The Night Elves ' homeland is on the other side of the sea, and the journey across the Great Sea is extremely dangerous and long. The rescued Elves are still very weak and cannot withstand the bumpy ride, so they will stay in the Canyon for a while longer.
"We've already sent ravens back with the message," Nightmoon said, regaining his composure. "In no more than two months, Darnassus's naval ships will arrive at Northport. Rest assured, my lord, they will only take away the abducted Elf victims. Master Oakleaf, along with many other Druids, will remain behind."
The Druids agreed to help Unas create 300 Treants, and Unas wouldn't let them go easily until they completed this task.
"Then, you and the Watcher will be accompanying me to Stormwind City this time. I may need your assistance."
"No problem." Nightmoon nodded in agreement.
Unas turned to the centurions of the Argent Dawn and the commanders of the Dark Iron Dwarves, "Qiaosen, Liante, Feniel, and Colonel Deeprock, the Canyon is yours to manage after I leave. You must build the city and cultivate the land according to plan, without the slightest slackening!"
"Yes!" the four answered loudly in unison.
The people in the room were ordered to leave one by one, leaving only the Troll Priest standing alone in place.
"Haikesi, is there anything else?"
The Troll stammered, "I know it's inappropriate to say this now, but I beg you, my lord, when the Night Elf warships arrive, allow me to board with my god. I... I want to return to Tanaris."
"Heh!" Unas sneered, "Aren't you a follower of the Holy Light? The Holy Light needs you right now, yet you're in such a hurry to run back to your homeland?"
Haikesi spoke his heart, "I am a loyal believer of the Holy Light, but I am also a priest of the Spider God. Having reconnected with the will of my god's radiance, my cooled blood has burned anew. The blood feud of my people cannot go unavenged. I must return! I must rebuild the Shadra Tribe!"
"You incompetent old codger?" Unas roared in fury. "What makes you think you can protect Shadra? In your hands, she'll just become a piece of meat to be fought over! Besides, what will I do if you take her away? The Poison Spiders in the Forest still need Shadra's control, and the safety of this Canyon depends entirely on her. I can't let her leave! If you don't even understand this basic principle, then get out of here!"
A roar made the Troll shrink back even more, but he still insisted, "There must be my people scattered throughout the desert. As long as my god reappears, they will all answer the call, and then..."
"Hmph!" Unas snorted again. "No problem, you can go back to the Tanaris Desert to gather your people, but Shadra cannot leave. Don't you want to rebuild your tribe? I can carve out a piece of land in the Forest for you; you can rebuild your tribe here!"
"We... we are Desert Trolls, not adapted to the Forest climate..."
"You seem to be adapting quite well. Alright, I don't have time for jokes anymore," Unas said seriously. "Once the situation here stabilizes, I can even send troops to help you take revenge. But listen carefully: unless all the spiders in the Forest turn into docile sheep overnight, Shadra cannot leave the Canyon. Anyone who disagrees is my enemy!"
The stern threat rendered the Troll speechless.
Seeing the other's trembling expression, Unas realized he had gone too far. After all, the Troll was an important ally. So he lowered his voice and said, "So many years have passed. How many of your people are left? How many of them will answer Shadra's call? What about your enemy tribes? Have they become weaker or stronger? These are all unknowns. Taking Shadra back rashly could very well be like throwing lambs to the slaughter."
The Troll nodded; the Warden was stating the facts.
Unas earnestly advised, "Once the Night Elf warships arrive, I agree to let you sail back to gather intelligence before preparing for revenge. What do you think?"
Haikesi thought for a moment, "But my god, lacking my comfort, might become restless..."
"So you need to teach Rosebayne well during this time. Although her spider lower body has been removed, the bloodline of the Spider God has already penetrated into her body, and her ability to communicate with Shadra is not bad either. She can barely handle things when you're not around."
Unas's words were somewhat sarcastic, as if implying that he didn't need Unas at all, and that he could control Shadra as long as Rosebayne was there.
The Troll could only nod in agreement.
Unas stepped forward and patted the Troll on the shoulder. "What I lack least here are weapons and equipment. Go and gather the best Warriors of your people. I will train and arm them, and I guarantee you will avenge your blood feud!"
The Troll thought it over and over, weighing the pros and cons in his mind, and finally had no choice but to agree. He knew that he couldn't fight city hall.
Unas reassured him further. "Don't worry, the Argent Dawn will always be the strongest support for its loyal followers!"
After seeing off the Troll who was full of worries, the conference room suddenly became empty. Unas sighed: It's really not easy to keep this up.
Following the Warden's orders, Huoye exaggerated the seriousness of the situation in the magical communications, so Du'an arrived from the Monastery not long after. By evening, Rhonin had also arrived in person, accompanied by Omar and Helen. The mages quickly exchanged greetings and then went to study the Draconic letter, leaving the Warden standing aside.
Unas helped arrange preparations for the journey, working until midnight, before Helen came to report, "The teachers have made preliminary progress; please come and discuss it, sir."
"Helen, there's no need for you to address me as 'sir' between us. Just call me Unas."
"Yes, Unas... sir." Helen seemed a little distant after not seeing her for several days.
Unas an awkward smile, "How have you Dalaran these past few days?"
"Great!" The little girl became excited as she spoke. "Teacher Rhonin is teaching me Spell Architecture, it's so much fun! He even praised me for being very talented, and said that I'll definitely have a part in the future construction of Dalaran!"
"Haha, really?" Unas chuckled, but inwardly sighed. He kept calling her "Teacher Rhonin," so it seemed the girl had become a fan of Rhonin.
Rhonin seems to be a wicked fellow. He originally sent Helen to him hoping she would learn some powerful skills, but Rhonin taught her something called "Mage Architecture," which sounds like low-level "bricklaying." Does that bastard want to use Helen as free labor to rebuild Dalaran? It seems I need to have a serious talk with him.
While he was thinking one thing, Unas said something else entirely, "Great! The Scourge has destroyed so many cities in Lordaeron, and the displaced people need many new shelters. Your architecture will definitely shine in the future."
Helen's eyes lit up. "Haha, the reconstruction of Lordaeron depends on me!"
Unas inwardly scoffed; the little girl was so easy to fool.