"So, this is your elves' answer?" A young shaman from the Frostwolf Clan opened his fang-filled, somewhat ferocious mouth and asked the elf before him in a muffled voice.
"The elves of Quel'Thalas will not submit to anyone or any force. The moment you used some despicable means to affect the Sunwell, there could be no peace between us." The speaker was a High Elf who had fully participated in the previous meeting regarding the Orcs. He had vehemently denounced and scorned the Orcs' demands.
His words also won the approval of many Highborne.
"Then prepare for war." The young shaman paid no heed to the hostile elves watching him covetously with weapons in hand. He had known how dangerous this mission would be when he accepted it.
Perhaps he would die during this mission.
But what was there to fear?
Death was merely the beginning of another journey. Or perhaps a rebirth bathed in Holy Light. No matter what, he believed that the High Priestess and his people would make all of Quel'Thalas weep for him. That was an honor!
"What exactly did you do to the Sunwell?" The leading elven noble clearly had no intention of letting the young Orc shaman leave so easily. He pressed forward with his men and demanded an answer.
"What did we do to the Sunwell?" A savage smile appeared on the young shaman's face. "So you still don't know what we did. But soon—very soon—you should find out."
"Enough of your tricks!" The elven noble was growing impatient. He dearly wanted to seize this Orc and interrogate him, if not for the lack of authorization. His Majesty Anasterian Sunstrider had ordered the expulsion of the Orc shaman who delivered the message. Unless the other party attacked first, he still did not dare