At the mention of the Scourge, Jaina's face filled with deep concern.
"Though every disaster has proven that Teacher Medivh's prophecy was correct, Lord Antonidas and the other mages are still unwilling to abandon Dalaran. They insist they can protect the city and have rejected the evacuation plan."
The girl shook her head guiltily. "I'm sorry, Teacher Medivh. I wasn't able to persuade them."
"This isn't your fault." Medivh waved a hand. "People become stubborn as they grow old, and the higher a mage's rank, the more stubborn they become. Elder Archmages are doubly stubborn. I never expected them to heed my advice anyway. I was merely... doing what I could."
"I heard a bit of gossip that even Quel'Thalas was nearly overrun by the Scourge."
Jaina brought up another matter.
"Although they barely managed to hold Silvermoon City, the Sunwell was destroyed, and even their Sun King was killed by Arthas. Countless Archmages died as well... Even the High Elves nearly suffered a total defeat. Can Dalaran... really hold on?"
Then, as though recalling something, she looked hopefully at Ye Ting.
"Teacher, now that you've returned, can you save Dalaran?"
Seeing Jaina's expectant expression, Ye Ting could not help but laugh.
"You trust me that much? Before I left, I hadn't even reached the legendary rank. I wasn't even a match for you now."
"Stop being so modest, Teacher." Jaina gave a soft snort. "For someone like you, a mage's rank has no meaning at all. Though you hadn't become legendary back then, you accomplished something even legendary mages could not—creating a new school of magic. Even Teacher Aegwynn couldn't do that in her day.
"Not to mention, you created a technique that gives humans Dragon bloodlines. Even I was able to become the youngest legendary mage through a