"Mentor Celina."
Shawn said, "Arathor has no skilled alchemists, and the ingredients needed to brew the Doppelganger Potion are rather precious. Mass production is impossible, so there's really no need to tell Emperor Thoradin about this so early. Here's what I have in mind..."
Shawn's voice grew quieter and quieter, and the Elf Sorceress's eyes lit up as she listened.
She suddenly wanted to cut open Shawn's head with a sharp dagger and see how his mind worked. How could he come up with such a... crazy plan, one that actually stood a very good chance of succeeding?
Yes, if they followed Shawn's plan, they might truly earn tremendous merit. Once Emperor Thoradin saw what Shawn had accomplished, not only would he overlook Shawn's offense of leaving without saying goodbye, he might even lavish praise on him. At that point, perhaps he would reconsider the proposal from Quel'Thalas...
Early the next morning, the Elf Sorceress met with Emperor Thoradin again and requested a batch of herbs. Since she said these herbs were important and could affect the course of the war, Emperor Thoradin agreed.
Three days later, all the herbs had been gathered. The Elf Sorceress personally brewed them, finally turning the entire batch into twenty doses of Doppelganger Potion.
Five days later, the Elf Sorceress left Stromgarde. At her side was a young attendant who had appeared out of nowhere.
In this era, research into teleportation was nowhere near as advanced as it would be in Dalaran 2,800 years later. Moreover, the Elf Sorceress was not skilled in transmutation magic and had barely studied spells such as teleportation.
Thus, Shawn and the Elf Sorceress had no way to teleport anywhere distant. They had to travel to the front lines on horseback instead.
"By the way, Mentor Celina, I heard