Luo Sheng knew long ago that the Forsaken were not the same as the Scourge.
The Scourge of the dead from Lordaeron, while the Forsaken originated from the High Elves of Silvermoon City.
When Robbie heard that Arthas needed to erase the memories of the dead in Silvermoon City in order to resurrect them as Undead, he finally understood the origin of the name "Forsaken".
Forgotten, memories forcibly erased.
Robbie secretly winked at Arthas, who understood immediately. Arthas made an excuse to send Kael'thas away so he could discuss the matter with Robbie.
"Do you know the Destiny of the Forsaken?" Robbie solemnly warned, "Without the hatred in their memories, they won't raise the banner of revenge against the Orcs. They'll just be content with the status quo, or even side with the Orcs."
Arthas shook his head slightly, his smile becoming even more sarcastic, "What's even more ridiculous is that even knowing they were killed by Orcs in their previous lives, they would still willingly become the Orcs' lackeys."
Robbie looked at Arthas in surprise, not understanding where Arthas got his foresight.
"At the Sunwell, I awakened a special ability, which I call the ability to Death Prediction. It allows me to see the scene before the living die. This ability is unreliable, and many people cannot see through it, such as you and Kel'Thuzad. I saw the future of the people of Silvermoon City. Many of them died fighting alongside the Orcs. Ironically, a few of them willingly chopped off their thigh bones to use as firewood so that the Orcs could have a hot meal."
Robbie recalled the ability of Kilrogg Deadeye of the Orcs Bloodmaul Clan, who traded one of his eyes for the ability to foresee his own death. Arthas's ability to Death Prediction was somewhat similar.
"Since you already know, why did you still resurrect them?" Robbie shrugged, indicating his confusion.
Because none of us can change the predetermined future.
Arthas smiled bitterly, gazing at the carnage within Silvermoon City, and said with a hint of helplessness:
"I see the Forsaken have forgotten their hatred, betrayed their ancestors, and those surviving Blood Elves have all become the Orcs' lackeys, calling it the wisdom of survival. Since I can't change the future, I might as well make them familiar enemies. Even if I don't do it, someone else will, and then pin the blame on me. At least I'm very familiar with the power of these Forsaken I resurrected."
Robbie sighed. Arthas was right; history cannot be changed.
The Sands of Time have shown Robbie the powerful restorative power of time. Under these circumstances, he can only follow the rules created by time, and try his best to benefit himself and save the more innocent people without violating these rules.
In the near future, the Forsaken, led by Sylvanas, will completely break free from Arthas's control and become a force with independent intelligence and will.
Even knowing this would be the outcome, Arthas had to do it. If some other unknown entity were to resurrect the dead of Silvermoon City, they would become unfamiliar enemies, an unknown and mysterious force.
It is much easier to deal with an enemy you have created yourself than an enemy you don't know.
"Robbie, some things are destined to happen, but there's no hope. There are many loopholes within the larger rules, and if we can seize those loopholes, we can change many inevitable tragedies. We need to find like-minded partners to fight against this tragic Destiny. We need a stable and reliable alliance to form a team."
"Like-minded partners?"
Robbie thought to himself, "You're not talking about Illidan the Demon Hunter, Deathwing Garrosh Hellscream. If we were to form an alliance, it would definitely be much better than going it alone."
Arthas's face beamed with hope, brimming with confidence, and he said with absolute certainty:
"This is just the beginning. The tragedies you have witnessed, all the evil deeds you have seen, will be brought to justice in the future. Believe me, they will pay the price. The judge has arrived; he will judge the crimes of this world according to his own will, seek justice for the good and redress the innocence."
Okay, Arthas is full of chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur), this is his true nature, representing his Steadfast beliefs.
"The Forsaken need a leader," Robbie reminded him, though he already knew the answer.
"I've already made up my mind," Arthas said confidently. "Windrunner Sylvanas is the best choice. I can already sense her dark soul about to awaken."
Arthas raised Frostmourne, and wherever he went, the dead of Silvermoon City rose from the dead.
These High Elves, who have risen again, are like newborn babies, bewildered and aimless, and it will take them some time before they can form a fighting force.
The Orcs who couldn't escape paid the price for their crimes. The Scourge swept everything away. Although the battle of Silvermoon City didn't wipe out all the Orcs, at least more Half-Orcs didn't have time to retreat.
The massive Teleportation Array painstakingly built by Silvermoon City became the Portal for the Orcs' retreat. The Scourge surrounded it, and Thrall stood inside the Portal, watching the arriving Scourge with a mocking smile.
"Arthas, you've won, but what good is it? People will only remember that the Scourge destroyed Silvermoon City, and Elf Lor'themar Theron, the elven ranger, Liadrin will spread your crimes far and wide. We Orcs devoured the people of Silvermoon City, and yet they will blame the Scourge. Seeing your powerlessness, I feel quite gratified."
Arthas was also watching Thrall, his expression utterly calm. This was Guardian Medivh's usual tactic; having already foreseen the future, Arthas paid it no heed.
"Thrall, I have seen the future of the Orcs, I have seen your helplessness and regret. I am powerless to change the current situation, and you are equally powerless to change the future of the Orcs. You probably don't know what Medivh has done to you Orcs! If you are so inclined, go and consult some learned sages. Medivh is draining the Orcs' Racial Power!"
"Racial Power? What's that?" Thrall, somewhat confused.
Arthas smiled faintly, "What good would killing you Orcs do? Even if I wiped out all the Orcs of Azeroth, Medivh would simply find a new Orcs to replace you. In countless Timelines, in countless pasts and futures, as long as the Racial Power doesn't run out, life will continue forever."
"When that desperate moment arrives, the Orcs will disappear from all Timelines. This race will be forever annihilated, becoming irretrievable dust of history. You originally had ten thousand years of continuous existence, ample time to evolve and change. Unfortunately, now, because of Medivh's impatience and the needless depletion of your Racial Power, you have no time left."
Thrall was confused by Arthas. He felt it was a deliberate attempt to sow discord, but it still left a lingering shadow in his heart.
"Thrall!"
The enraged Elven Prince Kael'thas charged forward, his entire body engulfed in flames, resembling a burning Phoenix.
"You executioner, you will pay the price for your crimes."
A burst of intense Flames shot towards Thrall inside the Portal.
Thrall wore a mocking expression. He knew the Portal was indestructible, and Medivh's work was a guarantee of quality, which was why he dared to stay and mock him.
As expected, the Flames were blocked by the Portal's shield.
However, a few Flames unexpectedly passed through the Portal and burned between Thrall's legs.
Thrall stared at his lower body.
Something is burnt.