"Do you have a way to undo it?" Sylvanas asked again.
"Of course!" the Arcane Healing Mage said with a smile. "At least two. The first is to kill the caster outright. The second is to cast a dispel on the victim, removing the mind magic interfering with his soul and thoughts."
"Then what are you waiting for? Cast a dispel on him!" Sylvanas said.
"Yes!" the Arcane Healing Mage replied, immediately standing beside the lecherously grinning Yu Lin Bloodhawk and beginning his incantation.
Sylvanas turned to look at the Death Knight.
As the mages and more rangers joined the battle, the Undead Army under the Death Knight's command was destroyed much faster. The Death Knight now faced a dilemma. If he retreated and fled immediately, Sylvanas was watching his every move. Without his Death Warhorse, a Death Knight was notoriously slow. He could never outrun any elf ranger.
If he fought, overwhelming the enemy with superior numbers was no longer an advantage exclusive to his side. After a little more fighting, that advantage would surely belong to the elves.
He had only one chance: hold out until he could use Death Grip to pull Sylvanas close and subdue her. She was clearly the leader of these elves.
But that chance was equally slim. There was no telling whether the elves before him would give him enough time to wait until he could use Death Grip again. Even if he could pull this female elf over with Death Grip, he had no confidence whatsoever that he could subdue such a powerful opponent.
He could not understand Elvish. If he could, and if he had heard what the mage said to Sylvanas, perhaps he would have thought he had another chance.
The elves must have had a reason for retreating to