"Her soul was consumed by despair and fear. I don't like such a dark soul; it tastes awful."
Sylvanas fell, Tichondrius, making an excuse, gave up the food that was practically offered to him. He hesitated for a moment, then pretended to have a sudden idea and suggested:
"Is there any better evidence than the wandering soul of a dark Banshee, wailing and lamenting the tragedy of the High Elves being slaughtered by the Scourge?"
Thrall nodded in satisfaction, pleased with the Dreadlord's plan, and therefore did not object.
Thrall, ever so cautious, never imagined that this was actually Dreadlord's scheme against the Orcs.
Just as he did with Uther the Lightbringer, Tichondrius cast dark magic on Sylvanas, making her believe that Arthas's Scourge had massacred Silvermoon City and that she had been killed by Arthas himself.
The Dreadlords are a cunning race; they know they cannot place all their hopes on Thrall.
Windrunner Sylvanas might be a good seed.
A pawn hidden in the shadows.
Even the Dreadlord could not have foreseen that the seed he had inadvertently planted would soon grow into a towering tree.
A dark Banshee, after the Lich King's "fall," regained her memories of her past life and secretly plotted and schemed to overthrow the Orcs' rule. She repeatedly dealt heavy blows to Thrall and his consort, leaving them in a state of unbearable suffering.
Sylvanas became the new ruler of the Horde, seeking revenge against the Burning Legion out of her anger, and unleashing her fury upon the entire world. Often, a woman's revenge is more pure and ruthless than a man's.
"Life is finite, but the dead live on forever. When the Forsaken of Quel'Thalas return to the World of the Dead, how will they treat you? Sylvanas, I look forward to it. This is the best punishment for you."
Having completed his carefully prepared scheme, Tichondrius looked up at the Magic Shield that enveloped Silvermoon City.
Without the support of the High Elf mages, the Magic Shield became even more vulnerable, and after several consecutive attacks by the Scourge's Catapults, the shield began to falter.
"It is time for our warriors to retreat," Saurfang the Great advised.
Thrall waved his hand. He knew that it would be difficult to stop the Orcs once they were caught up in a killing frenzy. It would take a considerable amount of time to regroup the troops, and it was essential to leave a rearguard to hold off the Scourge's pursuit.
Silvermoon City's Magic Shield was weaker than expected; the Scourge arrived far too quickly.
"Great men don't concern themselves with trifles. Let the Warsong Clan addicts continue their revelry. Take the Orcs from the Internment Camp and retreat through the Portal. This nostalgic celebration should come to an end."
The Orcs' merciless slaughter, the tragedy in Silvermoon City, tens of thousands of High Elves were utterly powerless to fight back and were massacred.
The Magic Shield was finally broken, and the Scourge stormed into Silvermoon City from all sides. The Orcs showed no sign of stopping their atrocities. Kael'thas witnessed it all, knelt on the ground, and swore an oath to the sky:
"The High Elves will remember everything that happened today and will surely make the Orcs pay for their crimes in blood."
Robbie looked at Kael'thas, whose eyes were bloodshot with rage, and shook his head regretfully.
History is always unpredictable, contrary to expectations, and full of irony and mockery.
In the near future, after the surviving High Elves of Silvermoon City changed their name to Blood Elves, Regent Lor'themar Theron and Countess Liadrin usurped the supreme leadership of the Blood Elves.
Kael'thas ultimately succumbed to their cunning, first dying at Tempest Keep, then being resurrected by the Burning Legion, and finally perishing at Magisters' Terrace.
The course of history is so interesting; the Blood Elves eventually became part of the Horde, serving the Orcs who slaughtered their kin.
What does a blood feud matter? In the end, it can't compare to the pressure of the situation. When a race thinks of survival first, it doesn't care about hatred.
Shadows and betrayals, submission to the strong, and begging for survival are all part of the normal course of history.
After Robbie rescued the High Elf girl, he secretly handed her over to Kel'Thuzad, specifically instructing him to keep it a secret from Prince Kael'thas.
Although Kael'thas was the Prince of Silvermoon City, his Destiny was full of hardships, and he lacked political wisdom.
Blood Elves are destined to become part of the Horde, and Robbie doesn't want to entrust the future of the High Elves to the Horde.
Although Kel'Thuzad was destined to fall, Robbie knew he had two bodies.
This secret was known only to Robbie and Arthas. Robbie had already guessed that only the cold skeleton of the Lich would perish in the future, and the cunning Kel'Thuzad would surely find a way to save his life.
Arthas rode Invincible into Silvermoon City, commanding the Scourge in a full-scale attack on the Orcs and doing his utmost to save the survivors of Silvermoon City. Suddenly, the Elven Prince jumped up, grabbed Arthas's saddle, and pleaded:
"Prince Arthas, in the name of the Prince of Silvermoon City, I beg your help: let my people, my sorrowful dead, rise up and become part of the Scourge, to personally avenge the Orcs, just as you did in Lordaeron."
Arthas looked at Kael'thas in surprise, then shook his head and refused:
"I understand how you feel, but do you know the pain of becoming Undead? It's not just physical pain, but a heavy burden on the soul. Who would want to become a walking corpse, living a life that's neither human nor ghost, terrified when they see themselves in the mirror? I cannot grant your request."
"Prince Arthas, I beg you, Silvermoon City is gone. How can the few survivors possibly avenge themselves against the Orcs? Only the Scourge has any hope of defeating Medivh and the Orcs," Kael'thas pleaded urgently.
Arthas hesitated for a long time before finally saying:
"Alright, but you know, this isn't something you can decide. We should respect the wishes of the dead. I'll try to resurrect a few High Elves and hear their opinions."
Arthas raised Frostmourne, Power of the Dead surged forth, rushing towards the tragic dead.
Strangely, no High Elves rose, and Arthas's Runic Magic failed.
"Kael'thas, I regret to inform you that the people of Silvermoon City are resisting my power, and I do not know why. Although I have the means to force them to become Undead, I cannot do so."
Kael'thas, utterly distraught, kept asking, "Why is this happening?"
Robbie approached the Elven Prince, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "They are more afraid than of revenge."
"Fear? No, we High Elves never fear," Kael'thas argued.
Robbie shook his head regretfully and sighed:
"Kael'thas, Elves are different from humans. You live long lives, and death is unimaginably far away. For us humans, we have seen far too much death in our lives—the passing of loved ones, the slaughter of victories, even a simple disease can take our lives. You see, how fragile humans are, and how short life is. That's why we can take life and death lightly and are fearless. Faced with the tragedy of Silvermoon City, the High Elves were not prepared; they were all terrified by this sudden death."
The Elven Prince was taken aback. He had to acknowledge Robbie's analysis and gritted his teeth, saying:
"I have made my decision. For the future of the High Elves, Prince Arthas, I beg you to force them to rise up and face this bloodshed and death," Kael'thas said resolutely.
"If you insist on this, I will have no choice but to forcibly erase their memories. They will forget everything about their lives and become the Forsaken. Without hatred, revenge is meaningless, and I refuse to do so."
Arthas suddenly shivered. He looked at the High Elf's body on the ground, and images flashed through his mind.
Robbie made significant gains at the Sunwell, and Arthas also awakened special abilities.
"So this is history! How interesting! Okay, I agree."