Rex gazed expressionlessly at the graceful figure ahead. The conflict between the Alliance and the Night Elves had not escalated any further, and this newly arrived Night Elf spoke politely.
It was just as the saying went: they bullied the weak and feared the strong. To them, Medivh's weakness and willingness to put the greater good first made him an easy target, as though he would agree to any conditions they demanded.
That approach worked very well on Medivh, because in his heart, resisting the Burning Legion's invasion was what truly mattered. Everything else could be tolerated or conceded. Rex's attitude was different. Resisting the Burning Legion was all well and good, but the crucial point was that he and his companions were not the Night Elves' subordinates, to be ordered around at will.
This encounter with the Night Elves had made Rex realize one thing: getting them to join the Alliance would be very difficult.
That was not because of this conflict between the Alliance and the Night Elves. Rex considered such a minor clash beneath his notice. The real difficulty lay in the Night Elves' overwhelming arrogance. They were exactly like the High Elves, practically cast from the same mold. Their attitude that they were better than everyone else was genuinely unappealing. Everything Rex had said in his assessment of the High Elves could also be applied to the Night Elves.
In the original history, the Night Elves had joined the Alliance because their strength had been severely diminished after the Battle for Mount Hyjal. They had lost the World Tree, left the homeland that had sheltered them for countless years, and established a new home elsewhere. Countless diseases had spread among them, and deaths from illness and old age had drastically reduced their population. That was one