Facing Sarared's aggressiveness, Archmage Rommath refused to give in.
"Stupid, you are overestimating your capabilities. Both the Burning Legion and the Holy Light Legion support the orcs. Coupled with the blessing of the moon god Elune, there is only a dead end against the orcs."
As soon as these words came out, Sarared was speechless and unable to refute, and even Kael'thas was shaken.
Rommath took a step forward and said aggressively: "Prince Kael'thas, your father had long anticipated the rise of the orcs, so Silvermoon City would only accept the orcs when the orcs were desperate. Do you want to disobey your father's last wish?
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Kael'thas' momentum weakened and he replied in a low voice: "But Silvermoon City was destroyed by the orcs, and how many tribesmen were eaten by the orcs."
Romans plausibly said: "Although most of the blood elves were eaten by the orcs, this is a necessary sacrifice. Only in this way can the blood elves survive. If we resisted the orcs, our blood elves would have been wiped out long ago. Should we survive on our knees or stand up?"
I don't think it's a problem to die. Dignity is worthless in the face of survival."
Thinking of his father's voice and appearance, Kael'thas felt a sore nose: "If it is for the continuation of the blood elves, Storm Fortress is willing to surrender."
"Your Highness, you have to think twice." Sarared could not refute Romans, so she could only plead in a low voice.
Kael'thas stood up, his eyes filled with tears: "I have given up my will. Storm Fortress surrenders."
Rommath was feeling proud, but the generals on Kael'thas' side were all crestfallen.
Suddenly, a voice came from Sarah Reid's ears.
Robbie did not participate in the blood elf meeting.
After all, he is just an upstart blood elf and is not qualified to participate in such a big event.
Seeing that Kael'thas had made up his mind, Robbie could no longer bear it and secretly sent a message to Sarah Reid.
Sarah Reid listened carefully, and soon gained confidence. She came to Romans and asked:
"You said that the Legion of Light and the Burning Legion support the orcs, which is true, but do you know Thrall's origins?"
Rommath was a little surprised and replied loudly: "As we all know, Thrall is the son of Durotan, the chief of the Frostwolf clan, and was raised by the ambitious Blackmoore."
Sarared smiled sarcastically: "Why, the wise Grand Magister also believes in false rumors?"
Roman paused: "Okay, I know Thrall's true life experience. He is a lowly servant in Karazhan."
Sarared looked solemn and said: "Yes, although Thrall was from a humble background, through a series of betrayals, killings, and cruelty, he was favored by the Burning Legion and the Holy Light Legion, and gained the favor of the Moon God Elune.
Favor, have you ever thought about why it was Sal and not anyone else?"
Romance was still puzzled: "I don't understand what you want to say."
"The reason is very simple." Sarared looked at Kael'thas: "Thall's brutality, cruelty, and ruthlessness have made him the savior today. The Burning Legion, the Holy Light Legion, and the Moon God Elune
What we value is courage, the courage to fight, not the humiliation and surrender. Tolerance to the orcs and concessions to Thrall will only lead to destruction."
Rommath was unmoved and remained expressionless. Kael'thas was shaken and lowered his head to think.
"Grand Magister Rommath." Kael'thas made up his mind and regained his confidence: "Go back and tell Lor'themar to surrender and he will do it. Leave the fight for the dignity of the blood elves to me. Look at us.
Who is right?"
"Your Highness, your rashness and immaturity will ruin the entire blood elf clan."
Rommath said seriously: "All the blood elves in Silvermoon City support Thrall. Thrall is the great savior and the reborn parent of the blood elves. His kindness is indescribable even if he pours out the water of the eternal sea. This is
What the people want will be supported by all the people."
Sarared smiled contemptuously: "What the people want, it's just that all those who oppose Thrall have been made into hard jerky by Lor'themar."
Romans did not expect that the other party knew everything, so he said harshly: "Silvermoon City is facing a critical moment of life and death. Of course, we must unite our thoughts and work in unison. Only in this way can we serve the orcs. Your Highness, the people of Silvermoon City will arrive tomorrow.
Can you sit back and watch the blood of your people flow into rivers?"
Kael'thas showed an unbearable look, waved his hand and said: "Go back, Rommath, and ask Lor'themar face to face, does he really bear to see the blood elves being slaughtered by the orcs?"
Romance smiled sarcastically, turned around and left without looking back.
Sarared advised: "Your Highness, you must make plans early."
Kael'thas took a deep breath and said, "I don't want this either. If something like that really happens, I can only make up my mind."
Outside Wrench Town.
The few remaining mages from the coalition forces gathered together and built a large number of portals leading to Silvermoon City.
Thrall looked at the busy mage and asked Lor'themar: "How did you trick your people into coming?"
Lor'themar made a smart expression and said flatteringly: "Of course I am telling the truth. When the people of Silvermoon City learned that in order to defeat Kael'thas, they all signed up enthusiastically and were very willing to die."
"The blood elves actually have such awareness?" Thrall was a little surprised: "What method did you use?"
Lor'themar did not dare to hide it and answered honestly: "Muru is not dead. After being sent back to the Sunwell, he turned into a dark entropy demon. Just last night, with the help of Muru, I executed 10,000 rebels.
, nailed their corpses to wooden poles and hung them all over the streets and alleys of Silvery Moon City."
Sal nodded slightly, grinned and said, "You have a great future."
Hundreds of portals were built, and Lor'themar stood up to greet them.
The first person to cross the portal was a richly dressed old man, the great elder of the blood elves and Lor'themar's father, Vacancinus Theron.
The fathers of Vacancinas and Kael'thas were of the same generation, and they were famous seniors in Silvermoon City and were highly respected.
"Kid, you did a great job." Vacancinas patted Lor'themar on the shoulder and said, "The people of Silvermoon City learned that in order to defeat the evil Kael'thas, they rushed to sign up and were eaten by the great orcs.
What a great honor it is to us blood elves, we are proud and proud."
Lor'themar said excitedly: "Father, I am very pleased to receive the understanding and support of the people."
Vacancinas smiled and said: "The orcs have saved Azeroth time and time again. We blood elves only contributed some flesh and blood. All blood elves are happy from the bottom of their hearts."
Before he finished speaking, Eitrigg led a group of orcs over and looked up and down at this extraordinary old blood elf:
"You are Vacancinus, Lor'themar's father. The savior invites you."
Vacancinas' face glowed red and he said:
"I heard that Thrall, the savior, is the real hero of Azeroth. I am lucky enough to be able to see the savior's unparalleled elegance. I am willing to have a drink and have a good time."
Eitrigg said coldly: "I think you misunderstood. The savior heard that you are good at health preservation and wants to eat you for nourishment. This is your honor."
Vacancinas's face changed at that time, and he was so frightened that he trembled: "No, no, I don't want to die, Lor'themar, save me."
Lor'themar said righteously: "Father, for the sake of Azeroth, you can go with peace of mind. Being eaten by Thrall is the honor of our family. I am truly proud of you."
More and more blood elves are crossing the portal, and it will be a gluttonous feast for the orcs.