The moon is exceptionally bright tonight, and its silver glow shines on the abandoned tower of Farstrider Camp.
Twelve nobles gathered here quietly. They wore inconspicuous traveling cloaks, but their movements still showed innate elegance. Kael'thas stood in the center, and the moonlight coated his long golden hair with a layer of silver.
"Your Highness, you are taking too many risks today." Ke Llane Minghui whispered, "Openly contradicting Sun King."
"It's time to take a stand." An older female noble interrupted, "If this continues, Silvermoon City will become the goblin's collateral sooner or later."
Another young noble nodded. "A dozen young people from my family have fled to Theramore. You can stop people, but you can't stop your heart."
Kael'thas looked around at everyone. "I need to know, how many people support the open policy?"
Ten hands were raised. The remaining two hesitated for a moment and slowly raised their hands.
"Very good." Kael'thas unfolded the map, "The soil in the southern forest is the most suitable for farming. We can mark out this area first."
"Sun King Your Majesty will not agree." Ke Llane reminded.
A trace of determination flashed in Kael'thas's eyes. "Then bypass him. In the name of rebuilding Farstrider Legion, first introduce a group of human mercenaries and their families."
"This is very dangerous." The female noble frowned, "Once discovered"
"Is it more dangerous than sitting still and waiting for death?" Kael'thas asked, "Everyone, we are not discussing political lines, but deciding the survival of elven civilization."
"Some things must be acted upon first, rather than sitting there and discussing desperately. Quel'dorei has reached a critical moment of life and death. There is not so much time left for us to discuss." Kael'thas suddenly became tough.
"We have been closed for thousands of years, and the current Azeroth is no longer what it was a thousand years ago. Humans, dwarves, Gnome, and even goblins all know how to learn from each other and compete with each other. Their technology and magic levels have long surpassed ours."
"This time Undead defeated Silvermoon City. You have all been to Dalaran. Do you think their Arcane level has not improved compared to thousands of years?" How much stronger are we now? What about Glyph Bomb? Do you think Quel'Thalas in its heyday can stop them?" Kael'thas asked the most fatal question.
Many nobles participated in the Dalaran battle as elf mages. The Glyph Bomb thrown by the Dalaran mage apprentices left a deep impression on them. On the one hand, apprentices with low magic levels can cause damage to powerful demons. On the other hand, they High Elf cannot stop the piles of bombs thrown by the apprentices.
If High Elf continues to be closed and conservative, the next time some other force comes to attack Quel'Thalas, the country may be completely destroyed. The progress of the outside world is too fast. The surrounding elven nobles understand this deeply.
Under the moonlight, the expressions of the nobles gradually became firmer. K Llane knelt on one knee. "Your Highness, we are all willing to obey your orders."
Others followed suit. Kael'thas helped them up, with a low and powerful voice:
"Remember tonight. When future generations record this history, they will know that it was us who protected the future of Quel'Thalas in the dark."
"But what will happen to His Majesty Sun King if he discovers immigrants?" There are still nobles who are deeply worried about Sun King. After all, they have been ruled by Sun King for thousands of years. They are like dogs accustomed to leashes.
Kael'thas is confident. "Don't worry too much, Quel'Thalas is everyone's home, and our actions are to save this country. I will take all the responsibilities. You should choose to stand on the right side of history."
He suddenly took out a Crystal Vial from the Space Bag. The liquid inside exuded a faint magic power.
"Sunwell's well water?" Immediately, the elven nobles felt familiar energy fluctuations.
"His!" Everyone present let out a cry of air-conditioning. A few people in the back row, fearing that they could not see clearly, squeezed forward desperately. An old nobleman even knelt in front of Kael'thas, stretched out his hand to touch the bottle, but was afraid of offending the prince, so his hand stopped in mid-air, at a loss.
Kael'thas held the bottle high for all the nobles to see clearly. "This is the external sponsorship I received. Ms. Jaina of Theramore specially sponsored me because she and I are both Dalaran mages. Sunwell, who once had exhausted his energy, regained his magic power after moving to Theramore."
Some people have already felt that the magic of this Sunwell well water has become many times thinner than before. But no one asked. After all, a little magic is much better than nothing at all.
Kael'thas handed the bottle to the old nobleman kneeling in front of him. "You can take turns to pass it on and feel it."
The old noble stood up immediately, holding the bottle as if he was holding his dearest bride when they got married, and two lines of old tears flowed down involuntarily. The joy of regaining something was infecting everyone present. From time to time, someone made a low "Uh-huh" sound.
After all the nobles had checked the well water in Crystal Vial, Kael'thas put the bottle away again. He said to all the nobles who looked at him eagerly, "Everyone has seen it. This is the real well water of Sunwell, right?"
Everyone: Nod!
Kael'thas didn't hide it either. "Jaina Over there, I will find a way to get more well water. Priority will be given to the nobles who support me. You can use this condition to convince more people."
K Llane said, "Don't worry, Your Highness. With well water, we can convince more nobles to support you. No one wants to try Mana Addiction again."
"Yes, yes, yes, I promise I can convince my uncle, he is the congressman of Silvermoon Council."
"Yes, Sunwell was sold by His Majesty, and Theramore regained its magic power. What does this mean? This is Sunwell abandoning Anasterian! This is a warning from God."
"We firmly support Prince Kael'thas to inherit the throne of Quel'Thalas as soon as possible. Sun King is so disappointing!"
"Long live King Kael'thas!"
"..."
The nobles below expressed their loyalty in a chaotic manner. The most radical one began to shout "King Kael'thas". After all, this represents Sunwell!
Kael'thas is very satisfied with the performance of the nobles, although he knows how much of it is sincere and how much is for the well water in his hands. But the effect is the same, isn't it?
Just as the secret meeting was about to end, footsteps suddenly came from below the tower. Everyone tensed up and pressed their weapons.
A thin figure appeared at the top of the stairs - it was Chancellor of the Exchequer's youngest son, a boy who was only eighty years old.
"Your Highness!" the young man gasped, "Sun King Sun King just signed an order to sell Magister's Academy's book collection to Dalaran!"
Kael'thas's expression suddenly changed. Those books contain countless High Elf's magical knowledge accumulated over thousands of years, which is the foundation of civilization.
"When?"
"Tomorrow at noon! Dalaran's messenger has arrived at Silvermoon City!"
The nobles looked at each other with anger in their eyes. Kael'thas took a deep breath and made a decision:
"Plan ahead. K Llane, take people to 'escort' those Dalaran messengers and make sure they are 'lost' for a few days."
"Others, please contact the mages of their respective families immediately, convince them with the conditions just mentioned, and transfer the most important tomes overnight."
When everyone dispersed, Kael'thas stood alone on the top of the tower, looking at the bright lights of Silvermoon City in the distance. The light was still beautiful, but it was shaky like a candle in the wind.
He whispered to himself, "Father, will you like the gift I brought?"
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