According to the Guardians' history, Silvermoon City was destroyed by the Scourge Undead by Arthas.
Robbie was confident that Arthas would not go on a rampage and slaughter the innocent people of Silvermoon City.
In the true course of history, the culprit could only be the Orcs Legion, which did not appear in Silvermoon City in historical records. Medivh had sufficient reason to protect the Orcs and frame the Scourge for the destruction of Silvermoon City.
Robbie wanted to see if he could change history, so he told Sylvanas about the danger posed by the Orcs.
Whether Silvermoon City can escape this calamity depends on Sylvanas and the Elf King.
Out of compassion for the Destiny of the High Elves, Robbie has fulfilled his duty and has a clear conscience.
Robbie was also wondering why, if the Orcs had indeed destroyed Silvermoon City, the Forsaken led by Sylvanas and the Blood Elves led by Lor'themar Theron would join the Horde and willingly become the Orcs' lackeys.
History often unfolds in unexpected ways, and those high-ranking figures may think differently from ordinary people. Robbie considered himself an ordinary person, unable to comprehend the profound political wisdom espoused by those powerful figures.
There's a saying that goes, "Great wisdom appears as foolishness."
Great people don't distinguish between good and evil, nor do they care about hatred; all they care about is profit.
Robbie left the tower, and as he had promised, the Death Knight Order turned their horses around and slowly withdrew.
The Gargoyles that had covered the sky had also left, and the sky was now a clear blue.
Sylvanas felt a sense of relief at surviving a close call. She gazed at the departing Scourge, a melancholy look in her blue eyes as she pondered the message Robbie had conveyed.
Is this sowing discord, or is there some truth to it?
Sylvanas knew she had to make a decision, and she was even more aware of the Elf's stubbornness.
There might be a chance for things to turn around, but the hope is slim.
Sylvanas let out a small breath and looked at Ranger Lor'themar Theron.
This was her most trusted Adjutant, whom she had always groomed as her successor. If nothing unexpected happened, the resourceful and valiant Lor'themar would be the next Ranger-General.
Sensing the general's gaze, Lor'themar quickly bowed and expressed his opinion:
"General, Lord Robbie is absolutely right. We must be wary of those dangerous beasts."
"You called him 'Sir'?" Sylvanas, somewhat displeased. "Fine, Robbie is one of the leaders of the Scourge. Whether what Robbie said is true or not is irrelevant. What you need to consider is how to persuade the Elf King."
Whether the Orcs planned to massacre Silvermoon City was irrelevant, given Sylvanas's wisdom.
Now that we've received the warning, prevention is the right thing to do.
Only insignificant people would go to such lengths to search for evidence and uncover the truth.
For important figures, it's too late when the evidence is presented. They need to find solutions amidst the chaos, and even anticipate events to make decisions that benefit themselves.
Lor'themar lowered his head helplessly; he knew the Elf King no less than Sylvanas.
The Elf King was neither senile nor irrational; he was simply too old to react responsively to external stimuli. He possessed sufficient wisdom, but struggled to make timely decisions and preferred to remain content with the status quo, seeking a balance.
Faced with this complex situation, Silvermoon City is confronted with a life-or-death decision. At this critical moment when it needs to make a risky and important decision, the Elf King finds it difficult to make a decision.
If only he were a thousand years younger.
"Alright, let's just pretend we're already dead."
Sylvanas bit her lip and murmured:
"Lor'themar, the Elf ranger is in your hands. Remember, never return before the Orcs leave Silvermoon City. You know some of the hidden hideouts we've built; the caves deep in the forest have enough supplies. Hide there, pretend you're dead. Hopefully, my decision will preserve some of the High Elves ' bloodline."
"And what about you, General?"
Lor'themar knew this was a compromise, a helpless choice made in a desperate situation, indicating that Sylvanas did not believe she could persuade the Elf.
"I will rush back to Silvermoon City to make a final effort," Sylvanas said with a bright smile.
"I'm prepared to sacrifice myself here, even mentally prepared to be resurrected as Banshee by Arthas. Since I've been given a second chance at life, I'm ready to sacrifice myself for the people of Silvermoon City at any time. I truly hope my judgment is wrong."
Most of the Elf rangers followed Lor'themar in another direction, leaving behind a spark of hope, Sylvanas led only a small number of Elf rangers back to Silvermoon City.
Sylvanas had only been in the city a short time when the news spread like wildfire throughout Silvermoon City.
Panic gripped Silvermoon City.
In truth, the Elves were not unaware of the danger posed by the Orcs, but previously, only a small minority voices had been heard, making it difficult to exert sufficient influence. Now, the news brought back by Sylvanas has spread like wildfire, forcing even the Elf King to take it seriously.
The Elf King immediately summoned the Ranger-General, whose expression was grim.
"Sylvanas, I hope you have enough reasons to convince me." The aged Elf Anasterian stared at his most trusted general, for as his subordinates knew him, the Elf found it difficult to make a decision.
"The destruction of Lordaeron is the best reason," Sylvanas said resolutely.
"I have no prophetic abilities, nor can I foresee the future, but I know the Orcs are dangerous. Before the Scourge arrives, let's concentrate Silvermoon City's forces to eliminate the Orcs and prevent a future disaster. As for Medivh, let him go to hell. I don't believe he dares to destroy our Silvermoon City. I, Sylvanas Windrunner, swear that I am willing to bear the Guardians ' boundless wrath."
The Elf King closed his eyes and pondered for a while:
"Ranger-General, I don't know where your concerns come from, but in fact, I've considered everything thoroughly. You see, despite Thrall's repeated protests, I still insist on controlling the Orcs' supplies, giving them only the bare minimum to sustain life. The Orcs are already weakened; they can't even lift their Battle Axe. We have valiant rangers, we have a powerful mage order; even if that Magic Shield breaks, they pose no threat to us."
Sylvanas's eyes widened as she argued forcefully, "Great Elf King, you must remember, Orcs are a powder keg. Even without the fuse, they are still extremely dangerous. You must consider the people of Silvermoon City and not take chances. Have you forgotten King Terenas's lesson?"
That's enough.
The Ranger-General's resistance enraged the Elf King.
He calmed his anger, his expression softening slightly, and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, I understand your opinion. This is a major matter, after all, and I need to solicit opinions from various quarters. I will personally question Medivh. Ranger-General, you may go and rest. Without my orders, you are absolutely forbidden to act on your own."
Sylvanas felt a sudden darkness envelop her.
She finally understood why King Terenas couldn't bring himself to exterminate the Orcs in the Internment Camp.
Is the tragedy that befell Lordaeron about to befall Silvermoon City as well?
"Arthas, is this your revenge?"
Sylvanas was filled with grief and indignation.