Back inside the Floating City, the entire elf army under Patrick breathed a sigh of relief. Just before Arthas could surround them, Patrick had used the connection between the Discs of Norgannon and their arcane energy to teleport all his troops directly back into the Floating City.
If the enemy surrounded them, Arthas's abilities would ensure that they were slowly worn down and killed on the ground unless they escaped in time. Judging by their encounter with the undead, with An'telas now fallen along with An'owyn before it, two pieces of the three-part key were already in Arthas's hands. Once Andaroth fell, Arthas would turn his sword toward Silvermoon City.
"When did humans become so powerful in battle?" Alleria dealt with humans fairly often, but the abilities Arthas had displayed surpassed her previous understanding of ordinary humans.
"That isn't Arthas. There are two souls in that body: one belongs to Arthas, and the other to an undead orc," Patrick explained to Alleria.
"What could that human prince possibly gain by siding with the orcs? His father, Terenas Menethil, fought the orcs for more than a decade. For humans, that isn't a short time."
"Perhaps strength? Power? Arthas has probably already reached the level of a demigod. Though he's only a demigod of the lowest rank, his strength is still beyond what we can confront head-on."
"A demigod? That young prince has actually become a demigod? That's simply unbelievable," Alleria said in astonishment.
"Perhaps what we should be worrying about now is Silvermoon City. Ever since Arthas entered the Ghostlands, he headed straight for An'owyn, and his next stop was An'telas. I suspect he already knows the secret of Bann'donor, so his ultimate target must be Silvermoon City."
"Then what should we do?" Fear appeared in Idonis's eyes as he stood