Flame flickered on Patrick's fingers, and the report in his hand was instantly consumed by fire, leaving not even ashes behind. The elves exchanged looks. They had not expected things to suddenly turn out this way.
Patrick himself stood among the highest authorities in Quel'Thalas. But because he had not previously lived in Silvermoon City permanently, many elves did not understand how he operated. They assumed that the Council had changed in name only and would follow the same administrative approach as before, so some elves had begun pursuing their own little schemes. This atmosphere of infighting had to be stamped out. Infighting would only drain a nation's strength. Working together toward a common goal was always much faster than moving forward while cursing one another.
Factional strife could never be tolerated. In Patrick's previous life, thousands of years of history had already been studied thoroughly. Back in the Song Dynasty, the Jin people had already attacked right up to their doorstep, yet the ministers at court still insisted on another round of factional strife. It would have been strange if a dynasty like that had not fallen.
If factional strife was permitted, political parties would inevitably stand above the kingdom. If the kingdom could freely investigate political parties, all those parties would soon become a single party. An opposition party could not possibly compete with the ruling party. If the ruling party used the kingdom's name and state machinery to investigate the opposition parties every day, the opposition parties were certain to die.
In Quel'Thalas before the great war, however fiercely the families fought among themselves, none would meddle with the Royalists or the Sunwell. That was the Sunstrider family's bottom line, because whoever actually gained ownership of the Sunwell was the true master of Quel'Thalas. For thousands