When Antonidas heard Ye Ting's declaration, his eyes did light up, but he soon shook his head.
"Thank you, Sandor. It is indeed rare for you to return to Dalaran and lend a hand at such a critical time, but I am sorry— even with you, the situation cannot be effectively changed."
As though afraid his words might hurt Ye Ting, the old man added, "I do not mean to underestimate your abilities. To be honest, a genius like you might have come up with a better defensive plan if there had been enough time, but unfortunately, we have no time left.
"According to intelligence from the Prophecy Academy, the Scourge appears to have completed its full assembly. Their formal assault will probably come within the next day or two. With so little time, even if you have some ideas, it may already be too late.
"In my view, rather than stay behind and be buried with us, it would be better for you to take your apprentices and leave this city first, preserving a few seeds for Dalaran. Can you understand why I arranged this?"
Looking at the old man's sincere eyes, at how he seemed afraid of hurting his pride, Ye Ting merely smiled indifferently.
He did not address the matter. Instead, he brought up something else:
"Actually, from the day I returned to Azeroth until today, about two or three months have passed. After returning to Azeroth, I did not come to Dalaran immediately. Can you guess where I went first?"
Without waiting for an answer, the man gave it himself:
"Quel'Thalas."
The man said no more, but as soon as the old man recalled what had happened in Quel'Thalas two or three months ago, he immediately understood.
"You mean you personally witnessed that war, witnessed how