Dalkhan's fawning and pledge of loyalty received no response from Arthas, and the High Elf traitor felt a pang of panic.
From the moment he had revealed the secret of the "Gatekeeper" system to Arthas, the traitor had known deep down that there was no turning back. Quel'Thalas no longer had a place for him. Everything in his future had to rest upon the Scourge, upon his master.
This had turned the once-proud High Elf, who had believed his talents unrecognized, into the groveling servant of the Scourge he was today. With no other choice, he hoped to win greater rewards and more power by currying favor with his master. At the same time, he hoped to prove that he had made the "right choice" by striking at his former homeland and sending it into the abyss.
This was what was known as "the zeal of the convert."
A Dalkhan like this was exceptionally sensitive to Arthas's attitude. Arthas's disregard for his fawning words filled the elven mage with deep unease.
Could my master be dissatisfied with me?
He cautiously raised his head and saw heavily guarded undead, as well as the fallen prince with his brows tightly furrowed.
Ye Ting's side, in contrast, appeared far more relaxed. Liadrin even stepped forward as if no one else existed, helped Salorian to her side, and tried to heal the battered veteran with the Holy Light.
The disparity in strength displayed by this scene left Dalkhan stunned. It seemed that, in both sides' eyes, they were not the stronger party.
After a long while, Arthas finally spoke in a low voice.
"We meet again, Archmage Liver. I never expected you to appear here as well."
"Yes, we meet again, Arthas." Ye Ting nodded with a smile, as casually as though greeting a