As night fell and the moonlight Sunwell well, the bright light dimmed, creating a hazy, ethereal scene with a strange, Anjing beauty.
"No, no, this result is too strange."
Having learned from the experience of calculating the Sunwell's Magic Shield last time, the calculation speed was much faster this time.
But the result took Kel'Thuzad by surprise.
Kael'thas cautiously reminded him, "Guardian Medivh has strengthened Silvermoon City's Magic Shield."
"That's precisely the strangest thing."
Kel'Thuzad carefully examined the calculation process and, finding no errors, confirmed it:
"The Magic Shield's strength hasn't increased; on the contrary, it's weakened considerably. Medivh has imbued the shield with an unknown magic, causing its strength to drop significantly. Strange, what kind of magic is it? Kael'thas, do you know what Medivh's purpose is?"
Kael'thas looked at his old friend, who had become Lich and whose face was even more gloomy, and answered somewhat timidly:
"I haven't been back in Silvermoon City for long, and as you know me, aside from my Mastery of my family's fire magic, I don't know much about these strange and unorthodox methods."
"You should study, Kael'thas. Don't waste your talent. There are no shortcuts; it's great magical knowledge, the crystallization of wisdom," Kel'Thuzad earnestly advised.
Kael'thas shrugged indifferently; compared to dry, boring magical knowledge, beautiful young girls and gentle noblewomen were clearly more attractive.
"The weakening of Silvermoon City's Magic Shield is a good thing for us. Whatever the conspiracy, there's no need to worry. With the Magic Shield shattered, Medivh's scheme will inevitably vanish."
Arthas's face lit up with joy. He took a step forward and raised Frostmourne:
"Without delay, the Scourge should launch an immediate attack and wipe out those damned green-skinned Orcs. It's time for Thrall to pay for his crimes."
The Scourge, stationed Sunwell, Kael'thas's Elves set off almost simultaneously, heading in a vast and imposing manner towards Silvermoon City.
For some reason, Robbie had a very uneasy feeling.
As the Infinite Dragonflight Toki once said, history is destined to remain unchanged.
The Guardian Medivh went a step further in his understanding of history, saying that time is like a slowly flowing river, with only the surface remaining unchanged, while the interior harbors turbulent currents, numerous reefs, and countless secrets.
The Guardian also said that time is not linear, but rather like a tangled ball of yarn, with no clear cause and effect.
If the Scourge wipes out the Orcs tonight, it will be tantamount to rewriting history.
It is entirely possible that another group of Orcs could emerge, with one of Orcs identifying himself as Thrall and maintaining the original form of Orcs history.
However, the history of Silvermoon City was altered, countless people were about to be saved, High Elves survived, thus changing the course of history.
Unless a surprise attack from the heavens destroys Silvermoon City, or Arthas suddenly turns evil.
Robbie stared at Arthas, whose face was serious, rational, and calm, and thought it was impossible. It was too incredible for someone's personality to suddenly change so drastically, unless he had been acting in front of him all along.
Even if Arthas were to unexpectedly turn to the dark side, Robbie would do everything in his power to stop him.
Tonight.
Or change history.
Or, witness firsthand the immense power of time.
Silvermoon City is destined to be anything but peaceful tonight.
King Anasterian the Elf King was particularly agitated. It was still early before bedtime, so he summoned his Personal Guard and decided to take a walk around Elf Silvermoon City. Whenever something big was about to happen, the Elf King would always have a premonition.
Unfortunately, the Prophecy Crystal was destroyed, and the Elf King received no guidance.
The protesters in front of the Royal Palace have not dispersed, and some are holding up a satirical poster.
It was an Orcs devouring the brain of the Elf King, his gaping maw, full of sharp teeth, a bloody and terrifying sight. The old and senile Elf King was oblivious, raising his hands and shouting, "The Orcs are the Saviors of Azeroth!"
The Elf King shook his head. A bunch of ignorant people; they had no idea about Silvermoon City's situation.
Upon seeing the Elf King appear, some people stepped forward to protest loudly, but were stopped by the guards; others questioned the Elf King.
The Elf King ignored the ignorant crowd, his eyes fixed straight ahead as he cautiously strolled along the street.
He had a premonition that he would encounter a specific person or a specific event.
"Your Excellency Elf King, will we be eaten by the Orcs?" a little girl asked in a clear voice.
This is an incredibly cute little girl with long golden hair, a delicate face, and big eyes. High Elves are known for their outstanding appearance, but such exceptional beauty as this little girl is still very rare.
The Elf King affectionately patted the little girl's head:
"Orcs are a friendly race; they are as loving as we are, and they will save Azeroth."
Suddenly, a strong tremor occurred, and the Magic Shield enveloping Silvermoon City quickly brightened, twinkling like stars, a truly beautiful sight.
But in the eyes of the Elf King, it was nothing short of a catastrophe, meaning that the Magic Shield was doing its utmost to defend against external enemies.
The Magic Shield trembled, flickering and showing signs of instability. In the distance, the sound of a catapult could be heard as large stones collided with the Magic Shield, creating a thunderous roar.
"What happened?" the Elf King asked loudly.
"It's the Scourge; they've suddenly launched an attack on Silvermoon City," a guard replied.
Soon, more bad news arrived. A mage from the city wall rushed over, saying in a panic, "Great Elf King, retreat quickly! The Magic Shield is unstable and is about to break!"
Kael'thas.
The Elf King's voice was icy cold.
Silvermoon City's shield was already weaker than the Sunwell's, and Medivh's addition of mysterious magic further weakened it. The Scourge's catapults bombarded the weak point for half an hour, causing the shield covering Silvermoon City to vanish.
The Scourge attacked the area where the Orcs were located.
Perhaps due to its over-reliance on magic, Silvermoon City's walls, though beautiful, were not sturdy enough. Not long after the Magic Shield shattered, a catapult smashed a large hole in it, and the Elf mage corps on the walls scattered in panic.
Arthas and Robbie rushed into the breach almost simultaneously.
"Thrall, your end has come!" Arthas roared Frostmourne.
Robbie shielded Arthas, a pungent, foul stench hitting them. Just like in Lordaeron, the Orcs hadn't yet learned basic manners.
The two soon saw a large group of Orcs gathered at the foot of the city wall. There was no firelight, and they appeared as a dark mass from a distance. They were all dressed in neat armor and carrying various weapons.
The familiar aroma of meat filled the air, indicating that the Orcs had clearly had a hearty meal.
"This isn't right. Weren't the High Elves supposed to control the Orcs' diet, keeping them in a state of hunger and weakness? How come the Orcs have meat to eat? Could this be a trap?"
Robbie felt a chill run down his spine, only to find that the Orcs opposite him were even more tense.
The catapults roared incessantly, large sections of the city wall collapsed, and the Undead Mage corps began chanting, pouring magic towards the Orcs camp. Multicolored magical lights flashed, mercilessly reaping the lives of the Orcs.
Arthas and Robbie led the way, and Ghouls swarmed in, engaging the Orcs in close combat.
The Orcs' morale was unusually low, and the battle line collapsed in no time. The Orcs scattered and fled, trampling each other, resulting in countless deaths and injuries, leaving only a one-sided massacre.
Undead Scourge advanced methodically, Death Knight Order began flanking maneuvers to ensure no Orcs could escape.
The Orcs are finished.
Robbie's sense of unease grew stronger as he gazed at Arthas, who was wielding Frostmourne, not far ahead.
Were only Orcs slaughtered tonight?