Sylvanas had considered fighting a mountain battle against the Scourge.
The forest is the domain of Elves, although not all the mountains here are dense forests; there are also many barren, desolate mountains.
Sylvanas's reason told her that the only advantage the Elves had was the Magic Shield protecting the city. In a positional battle amidst towering mountains, the Elves, severely outnumbered, could not withstand such attrition, even with the addition of Orcs.
After the first group of Ghouls successfully crossed the mountains, in order to avoid being attacked from both sides, the Elf King hesitated for a long time before finally choosing to withdraw from the Elf Gate. Unfortunately, he soon paid the price for his indecisiveness.
The Tianshan Legion captured the treacherous fortress without bloodshed, opening the gateway to Silvermoon City.
First, a large contingent of Death Knights passed through the Elf Gates, followed by Meat Wagons and siege engines successfully entering Elf lands. In order to delay the Scourge's advance, Sylvanas blew up the bridges leading to Silvermoon City.
But she soon discovered that the Scourge was prepared.
With the help of magic, building a floating bridge was not difficult. The Death Knight froze the river, and a large group of Ghouls took the opportunity to lay down planks and secure them firmly, and a floating bridge was completed.
It didn't take long for the Scourge to successfully cross the river. The sturdy pontoon bridges swayed with the waves, a sight that seemed utterly ironic to Sylvanas.
"Sylvanas, is there any way to salvage this?"
The Scourge's strategy and rapid march terrified the Elf King. The Death Knights, leading the vanguard, advanced at such a speed that the overwhelming Gargoyles firmly controlled the air, forcing the Elf Dragonhawks to keep their heads down.
His opponent was like a master chess player, making it difficult for the Elves to move forward with each move.
The Scourge's efficiency far surpassed that of its former adversaries, leaving Sylvanas completely disorganized.
"I don't know, but you must get back to Silvermoon City as soon as possible and build the last line of defense; that's our only hope." Sylvanas looked at the Silvermoon City mage group and truly regretted bringing them to the Elf Gate.
Magic Shield protects Silvermoon City, but the Magic Shield is ultimately an inanimate object; it requires the cooperation of mages to function. Without a sufficient number of mages, Silvermoon City will eventually fall into the hands of the Scourge.
If Jaina were here, that would be wonderful. Unfortunately, not all mages are Mastery in teleportation.
The Elf King sighed; he knew he had to make a decision now.
After a brief rest in Fairbreeze Village, the Elves immediately retreated to Silvermoon City.
Dust billowed behind them, the earth trembled, and Arthas's Death Knight Order were drawing ever closer.
There is a tall tower between Fairbreeze Village and Silvermoon City, which is a good defensive stronghold.
Sylvanas Windrunner, Ranger-General of Silvermoon City, Guardian of the Elf Gate.
Now, her fortress has fallen to the Scourge, a profound disgrace she must bring to an end. Sylvanas bowed respectfully to the Elf King, and the Elf rangers watched as the King and his mage contingent departed.
This is their last battle; they need to hold out long enough to cover their comrades' retreat.
The massive Death Knight Order suddenly halted, just outside the range of the Elf Rangers, as their two most important leaders appeared to be arguing.
Sylvanas was most worried that her opponents would split their forces to pursue her, but Arthas clearly had no such intention.
"Why am I being sent to negotiate with Sylvanas?" Robbie asked, puzzled. "Prince Arthas, you are the leader of the Scourge. No one is more suitable than you."
"But Sylvanas is an exceptionally beautiful woman." Arthas's face flushed slightly. "I've been bullied by my sister since I was very young, and Sylvanas really looks like my sister. I'll get nervous."
"No way?" Robbie sighed, rubbing his forehead. "What kind of mess is this?"
I really couldn't tell.
Imagine this: Prince who often lives with a beautiful female corpse actually has a crush on his own sister.
This was an important negotiation, a crucial part of the entire plan, and a bold attempt by Robbie.
"Okay, I'll go then."
Robbie felt no pressure facing Sylvanas.
Robbie rode forward and stopped in front of the tower. Robbie looked relaxed and faced the arrows of the many Elf rangers without any pressure.
"Sylvanas Windrunner, we need to talk."
Sylvanas, her face as white as an apple blossom, peered out from the tower and carefully examined Robbie:
"I know you, Robbie Capor. Are you here to persuade me to surrender? Go back. The Scourge can step over my dead body, but they will never gain the loyalty of a Ranger-General."
Robbie shook his head, a mysterious smile on his face. "Ranger-General, I know your loyalty to Silvermoon City. I'm merely informing you on behalf of His Highness the Prince that you may leave."
"Leave?" Sylvanas was quite surprised.
"That's right. You and your rangers can leave here safely and return to Silvermoon City. The Death Knight Order will definitely not pursue you. You don't need to doubt it. As soon as I get back, we will retreat."
"Would Arthas be so kind as to let his enemies go?" Sylvanas scoffed. "Don't tell me it's for peace and Justice; I'm sick of that excuse. And don't expect us to be grateful."
"Of course not, it's for better revenge," Robbie said seriously.
"Revenge?" Sylvanas was increasingly confused.
"You think revenge is all about fighting and killing? That's so tasteless."
Robbie smiled slightly, then suddenly waved his right hand and shouted:
"Our Scourge will force all the High Elves into Silvermoon City, an isolated city without outside help. Once that Teleportation Array is complete, the Orcs will definitely leave Silvermoon City. You and I both know that the Orcs' escape was rushed; they didn't bring enough rations. The Orcs will never travel on an empty stomach."
Sylvanas visibly shuddered.
"Guess how the Orcs will obtain their military rations," Robbie sneered. "They'll get their own people, your High Elves, the Sunstrider family, the Windrunner family, and so on. The suffering and tragedies the people of Lordaeron have endured will be no different for Silvermoon City. This is Prince Arthas's revenge."
Windrunner heard a chattering sound coming from the Elf ranger beside her. Finally, she realized that her teeth were chattering too. Thinking of her Destiny of being eaten by the Orcs, Sylvanas was also afraid.
"Haha, what a low-level attempt to sow discord." Sylvanas remained defiant. "We were prepared long ago. The Orcs are imprisoned in a corner of Silvermoon City; they have no access to my people."
"I've heard Medivh improved your magical defenses," Robbie said pointedly. "Don't think the Guardians are acting out of kindness. Your defenses are already under his control. Think about it, before the Orcs left Silvermoon City, Medivh was happy to treat his pets to a big meal."
Sylvanas trembled; Robbie's deduction was so reasonable that she couldn't refute it.
"The greatest tragedy in the world is knowing full well the miserable Destiny that awaits your people, yet being powerless to stop it." Robbie raised his voice, making sure every Elf present could hear, "An even more tragic tragedy is that the Orcs have devoured your flesh and blood, and in the near future, you will have to serve Orcs."