Lana'thel's words in fact represented the views of many Elves.
As her voice faded, the High Elves throughout the meeting began whispering among themselves...
Thousands of years of "peaceful" living had given the High Elves of Quel'Thalas a powerful sense of pride, or perhaps confidence.
In truth, this was not a good thing... The country Karin had lived in during his previous life had also gone through such a period several hundred years earlier... But once the dream that "the Celestial Empire wanted for nothing" had been shattered by powerful warships and cannons, what followed would be a brutal and merciless history.
Karin's tightly furrowed brow relaxed a little, and he said calmly, "Lady Lana'thel... I believe that three thousand years ago, when Jintha's army stood beneath the walls of Silvermoon City, the Quel'dorei leaders of the time would not have shared your opinion."
"You..." At Karin's words, Lana'thel, an Eighth Ring Gray Robe, immediately widened her eyes, her face full of anger.
Jintha had been the tribal king of the Forest Trolls during the Troll Wars three thousand years earlier... The Troll army he commanded had conquered more than half of Quel'Thalas and, at one point, reached the gates of Silvermoon City. Had human reinforcements not arrived in time, even the Sunwell might have fallen.
Without question, almost all Quel'dorei regarded this as their greatest humiliation.
It was not just Lana'thel. Karin could now sense the anger in the other Elves' eyes as well.
"When Jintha massed his troops beneath Silvermoon City's walls!" Lana'thel said, almost viciously. "...The Silvermoon Council of that time was nowhere near as powerful as it is now!"
She was right, because magic developed as well... Silvermoon City's level three thousand years earlier had undoubtedly been far below its present level, and it could not