Patrick was utterly unconcerned. "It's fine. The troops I brought are enough, and the second wave of the Northern Expeditionary Force will arrive soon."
With orders from above, all the elves in Maranor Harbor swiftly sprang into action. Where there was fighting, there was military merit to be earned, and many newly enlisted soldiers were looking forward to a chance to distinguish themselves.
After the Battle of the Sunwell, the Battle of Angrathar, and a series of other campaigns, every high elf was full of confidence in their future.
Many rising families had already realized that the continent was still in turmoil. If they wanted to secure a certain social standing before stability returned, they had to contribute to Quel'Thalas and earn the recognition of Patrick Cabrolon and Kael'thas Sunstrider. The best way to do that was to fight.
The high elves did not fear sacrifice. As a race that enjoyed comfortable lives from childhood, their long lifespans allowed them to experience all manner of ways of life earlier. Amid tedious pleasures, elves with aspirations slowly came to understand how to increase their own worth.
Since the Scourge invasion, ambition had begun to awaken in many elves, and they had thrown themselves into the revival of Quel'Thalas. Overall, although Quel'Thalas was consuming vastly more resources, its rate of development was unprecedented.
Once arcane attainment and powerful family backgrounds were no longer the most important avenues for advancement, the Civic Hall under the Silvermoon Council was staffed with talented people from herbalism, alchemy, forging, engineering, and other fields, with an administrative head then elected from among them. The head of the Civic Hall was also one of the Council's Standing Councilors, which undoubtedly spurred on ordinary elves whose arcane abilities were unremarkable.
That did not even include the Court of Justice,