"Didn't I tell you? Kul Tiras is the strongest magic kingdom. Why are you elves so set in your ways?" Capernian said irritably.
Oculeth could hardly speak in absolutes. Tormented by mana addiction, he was spending less and less time lucid.
Without that addiction, he could simply have followed Capernian to Kul Tiras and seen for himself this strongest magic kingdom that wasn't a magic kingdom.
"It isn't that I don't trust you. I simply don't have much time left. Without Suramar's source of energy, my mana addiction could flare up at any moment. What I need is a result, not a process of verifying which kingdom is stronger. Suramar and all of Azeroth are in mortal danger. I sailed out to find allies, and I need immediate results." Oculeth explained his thoughts, hoping to leave smoothly without offending anyone.
Capernian slapped her forehead and said seriously, "All right, you can stop now. I understand what you mean. I won't stop you from going to Dalaran, but think carefully. Even I, an archmage from a High Elf kingdom, believe Kul Tiras is now the world's center of magic. What are you still doubting? Don't forget, arcane magic was once a secret art of the elves. We Quel'dorei taught humans their arcane knowledge."
Oculeth froze. After a brief internal struggle, he made up his mind. "You had better not be deceiving me, Lady Capernian. Suramar's very survival is at stake. This isn't simply a question of strength."
"Of course. But even if I explain now, you'll still have doubts. Once we actually reach Kul Tiras, you'll understand that meeting us at sea was heaven showing favor to Suramar," Capernian said with a smile.
I hope so. Oculeth saw the two elven ladies off, then remained alone in his cabin, battling his