The battle-axe in Zul'jin's hand was drenched in elven blood.
The chaotic arcane energy unleashed by the explosion of the teleportation device's base had burned Zul'jin's right arm coal-black.
The corrosive arcane energy had penetrated his bracer and pierced his skin.
Dark blood ran down to his elbow, dripping into a thin red line.
The brief pain was soon eclipsed by the joy of victory.
With the Sun Sanctum's teleporter destroyed, the Silvermoon Council's Grand Archmages could no longer reach the battlefield immediately.
Southern Eversong Woods lay far from Silvermoon City. Even the fastest warhorse would need ten days to make the journey.
Of course, the Long-Distance Teleportation Spell was standard fare for the Silvermoon Council's senior Grand Archmages.
Despite the distance, they could still reach the Sun Sanctum quickly, provided they expended enough arcane energy and established an anchor point.
Generally, however, an Archmage needed time to rest after casting a Long-Distance Teleportation Spell to recover the arcane energy spent.
From what Zul'jin knew of elven Archmages, they simply could not endure the mental torment brought on by a shortage of mana.
The elven mages of Quel'Thalas were heavily dependent on arcane energy.
During the Orcs War, Zul'jin had seen many elven mages stranded without support who had exhausted their arcane energy. Their bodies withered to skin and bone, their minds lost all awareness, and they behaved like enraged beasts.
Casting a Teleportation Spell with their own arcane energy, then entering battle after expending most of their mana, would be nothing short of suicide.
That was the main reason Zul'jin had nothing to fear.
Zul'jin did not mind the Silvermoon Council's Archmages teleporting onto the battlefield. If they dared come, he would make sure they never left.
The Ranger Corps forces outside the sanctum had suffered devastating casualties. Initial