"My name is Dar'Khan Drasil, a minor lord in the Silvermoon Council, serving under Ranger-General Sylvanas. To be honest, I brought the parameters for the Sunwell Shield. With these parameters, you can easily break down the Sunwell's defenses."
The proud Elf lord was determined to meet Arthas, and when he learned that Arthas possessed important information, his request was granted.
Arthas looked at Kel'Thuzad, who nodded cautiously.
"Don't try to torture me," Dar'Khan warned. "I was once captured by the Amani Trolls, and those damned beasts tortured me in every way imaginable, including with dark magic, but I didn't utter a single word."
Speaking of the past, the Elf lord revealed a proud expression:
"These parameters were deliberately leaked to me by Lor'themar. He witnessed firsthand how I was tortured by the Trolls without uttering a word. Lor'themar wasn't confident he could withstand the Scourge's torture, but I could. Of course, what made me decide was the death of my sister; my poor sister was eaten by the Orcs."
Dar'Khan burst into tears, revealing his true feelings in front of outsiders, and appeared extremely heartbroken.
"So what do you want?" Arthas asked.
Prince Highness despises these traitors. In Prince view, no matter how great the reason, one should not betray one's country. But at this moment, he has no choice but to use these despicable people.
Despite his best efforts to conceal it, Dar'Khan still noticed Arthas's disdain.
"Don't compare me to those treacherous villains. I need nothing; everything I've done is for the people of Silvermoon City. Although it was of my own volition, you can assume that Sylvanas me. Clearly, Lor'themar used me, but I willingly allowed myself to be used."
"I need to see with my own eyes, hear with my own ears, and judge with the wisdom I've accumulated over thousands of years who is more reliable, you or the Orcs. If you pass my simple test, the Scourge will obtain the Sunwell parameters; otherwise, you will only receive a corpse and a not-so-noble soul."
Dar'Khan was not a petty, opportunistic man, but a seasoned warrior, and Arthas and Robbie immediately felt a deep respect for him.
"Such a great warrior, how can I pass your test?" Arthas asked.
"They all say that Prince Arthas has been corrupted into a dark lord, with white hair, wrinkled skin, and an old, foul stench. But from what I've observed, this is all lies and slander. You are still a handsome Prince. But eyes can deceive, and there is magic that can conceal things. Could you allow me to get closer and observe?"
"Dar'Khan asked."
"Of course." Arthas wasn't afraid of any schemes or tricks an Elf elven lord could pull.
Dar'Khan was mischievous. He leaned close to the Prince's face, sniffing him carefully, then pinched Arthas's cheek before finally nodding with satisfaction. "It's not a magical disguise; you're a genuine human."
"All right!"
Arthas was slightly embarrassed!
"So what is the next test?"
Dar'Khan's eyes darted around, and he asked, "Can you tell me why you've come to the Sunwell?"
"We are attempting to use the energy of the Sunwell to resurrect the people of Lordaeron," Kel'Thuzad answered honestly, with no reason to hide anything.
Dar'Khan turned to look at the Lich, shook his head, and said:
"The Sunwell contains immense magical power, but it may not be able to resurrect the Undead. You will likely be disappointed. I believe your reasoning. So, how will you treat the Orcs?"
"We must drive the Orcs off this continent." Arthas's voice was filled with determination:
"If you insist on protecting these beasts, we will never leave the Elf realm. Rest assured, the Scourge Undead not harm the innocent people of Silvermoon City; I can guarantee that."
Dar'Khan fell into thought. His so-called test was nothing more than this simple conversation and observing Arthas's expression during the conversation to verify whether it was the truth or a lie.
After a long silence, Dar'Khan finally spoke with a bitter expression:
"If you deceive me, then the people of Silvermoon City will suffer because of my decision. They will become miserable Undead and curse me as a damned traitor. Although I don't care, I can never forgive those damned beasts, my poor sister."
Dar'Khan started crying again.
"If my choice is wrong, I will be the first to bear the consequences." A mad glint appeared in Dar'Khan's eyes. "Before coming here, I took Plague Potion and can already feel the Plague raging within me. Heh, if madness can save the people, I am willing to be the first to succumb to madness."
"The parameters for the Sunwell cover are as follows."
Dar'Khan finally made up his mind to trust Arthas, and said a few numbers, Kel'Thuzad carefully memorized.
"Now, it's the Elf King's turn to have a headache, to choose between the Orcs and the sun," Dar'Khan said with a smile.
Once the parameters for the magic shield are available, breaching the Sunwell's defenses becomes much easier.
Every Magic Shield has weaknesses. With the parameters, the weak points can be calculated. Kel'Thuzad buried himself in calculations for several hours and finally got the result. The Scourge's catapults bombarded several key points in succession.
In less than half a day, the Sunwell's shield became unstable, and about ten hours later, the Magic Shield collapsed completely. The mages guarding the Sunwell realized that there was a traitor among them.
Without Magic Shield, the small number of Sunwell Guards were powerless to organize a defense.
The Scourge did not mistreat these Guards; they were incorporated into the prisoner-of-war camp. Dar'Khan, now Undead, walked past his brethren, smiling as he faced their scorn and insults.
"I need no proof, nor do I need understanding. I only need a clear conscience. Prince Arthas, I hope you will not Corruption the Sunwell. You know what the Sunwell means to the High Elves. If we cooperate well, the gates of Silvermoon City will open to you. Remember your promise: destroy those damned Orcs."
High Elves have a severe dependence on magic, sometimes referred to as Mana Addiction.
The Sunwell is the source of the High Elves' magic; losing the Sunwell is tantamount to losing hope.
While there are other ways to combat Mana Addiction, such as using special herbs or relying on magic gems, all require strong willpower.
To feed so many people in Silvermoon City, there must be a continuous source of magic like the Sunwell.
The Sunwell, a beautiful lake, its magical waters nurture Elf.
The Elves built all sorts of magnificent buildings by the lake, almost turning it into a city.
Robbie and Arthas saw the Sunwell and were immediately captivated by its exquisite beauty.
The Elf elven-style architecture pales in comparison to the magical lake. The Sunwell, true to its name, truly resembles a radiant sun, yet without the blinding glare of sunlight.
An extremely bright yet soft light filled the space between heaven and earth, making the sun and moon pale in comparison.
"I seem to see something, a strange feeling I can't quite describe." Arthas looked puzzled, feeling his blood boiling, something awakening within him.
"I also seem to see something, some points, lines, and planes." Faced with this ultimate beauty, Robbie felt a resonance with the mysterious blood he had once drunk, and a power surged within him.
The secret of magic is revealed before our eyes.