Once they had finished discussing it, Yu Lin Bloodhawk spoke again. "But why did he become like this, while we're perfectly fine? Because he was unlucky! I don't know whether he was imprisoned or accidentally lost his way somewhere cut off from the Sunwell, or how long he stayed there. I don't know any of that. But I do know this! Every one of us High Elves will develop this sickness when we're cut off from the Sunwell. When it becomes severe, those afflicted are called the Wretched! Just like him!"
Yu Lin Bloodhawk roared, his face contorted, "Why are they called the Wretched? Because he's gone completely mad! He'll attack any creature that carries magical energy, including every one of us. If an enemy attacked us now, they wouldn't need to fight us to the death. They wouldn't need to trade magical bombardments with us. All they'd have to do is destroy the Sunwell, and Quel'Thalas would cease to exist as a nation or never recover! Can we allow that to happen? Can we allow all our people to become Wretched?"
"No!" the crowd below shouted.
"What should we do?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk demanded loudly.
"Kill them!" the crowd shouted.
"What if he's a noble?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk asked.
"Kill him!" came the roar from below.
"What if he's a councilor or a member of the royal family?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk asked again.
"Kill him!" they shouted.
"What if he's the king?" Yu Lin Bloodhawk asked once more.
This time, the crowd fell silent.
"What? Now you don't dare kill him? Let me tell you, even if he's the king, you must kill him! If he truly makes a disastrous decision that would turn all our people into Wretched, he must be killed! Because at that moment, he no