually arrived in Quel'Thalas and were set up camp outside Silvermoon City.
Therefore, Thrall Faction to lodge a protest with the Elf Anasterian.
Without the protection of Magic Shields, it is foreseeable that the Orcs living outside the city will be torn to shreds by the Scourge.
The Elves ' confidence stemmed from the Magic Shield that enveloped Quel'Thalas, a powerful spell that even Dragon's Breath could not penetrate. Trolls and Orcs alike had been powerless against this shield, and the elves clearly did not want to share it with the Orcs.
Thrall's protests went unheeded by the Elf King.
However, the pressure from the Guardians forced the Elf King to reconsider.
Under the Guardian's guidance, the Elf King realized that the Magic Shield could be further strengthened. The work of strengthening the shield had been proceeding in an orderly manner and could be completed before the Scourge arrived.
Alongside this, a massive teleportation array within the city was also under construction. This powerful Magic Circle, said to be able to communicate with the Void, would send Medivh's powerful allies from the Void, at which point the Elves and Orcs would launch a counterattack against the Scourge.
Neither strengthening the Magic Shield nor constructing the Teleportation Array can be stopped.
Unable to make a decision, the Elf King summoned Sylvanas for advice.
Sylvanas gazed at the aged Elf King with her blue eyes. Three thousand years had weighed down his shoulders, and his long hair, which reached his ankles, had turned gray.
He was once a powerful fighter, and he remains a remarkable mage.
"Ranger-General, Windrunner Sylvanas, Protector of Quel'Thalas, you have always been a trusted Guardian Silvermoon City, an old friend of the Sunstrider family. I would like to hear your thoughts on the Orcs." The Elf King's voice was gentle and full of warmth.
"They are a bunch of cold-blooded beasts, shameless executioners. Great Elf King, you must not be deceived by the Orcs."
Sylvanas sighed sincerely, having long seen through the Orcs' true nature:
"Orcs are habitually ungrateful. On the surface, they talk about glory, but inside they are despicable, shameless, treacherous, and cunning. They often speak shamelessly about peace and Justice, but in the blink of an eye, they will devour their allies, and then justify it by saying that this is the cruelty of war."
"But if we don't let them into the city, the Scourge will annihilate them," the Elf King said worriedly. "We will also lose a powerful ally in our counterattack against the Scourge, and forever lose the help of the Guardian Medivh."
"We can let them into the city, but there must be conditions, such as confiscating their weapons and designating a residential area. A great war is imminent, and Silvermoon City is short-handed. We don't want to waste our resources guarding these filthy and shameless Orcs." Sylvanas pondered for a while before offering a compromise.
The Elf King waved his hand, signaling Sylvanas to step back.
He needs to think.
The aged Elf King took out a five-colored crystal and stroked the magical crystal. He recalled the hardships the Elf High Elves had endured, and how they had overcome difficulties with the guidance of this crystal.
That was after the destruction of the Well of Eternity. The High Elves, Kalimdor to shake their thirst for magic, broke with the Night Elves and left High Elf, successfully crossing the Maelstrom and arriving in the Eastern Kingdoms.
During their long journey, they witnessed countless mysteries and lost kingdoms, and amassed a considerable fortune, among which this Prophecy Crystal was one of their spoils.
"I need your guidance, old friend."
The crystal responded to the Elf King's prayer, its five-colored halo swirling and emitting a buzzing sound.
Countless whispers echoed in the Elf King's ears.
It was as if he was surrounded by people, each eager to tell him something, their opinions differing, and they were arguing endlessly with each other.
"Don't believe the rumors. Trust the Orcs; they are trustworthy."
A voice said this.
"No, no, Orcs are Evil. We must be careful and never cooperate with them."
The faint but anxious voice was quickly Pain Suppression.
"You will be richly rewarded for helping a race that has run out of options, Elf King."
Another voice clearly reached the Elf King's ears.
"They will die. I saw countless corpses. Silvermoon City was reduced to ruins by the war."
"Do not trust the Scourge Undead; they will destroy Azeroth, they are the enemy of life."
"No! No! You're wrong."
A chaotic commotion arose, as if something had disturbed them.
A jumble of sounds filled the Elf King's mind.
"Arthas, the ultimate Evil, the enemy of the world, destined to fall from the throne of destruction, darkness before our eyes."
Like a final eulogy, the five-colored crystal fell silent.
The Prophecy Crystal, which had guided the Elf race many times, shattered with a "crack".
"The enemy of life, the ultimate Evil, Arthas, I know you're a good boy, but this is your Destiny."
With three thousand years of wisdom, the Elf King had witnessed far too many instances of black and white being reversed, meticulously plotted slanders, powerless rebuttals, heroes dying in humiliation, and petty men smugly praising themselves.
He could only accept this tragic Destiny; the High Elves suffered too much and were powerless to fight against the entire world.
On this very day, the Orcs got their wish and were able to settle in Silvermoon City. Not only were their weapons not confiscated, but the High Elves also provided the Orcs with much-needed food and supplies.
Of course, the Elf King was careful enough; he placed the Orcs in a corner of Silvermoon City, separated from the area inhabited by the High Elves by Magic Shield.
"A group of spiders?"
Arthas looked in astonishment at his allies from Northrend, a group of multi-legged, incredibly fast monsters—beasts, but undoubtedly Undead as well.
"The Crypt Fiend, as it's called," Kel'Thuzad explained.
"They are an ancient creature that lives deep beneath Northrend. Successfully bewitching the Crypt Fiend was perhaps Ner'zhul's only achievement; his psychic power influenced the Ner'zhul Nerubians generals, causing them to kill each other and then resurrect as Undead. Years ago, I thwarted Ner'zhul's plot, freed Ner'zhul from his control over the Crypt Fiend, and won the friendship of Lord Anub'arak. Like all Undead, they crave the Power of the Dead."
Arthas hesitated, unsure whether he should share his precious Power of the Dead with races other than humans.
"Prince Highness, we need powerful allies. Trust us, the Crypt Fiend can bring us a surprise." Kel'Thuzad's persuasion had no effect; Arthas remained silent.
Kel'Thuzad could only give Robbie a wink.
Robbie pondered for a moment and said, "As long as we can kill the Orcs, their souls can be converted into the Power of the Dead. Giving the Crypt Fiend the Power of the Dead is just an initial investment, which is worthwhile."
Arthas was clearly persuaded; he looked at Robbie, expecting further Robbie.
"Prince Highness, you must remember, the Scourge Undead more than just Orcs as enemies," Robbie patiently explained. To persuade the Prince, he had to reveal the tragic future Arthas was destined to face:
"The minions of the Old Gods, the Demons of the Burning Legion, and the corrupted races of Azeroth can all become enemies of the Scourge. Harvesting the souls of their enemies and transforming them into the Power of the Dead the Power of the Dead to transform their corpses to forge a powerful Undead Legion —this is the source of the Scourge's invincibility."
At that moment, Arthas finally saw the light.
His sole purpose was to save the people of Lordaeron, and he was willing to pay any price to gain power.
Only after he received this power did he realize that his responsibility went beyond that.
The greater a person's ability, the greater their responsibility.
As he becomes more powerful, he needs to shoulder more responsibilities and obligations.
He shouldn't just fight for the people of Lordaeron; he needs to fight for all of Azeroth.
Having come to his senses, Arthas raised Frostmourne, granting the Crypt Fiend the Power of the Dead.