Archmage Rommath scratched his head, realizing he had made a mistake.
After the Orcs consumed the Blood of Mannoroth, their muscles swelled and their faces became twisted and ferocious.
But for Orcs, this is a kind of Evil charm; the most attractive appearance for female Orcs is that of Gul'dan, who is considered the most handsome among Orcs.
Archmage Rommath quickly realized that absorbing the power of Fel could improve one's appearance, rather than destroy it.
"Fel has such benefits?" Rommath pondered to himself, and seeing Lor'themar still hesitating and unable to make up his mind, he suddenly had some strange thoughts.
Rommath gazed at Sylvanas's perfect face, his heart itching with envy. The reason he always wore a mask was because his appearance was inferior to Halduron's, and he was often ridiculed by Halduron.
Gritting his teeth, Rommath made up his mind, grabbed the cup containing Sylvanas's blood, and poured it into his mouth without hesitation, leaving not a single drop.
A powerful force expanded within Rommath' body, Rommath to feel a burning sensation in her mouth and nose, as if her breath carried a Flame. This expanding force grew stronger and stronger, almost bursting her apart.
Having expanded to its maximum, Rommath felt like he was about to explode, but suddenly felt an extreme relaxation and ease, his whole body feeling light and incredibly comfortable.
He quickly took out a mirror and looked at himself in surprise. He was indeed more handsome and stronger.
Even more miraculously, Rommath felt a more unobstructed flow of magic within his body than before, as if the burden he had carried since birth had suddenly vanished, and something he hated had left him forever.
The Mana Addiction that had bound him since birth and caused so much suffering to the High Elf elves had vanished.
Sylvanas nodded at Rommath:
"Very good, a wise choice."
"What, what exactly happened? Why has the Mana Addiction disappeared?" Rommath was both surprised and delighted. He was surprised because he was afraid he would have to accept the Dark Lady's control, but delighted because if there was no Mana Addiction to restrict him, his magical power would definitely reach a higher level.
"Mana Addiction is not something you are born with."
Sylvanas sighed, perhaps out of consideration for certain powerful beings, the Dark Lady wisely refrained from further explanation:
"Fel possesses greater potential, which is why Sargeras abandoned Arcane. Demon Hunter Illidan initially studied Druid power, then pursued Arcane power, and finally embraced Fel. Were Sargeras and Illidan's choices wrong? Don't hesitate any longer; this is the Destiny of the Blood Elves."
Sylvanas poured herself another cup of blood and carefully pushed it in front of Lor'themar.
"Are you going to refuse this great gift, Lor'themar, my most trusted Adjutant?"
Lor'themar's hands were visibly trembling; he saw the benefits of Fel, but he couldn't relinquish his power.
He is the Regent of the Blood Elves, and once everyone forgets about the Sunstrider royal family, he could even become the true royal family of Quel'Thalas. This is a great achievement for all ages, making the mere temptation before him seem so insignificant.
In contrast, the Ranger-General Halduron was not as greedy for power. When he saw Rommath smiling and glancing at her reflection in the mirror, he was immediately filled with jealousy.
Of the three, Lor'themar was the most powerful, Rommath was the most knowledgeable, and she herself was the most handsome and charming. Now, she felt very bad about being overshadowed in appearance.
Without hesitation, Halduron grabbed the cup and poured the blood into his mouth.
"You"
Rommath drinking blood could be somewhat justifiable, as it helped him verify the effects and costs of Fel. However, Halduron drinking blood was blatant robbery, an act driven by malicious intent.
Lor'themar realized she had overlooked something important.
These two brothers are typical looks-obsessed people; appearance is incredibly important to them.
Sylvanas smiled gently, her eyes narrowing slightly, a dangerous glint flashing in her beautiful gaze.
"Lor'themar Theron, you were once my Adjutant. I was willing to give you a chance and forgive your betrayal of Silvermoon City, but now you have disappointed me greatly. With your two friends, you are no longer of any use."
Sylvanas's gaze sharpened, Lor'themar felt as if he were bound by magic, unable to move.
The High Archmage Antonidas seized the moment when Lor'themar was most distracted and bound his body.
Then, Halduron and Lor'themar, his two most trusted friends, pierced Lor'themar's back with two sharp blades, one on his left and one on his right.
The two watched numbly as their old friend struggled in agony, just as Lor'themar had witnessed the Orcs cruelly devour the Sun King on the day Silvermoon City fell.
One of the reasons the Dark Titan Sargeras chose fel energy was its binding effect on his subordinates, ensuring their unconditional obedience and eliminating the fear that cunning demons might betray him.
"How does it feel to be betrayed, Lor'themar?"
Lor'themar writhed in agony, whimpering incoherently, and vomited fragments of his internal organs.
Sylvanas patted his back, gently pulled him into her arms, a barely perceptible look of pain on her lips, until her former comrade breathed his last.
"From the day the Sun King granted the Orcs refuge in Silvermoon City, the Destiny of the High Elves was sealed."
Sylvanas gazed at the sky over the Plaguelands, full of confidence.
"Fel is the only way out for High Elves. From this day forward, Blood Elves will become history, and a new chapter for Fel Elves will begin."
Under the leadership of Archmage Rommath and Ranger-General Halduron, Sylvanas easily took over Silvermoon City.
With these two powerful figures setting an example, the Blood Elves faced their Destiny squarely and accepted Sylvanas's blood.
Sylvanas still cherishes old feelings; very few Blood Elves die from exploding bodies after consuming Fel blood.
The power of Fel is transforming the Blood Elves, and just as Sylvanas wished, they are officially renamed Fel Elves.
After taking over Silvermoon City, Sylvanas's first act was to launch an attack on Zul'Aman.
Zul'Aman holds special significance for Silvermoon City.
Although Zul'jin, the leader of Zul'Aman, was cunning and cruel, Mastery various dark magic arts, Zul'Aman had no reinforcements and was fighting a completely isolated battle.
How such a Troll could survive for so long and become a threat to Silvermoon City is a question worth pondering.
When the High Elves first entered the Eastern Kingdoms, they fought a battle for survival against the Forest Trolls.
Later, with the rise of humankind, the High Elves and humans joined forces to defeat the Forest Trolls, causing the Trolls to lose their dominance over the continent.
Only the small region of Zul'Aman was left untouched. Throughout the long history of the High Elves, they had always maintained a policy of good relations with humans, and it wasn't without the opportunity to eliminate the Amani Tribe.
As a former Ranger-General of Silvermoon City, Sylvanas certainly knew the reason behind it.
This is an art of domination, deliberately orchestrated by the Sunstrider family, who use the Amani Tribes as training grounds to maintain the High Elves ' fighting strength.
On the other hand, it can effectively divert conflicts between clansmen.
Now, Sylvanas, who is determined to rule Azeroth, has become extremely ambitious.
Zul'Aman, the cancer that threatens Silvermoon City, no longer has any reason to exist.