Sun King Celebration

"They really are frail..." Garrosh stood on the second-floor balcony, looking down at the Blood Elf civilians of Silvermoon City. He could not help but sigh. Unlike the Sunfury Legion warriors of Outland, most Blood Elf civilians were rather slight. At the very least, they could not compare to muscular races like the Orcs.

Hearing Garrosh's words, Rend shook his head with a smile. He had invited Garrosh here so that he would recognize the strength and importance of their allies.

"Do not underestimate the Blood Elves. Their long lifespans often allow their warriors to master formidable combat techniques. Thalorien Dawnseeker, who died in battle, was an exceptionally powerful warrior. The sword I carry was once his, so I can sense his strength." If Thalorien Dawnseeker had still been alive, no one would have said that Blood Elves produced no warriors. Unfortunately, that powerful fighter had died at the hands of the death knight Arthas.

When Rend mentioned Thalorien Dawnseeker, Garrosh's interest was piqued. As a warrior himself, he naturally held great interest in another mighty warrior.

"Then where is he?" Garrosh had spent his whole life in Outland, so he naturally knew nothing of Blood Elf history or that Thalorien Dawnseeker had already died. His eyes burned with fierce battle intent.

Seeing Garrosh like this, Rend too wished he could have met the legendary strongest Blood Elf warrior. He said regretfully, "He died when the Scourge invaded the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas."

"Then at least he died with honor, defending his kingdom and his people." An Orc warrior's pursuit was to die gloriously on the battlefield, and Thalorien Dawnseeker's death fit the most honorable Orcish ideal.

Speaking of Thalorien Dawnseeker, Rend thought of his successor, Lana'thel, the second wielder of the Elven holy sword—a female warrior who appeared enchanting and