Blood Elves have always considered themselves a noble race. Lor'themar despises the savage Orcs, the cruel Trolls, the filthy and cowardly Tauren, the despicable Goblins, and the timid and cowardly Pandaren, not to mention the rotten and stinking Forsaken.
The reasons why Blood Elves joined the Horde are widely debated.
But Lor'themar knew that all the others were just excuses; the real reason was simply the limitation of geographical location.
Silvermoon City, Quel'Thalas, is located in the northern part of the Eastern Kingdoms, bordering the Plaguelands, and is also threatened by the Amani Trolls, its mortal enemies.
Without an alliance with Undercity, Silvermoon City is surrounded by enemies. The Forsaken, along with the Amani Trolls, could easily wipe out the few remaining Blood Elves.
Blood Elves cannot leave the Sunwell, so they cannot move to the Alliance territory.
The fall of Lordaeron left the Blood Elves with no choice but to seek refuge with the Horde for survival.
This was originally just a stopgap measure; Lor'themar never considered himself a member of the Horde.
But now the Forsaken are powerful, Sylvanas is ambitious to control the Horde, which means the Blood Elves will become vassals of Undercity.
Of course, Lor'themar, who was proud and arrogant, could not swallow this insult.
"To form an alliance with humans and Night Elves?"
Lor'themar's two good brothers' advice was exactly what he was thinking, but he still had some worries.
"What if Sylvanas launches a full-scale attack on Silvermoon City? Now that she controls the Iron Horde, she's eager to establish her authority. If we Blood Elves were to announce our withdrawal from the Horde at this time, wouldn't we be walking right into her trap?"
The Ranger-General Halduron was hot-blooded and impulsive, offering advice without thinking. When faced with problems, he didn't know how to solve them and could only respond with silence, looking away.
Although Archmage Rommath was taciturn, he always considered things carefully before speaking his mind. He already had a plan in place, and calmly said:
"Lor'themar, don't worry. Directly turning against Sylvanas is definitely not a wise move. We need to take a roundabout approach. Whatever conditions the Dark Lady proposes, we'll pretend to agree, and then find a way to evade and delay."
"If all else fails, we can launch an attack on Amani and beg Sylvanas for help. Just be careful not to offend the Dark Lady, and wait until Alliance unites against Sylvanas before joining them."
Halduron had no better ideas, so he could only nod and say, "That's a good idea."
Disguising himself as a snake to the Dark Lady was not difficult for Lor'themar; in fact, it was one of his strengths.
One of Lor'themar's outstanding abilities is that he can remain unremembered among the heroes of the Horde, making people instinctively overlook his existence.
"Okay, it's decided then."
Lor'themar made two preparations. On the one hand, he immediately sent a letter of allegiance to Sylvanas, reminiscing about his years as Sylvanas's Adjutant and the beautiful camaraderie that lasted for a century, trying to move her with his sentiments.
Then they declared their loyalty, steadfast devotion, and eternal allegiance to the Dark Lady.
On the other hand, several secret letters were sent to Anduin, the regent of Stormwind, Tyrande of Darnassus, King Greymane of Gilneas, the princess of Ironforge, and High Tinker Mekkatorque, a gnome.
Lor'themar despised Velen's character and looked down on him from the bottom of her heart, so she did not send a letter to Exodar.
He even sent a letter to Dalaran, expressing his determination to return to the Alliance at any time.
Sylvanas's reply arrived quickly, Lor'themar met at Light's Hope Chapel.
It was a sunny afternoon, the day Sylvanas and Lor'themar had arranged to meet.
The Dark Lady dressed discreetly, wearing a large black robe that concealed her beautiful figure and covered her face, like an ordinary traveler, and entered the Light's Hope Chapel with her head bowed.
Following behind was High Archmage Antonidas. After Sylvanas acquired Greater Demon Core, Antonidas received a reward from the Dark Lady for his unwavering loyalty and the irreplaceable role of an Archmage.
Now, Antonidas has shed his rotten flesh and gained a vibrant Fel Body. Judging from his rank within the Burning Legion, he can be considered a Demons officer.
I haven't studied Fel powers much, so it will take some time to adapt, but thankfully it won't affect my ability to cast Arcane spells.
The closer Antonidas got to humans, the more ashamed he felt. He cautiously followed behind Sylvanas, the Dark Lady, who was wrapped up so tightly that Antonidas practically looked like a mummy.
Sylvanas Anjing sipped her Morning Dew Wine, enjoying the beauty of life.
The dark times of being Undead meant I couldn't even taste the aroma of wine. Thankfully, all of that is over, and my life is filled with sunshine once again.
A strand of golden hair peeked out from under the hood, dazzlingly bright, like pure gold.
The appointed time was fast approaching, but Lor'themar had not yet appeared.
Sylvanas was in no hurry. She knew her former Adjutant well; he was always timid and cautious, and would only show himself once he was sure it was safe.
Just then, a Troll staggered into Light's Hope Chapel and sat down openly in front of Sylvanas.
Sylvanas frowned. This Troll walked in an odd way and was dressed in a mess, with various clothes haphazardly draped over his body.
The Dark Lady was still able to tell from details such as his fangs, earrings, and head shape that this was the Amani Tribe she hated the most.
What does it mean that an Amani Trolls has appeared? Sylvanas reached for the longbow hidden in her cloak.
"Your Majesty, I am not speaking on behalf of the Amani Trolls. In fact, I utterly despise these barbaric creatures. Believe me, I have come with sincere intentions."
The Troll spoke, its words broken and somewhat awkward, as if it were not quite used to the Troll's pair of enormous fangs.
"I am a wise man, and I wish to assist you in establishing immortal achievements."
A wise man?
Sylvanas hesitated for a moment, then her melodious voice rang out. "Stranger, tell me your reasons. Why do I need a wise advisor? And what outstanding wisdom do you possess?"
High Archmage Antonidas stepped forward and stood beside Sylvanas, asserting his status. When it came to strategy, he felt he was more than capable.
The Troll coughed and said seriously, "Since the opening of the Dark Portal, heroes have been fighting for supremacy. First, Warchief Blackhand rose to power, destroyed Stormwind City, and killed King Llane. Then Gul'dan and Orgrimmar joined forces and nearly wiped out humanity."
"King Terenas was incompetent and short-sighted, raising Orcs as a threat, and ultimately became Thrall's food, his soul unable to rest. Then the Lich King Arthas rose to power, the Scourge drove out the Orcs, and then the Justice Demon Hunter Illidan and the savior of the land Deathwing fell one after another, the situation gradually tilting in the Horde's favor, and the situation was originally very favorable."
"Unfortunately, Thrall is cruel and merciless, Saurfang the Great lacks wisdom, Vol'jin is cunning but not brave enough. Now that the Dark Portal has opened, Gul'dan has died a violent death, and Azeroth is in chaos. Only the Dark Lady can achieve dominance."
Sylvanas listened with pleasure and nodded, saying, "So, what suggestions do you have for the current situation?"
The Troll sensed Sylvanas's joyful mood and became somewhat carried away.
"Your Majesty, Dark Lady, heed my words, and our great undertaking can be accomplished. First, abandon Undercity, concentrate our forces to attack Darnassus, and the Alliance and the Horde will each possess a continent, dividing the world in two."