According to the Guardian's historical records, Silvermoon City was destroyed by the Undead Scourge led by Arthas.
Robbie was confident enough to guarantee that Arthas would not go crazy and massacre the innocent people of Silvermoon City.
So based on the true historical development, the murderer could only be the orc army that did not appear in Silvermoon City in historical records. Medivh had enough reasons to shield the orcs and frame the destruction of Silvermoon City on the Scourge Legion.
Robbie wanted to see if he could change history, so he told Sylvanas about the danger from the orcs.
As for whether Silvermoon City can escape this disaster, it depends on Sylvanas and the Elf King.
Out of sympathy for the fate of the high elves, Robbie has fulfilled his responsibility and has a clear conscience.
Robbie was also wondering in his heart, if the orcs really destroyed Silvermoon City, why would the Forsaken led by Sylvanas and the blood elves led by Lor'themar Theron join the Horde and willingly become the lackeys of the orcs.
The development of history is always unexpected. Those high-ranking big figures may think differently from ordinary people. Robbie thinks that he is a layman, and he cannot understand the so-called profound political wisdom of those big figures.
There is a saying that goes well, great wisdom is like foolishness.
Big men don't distinguish between good and evil, and don't care about hatred. What they value is only profit.
Robbie left the tower, and just as he promised, the Death Knights turned their horses and slowly withdrew.
The overwhelming gargoyles also left, and the sky turned blue.
Sylvanas felt lucky to have survived the disaster. She looked at the Scourge Legion in the distance, her blue eyes showing a melancholy look. She was thinking about the message that Robbie had conveyed.
Is it just to sow discord, or is it really true?
Sylvanas knew she had to make a decision, and she also became more aware of the Elf King's stubbornness.
There may be room for improvement, but the hope is slim.
Sylvanas let out a small breath and looked at the ranger Lor'themar Theron.
This is her most trusted lieutenant, and she has been training her as her successor. If nothing unexpected happens, Lor'themar, who is resourceful, brave and good at fighting, will be the next ranger general.
Feeling the general's gaze, Lor'themar quickly saluted and expressed his opinion:
"General, Lord Robbie is absolutely right. We must beware of those dangerous beasts."
"You call him Sir?" Sylvanas was a little displeased: "Well, Robbie is also one of the leaders of the Scourge. It doesn't matter whether what Robbie said is true or not. What you have to consider is how to persuade.
The Elf King."
Based on Sylvanas's wise judgment, it doesn't matter at all whether the orcs have plans to massacre Silvermoon City.
Now that you have been warned, taking precautions before they happen is the right thing to do.
Only little people will go to great lengths to search for evidence and find the truth.
For the big shots, when the evidence is presented, it is too late. They need to find a solution in the chaotic situation, and even predict it in advance to make a decision that is beneficial to them.
Lor'themar lowered his head feebly. His understanding of the Elf King was no less than that of Sylvanas.
The Elf King is not fatuous, nor has he lost his mind. It is just that he is too old and his response to external stimuli is not sensitive enough. He is wise enough, but it is difficult to make timely responses. He prefers to be content with the status quo and find a balance.
In the face of this complicated situation, Silvermoon City faced a life-and-death decision, and at the critical moment when it was necessary to take risks and make major decisions, it was difficult for the Elf King to make up his mind.
If only he were a thousand years younger.
"Okay, just treat us as dead."
Sylvanas bit her lip and murmured:
"Lor'themar, I leave the Elf Ranger to you. Remember, never go back before the orcs leave Silvermoon City. You know that we have built some shady hiding places, and there are enough supplies in the caves deep in the jungle.
Hiding there, treating myself as a dead person, I hope my decision can leave some blood for the high elves."
"What about you, General?"
Lor'themar knew that this was a compromise plan, a helpless choice made in a desperate situation, which meant that Sylvanas was not optimistic about convincing the Elf King.
"I will rush back to Silvermoon City and try my best to make the final effort." Sylvanas' beautiful eyes sparkled and she said with a smile:
"I am already prepared to sacrifice here. I am even mentally prepared to be resurrected as a banshee by Arthas. Since this life is saved, I can sacrifice myself for the people of Silvermoon City at any time. I
I really hope that my judgment is wrong."
Most of the elven rangers followed Lor'themar and headed in the other direction, leaving behind a spark of hope. Sylvanas rushed back to Silvermoon City with only a small number of elven rangers.
Not long after Sylvanas entered the city, the news quickly spread throughout Silvermoon City as if it had wings.
People in Silver Moon City were suddenly panicked.
In fact, the elves are not unaware of the danger of the orcs, but before, it was only the voices of a small number of people and it was difficult to have enough influence. Now the news brought back by Sylvanas instantly formed a prairie fire, and even the Elf King also
It has to be taken seriously.
The Elf King immediately summoned the Ranger General, who looked very bad.
"Sylvanas, I hope you have enough reasons to convince me." The old Elf King Anasterian stared at the most trusted general. As his subordinates knew about him, it was difficult for the Elf King to make a decision.
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"The destruction of Lordaeron is the best reason." Sylvanas said with a determined expression:
"I don't have the ability to predict, and I can't see into the future, but I know that the orcs are very dangerous. Before the natural disaster comes, I can concentrate the troops of Silvermoon City to eliminate the orcs and nip them in the bud. As for Medivh, let him go to hell.
, I don’t believe he dares to destroy our Silvermoon City, I, Sylvanas Windrunner, swear that I am willing to bear the guardian’s wrath.”
The Elf King closed his eyes and thought for a while:
"Ranger General, I don't know where your worries come from. In fact, I have thought it through enough. You see, despite Thrall's repeated protests, I still insist on controlling the orcs' supplies and only give them the minimum standard of life-sustaining diet.
, the orcs have fallen into weakness, and they can't even lift a battle axe. We have brave rangers, and we have a powerful group of mages. Even if the magic shield is broken, they will not pose a threat to us."
Sylvanas widened her eyes and argued rationally: "Great Elf King, you have to remember that the orcs are just a powder keg. Even without the fuse, they are still very dangerous. You have to protect Silvermoon City.
Consider the people and don’t take any chances. Have you forgotten the lesson of King Terenas?”
"enough."
The Ranger General's resistance made the Elf King furious.
He calmed down his anger, his expression softened slightly, and he waved his hand and said: "Okay, I already know your opinion. This is a big matter after all. I need to seek opinions from many parties. I will personally question Medivh, Ranger
General, you can go down and rest. You must not act without my order."
Sylvanas only felt that her eyes were dim.
She could finally understand why King Terenas could not make up his mind to eliminate the orcs in the shelter.
Will the tragedy in Lordaeron also happen to Silvermoon City?
"Alsace, is this your revenge?"
Sylvanas was filled with grief and anger. (To be continued)