Sunwell Lad's Wedding

Quel'Thalas's High Elf brothers were, in some respects, quite optimistic.

Well, calling it optimism was not entirely accurate. It was more a kind of confidence and calm born from innate arrogance.

The massive tsunami that swept across the World of Azeroth, along with localized earthquakes, had also struck Quel'Thalas. The tsunami in particular had turned Quel'Thalas's largest port, Sunsail Port, into little more than ruins. But the High Elves did not care; every one of them remained remarkably composed.

We are High Elves. What can't we handle?

After setting up a giant runestone defense array around the entire territory of Quel'Thalas and activating this enormous protective measure, the High Elves continued living as usual.

As for Sunsail Port, which had been reduced to ruins by the tsunami, and all those other small ports?

Ah, forget it. We have money. Once the tsunami subsides, we'll just build an even bigger one.

So compared to such trivial matters, the High Elves cared far more about the wedding of their Sun King, Kael'thas, and Anveena, the Holy Well Avatar.

Although Quel'Thalas, after becoming a nominal vassal state of the Night Empire, had never been particularly enthusiastic about participating in major international affairs, since the Night Elves were out front anyway.

Didn't you want a formal title? Well, now we've given you one, so take responsibility. Whenever something happens, you Night Elf overlords go first.

But that did not mean they had completely shut themselves away from the world like the human Gilneas Kingdom.

When it came to Sunwell Lad, the glorious title outsiders had bestowed upon Kael'thas, the High Elves had first been enraged, then ashamed and furious, then calm, and eventually they simply stopped caring. They had even developed a profound philosophy of, I Sunwell, therefore I am proud.

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