Calling for Help

"If what you say is true, then I order you to leave immediately with that undead. If you refuse, the undead outside will keep attacking this place." Mimiron's gaze flickered as he issued the command.

"Don't. This guy is the key to defeating the Scourge." Zul'ra's dragon eyes widened slightly as he looked at the suddenly changed Mimiron. He had gone to great lengths to capture Arthas, and this King of Creation was being far too practical—throwing him out just to protect Ulduar.

"I require you to explain everything to me in the briefest and fastest terms possible." Mimiron made his demand. The mechanical sections beside his head slid apart, revealing dark laser gun barrels.

"Fine. Simply put, this guy is the leader of the Scourge undead outside. As long as we control him, the undead outside can be pacified instantly." Seeing Mimiron draw his weapons without a shred of sentimentality, Zul'ra hurriedly raised the toy-sized Arthas in his claws and quickly explained everything. Once the Scourge was settled, the crisis would be resolved.

"If what you say is true, then perhaps it has value enough to keep. Unfortunately, my programming cannot analyze such matters." The mechanical lights in Mimiron's eyes flickered twice.

"If we can't use him to settle the Scourge outside, how about finding a way to use his connection with them to seal both him and the Scourge away? Do you have a method?" Zul'ra asked as he looked at the utterly emotionless Mimiron.

"No. You must leave now." Mimiron coldly rejected Zul'ra's request.

"Are you really planning to just ignore us?" Zul'ra grew somewhat angry, tossing aside his earlier favorable assessment of the King of Creation.

"To me, the greatest difference between you and the undead is merely the structure of your bodies and minds. You