"Men, look what the Dalaran mages have brought us: large chunks of fresh meat."
Thrall, holding Gorehowl in one hand and Doomhammer in the other, stood on the high platform and shouted:
"Come, come, let's eat well tonight, regain our strength, and wash away our grievances and shame. These damned Elves won't even let us have a full meal. Elf King, you fool, you will pay the price for your stinginess and cruelty. Your lowly and lowly subjects are only fit to be our Orcs' rations."
The Orcs were in a chaotic mess as they began boiling water and cooking meat. After days of simple meals, vegetables, and dried fruit, the Orcs were practically starving. Looking at the large, delicious pieces of meat, all of Orcs were swallowing their saliva.
"Don't eat too much. Silvermoon City has plenty of live delicacies. The tender flesh of the High Elves will fill our bellies. Come, warriors, prepare your Battle Axes. Tonight, Silvermoon City is our Orcs' canteen."
Another rumbling sound followed as the towering, colorful beam of light slammed into Silvermoon City's Magic Shield, flashing with a strange light, as if some kind of magic was slowly reviving.
Grand Astromancer Solarian wouldn't trust Robbie, but she's willing to place her trust in Prince Kael'thas.
She led a group of her trusted subordinates and escaped Silvermoon City through a corner of the city gate. This was an escape route that had been prepared in advance. Seeing the streaks of light from the Magic Shield, Solarian was horrified.
"This magic is..."
By this time, the Scourge had completely surrounded Silvermoon City. Kel'Thuzad had obtained the new data and was frantically calculating. Even the Lich was tense; his bones were creaking, but his eyes and hands remained perfectly steady.
After handing the data to Kel'Thuzad, Robbie immediately turned and returned to Silvermoon City, feeling he should do something.
The satirical painting in front of the Royal Palace attracted the Elf King, who stood before it for a long time.
Why does the Orcs, devouring the Elf King's brain, feel a sense of familiarity?
Is it because this Orcs looks like Thrall?
The Elf King shook his head, a lingering shadow settling over him. He strolled along the street, self-deprecatingly thinking he was probably overthinking things; Medivh had no reason to destroy Silvermoon City.
He had a premonition that he would encounter a specific person or a specific event.
Although this premonition had a strangely familiar feel to it.
"Your Excellency Elf King, will we be eaten by the Orcs?" a little girl asked in a clear voice.
The Elf King gazed at the incredibly adorable little girl, hesitated for a moment, and then affectionately patted the top of her head:
"Orcs are a friendly race; they are as loving as we are, and they will save Azeroth."
Boom!
The colorful beam of light collided with the Magic Shield once again, and strange patterns lit up the Magic Shield that enveloped Silvermoon City.
The Elf King looked up at the pattern and was suddenly startled:
"Impossible, this magic is..."
He recalled an ancient spell that existed only in Legendary. High Elves never believed this spell was real, even though some ancient books contained detailed descriptions of it.
Now the Legendary has become reality. The Elf King felt short of breath, weak all over, and his magic power had vanished without a trace. His guards were the same; they couldn't even lift their weapons and lay on the ground groaning.
A gleaming Battle Axe swept across, and the Elf King watched as he was cleaved in two at the waist.
This is a shameless sneak attack.
"I apologize for that dishonorable attack, Elf King."
"No, no, this isn't real. This magic is... Queen Azshara's Curse."
Silvermoon City, Kael'thas stared at the magical patterns on the shield, retreating step by step until he slumped to the ground, completely stunned.
"Queen Azshara's Curse? How is this possible?" Kel'Thuzad's calculations didn't slow down at all, but he still couldn't help but exclaim in surprise. He had seen this magic in some ancient books.
Ten thousand years ago in Azshara, rumors circulated among the Highborne that Queen Azshara had been murdered using a spell never seen before, known as the Queen Azshara's Curse.
Once this spell is cast, the Highborne will suffer from Mana Addiction and become weakened.
But it was later proven to be a rumor; Queen Azshara was not killed. Although Highborne testified and vividly described the magical symbol, no one believed it to be true.
The Highborne of Azshara were tormented by arcane corruption and Mana Addiction, but whether the great Queen Azshara herself was addicted to Mana Addiction was a taboo subject.
The Legendary has become reality. The mysterious magic, Queen Azshara's Curse, cast by the Guardian Medivh, has affected the entire Silvermoon City, plunging all the High Elves into an inescapable Mana Addiction.
Saurfang the Great grinned maliciously, gazing at the Elf now split in two, and roared proudly.
"I am the symbol of Orcs glory, I am the Invincible king of ambush, Saurfang the Great."
Thrall strode over, grabbed the Elf King's mutilated upper body, and grinned maliciously:
"Elf King, we Orcs are a friendly race. We will only devour you alive. I guarantee you will live until the last piece of your flesh enters my stomach, you foolish Elf King. The destruction you have brought to your people, we Orcs must thank you for providing so much military rations."
Thrall opened his gaping maw and tore at the Elf King's flesh. Despite enduring immense pain, the Elf King could not fall unconscious. "Why, why, why are you treating us High Elf elves like this?"
As Medivh approached, the Elf King screamed incessantly, uttering this question.
Medivh looked at the Elf King with a smug smile:
"Elf King, blame Arthas, blame his Scourge. I want his power, and I want the Invincible Scourge, so I can unify Azeroth. I need more allies, more forces I can rely on. The destruction of Silvermoon City will make the Scourge the common enemy of Azeroth."
"You will not succeed, Medivh," the Elf roared. "Your lies will not last long; the kings of Azeroth will surely learn the truth."
"Is the truth really that important? I just need an excuse, that's all." Medivh thought for a moment, then smiled faintly, "Perhaps. Sometimes a little trickery is necessary."
Medivh clapped his hands, and two High Elves approached. Protected by Medivh's magic, they were unaffected by the Mana Addiction.
The Elf ranger Lor'themar Theron Countess Liadrin watched expressionlessly as Thrall devoured the Elf King's flesh, their numb expressions like those of corpses.
"Look, a man and a woman, handsome and beautiful, what a perfect couple they are. They will announce to the world that the Scourge destroyed Silvermoon City, that Arthas killed you, and that the Orcs never appeared in Silvermoon City."
The Elf King spoke in a hoarse, mournful voice, constantly cursing:
"Medivh, you will suffer the most terrible curse. You, your ancestors, your descendants, the tragedy that Silvermoon City suffers today will all be avenged on you. You will not escape this ancient curse. I, Anasterian Medivh, Elf you with my blood, with my ancestors, and with all my descendants."
Medivh stared coldly at the Elf King, his gaze full of mockery.
Just then, people noticed the little girl standing nearby.
This exceptionally beautiful little girl, unaffected by the Mana Addiction, witnessed the tragedy before her in astonishment.
The Elf King saw hope.
Just when Silvermoon City was about to perish, a High Elf without Mana Addiction appeared.
This is the Redemption of the High Elves.