It is indeed difficult to understand the thoughts of big people using common sense.
Sylvanas the Windrunner, the dark queen of the future Undercity, the leader of the Forsaken, and the warchief of the Horde.
Now the elf woman with a flower-like face has a pair of narrow eyes that gradually become deeper:
"My ancient relatives, the Kaldorei, the monkey-crowned night elves, have ruled large tracts of forests and land, and are the most powerful race in Azeroth. Look what they have done for ten thousand years.
, the Burning Legion is watching eagerly, threatening the security of Azeroth at any time, have they ever changed at all?"
"It is true that we Quel'dorei are a group of magic addicts. In the eyes of the Kaldorei, we are hopeless, but we have been fighting our own destiny and working hard to delve into the mysteries of magic. Look at those night elves, they
Rejecting change, rejecting the power of magic, hiding in the forest, pretending to be pious, like a group of savage monkeys."
"Azeroth is like a peaceful farm, inhabited by a group of docile sheep. There are a large group of wild beasts outside the fence. The fence is about to be broken, but unfortunately the first sheep is sleeping in. The orcs are fierce wolves, and only they can wake up the sheep.
Due to their wild nature, this group of sheep was forced to evolve sharp claws and arm themselves. The weak sheep deserved to be eaten."
Probably because of her excitement, Sylvanas's face turned crimson, her eyes sharp, and she stated her feelings clearly.
She seemed to be full of resentment towards those ancient relatives. No wonder the future queen would burn Teldrassil.
Robbie had to admit that from a certain perspective, Sylvanas was right.
The night elves' lack of ambition has not changed anything in ten thousand years. They knew that the Burning Legion was spying on Azeroth, but they did not make any preparations for war. This negative behavior is very questionable.
Ten thousand years ago, the reign of Queen Azshara could be said to be the most glorious years for the elves.
It's a pity that the night elves ruled by Tyrande and Malfurion never thought of regaining the glory of the Night Empire.
"I don't know if you are right or not, but if the weak sheep that were eaten were you high elves, you would know what a tragedy this is." Robbie retorted weakly.
"The high elves will never face that tragic fate."
Sylvanas was smiling, she seemed very confident, but then she felt a little disappointed, and sighed: "I thought you could understand, but I didn't expect you are just a common person. You let me down, Robbie.
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"That's because you don't know the cruelty of war at all."
Robbie, who knows history well and is familiar with history, deeply understands the despair of war as if he feels it himself.
Sylvanas, she has not yet experienced that kind of sadness.
Robbie didn't know where Sylvanas' confidence came from. He realized that the Ranger General was cunning enough and vigilant enough that she would not easily reveal her plans to outsiders.
"I hope you can change history and successfully save your people."
Robbie secretly blessed in his heart and said goodbye to Sylvanas.
Sylvanas held onto the plague potion as if holding on to her own life.
Plague potion is like a timely rain in Silvermoon City.
She needs the help of someone, the Elf Prince Kael'thas.
After escaping Karazhan, Kael'thas immediately forgot about Medivh's orders.
He wasn't going to Andorhal. He didn't want to see Jaina at all, let alone mess with the mean and powerful Kel'Thuzad.
The handsome Prince Kael'thas went into a tavern in Night Town to get drunk, intending to hook up with a few ladies and soothe his lonely heart.
In this inconspicuous town, Kael'thas met a beauty, Mrs. Ivar's niece, Lisa, a girl from Lakeside Town. The Elf Prince was immediately fascinated by her, to the point where he was infatuated and could not even think about food or tea.
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The prince felt that he had met true love. In his hundreds of years of life, he had never been so serious.
It's a pity that despite the prince's best efforts, they still can't make their relationship go any further. Lisa is like the moon in the water or the flower in the mirror. She smiles and looks forward, her smile is sweet, she is youthful and lively, but she always keeps a distance from the prince.
Later, when the day came, Lisa returned to Lakeside Town after spending many days at her relatives' house.
Kael'thas, who was suffering from lovesickness, immediately followed him.
When he arrived at Lakeside Town, he realized that this matter was not simple. Everyone told the prince that there was no girl named Lisa in Lakeside Town. His Royal Highness might have mistakenly admitted the wrong person or had memory problems.
A brief encounter is like a dream. When you wake up from the dream, the lover is no longer there and has disappeared from this world.
Kael'thas returned to Dalaran in despair, and unfortunately met Jaina again.
At this moment, Jaina exuded an amazing charm, which immediately attracted Prince Kael'thas.
Power grew in Jaina's heart, sprouted deep roots, and grew into a towering tree. This gave Jaina a transcendent beauty and a vague noble temperament like a queen.
The taste of the Elf Prince is always changing. Some people say that the best way to forget someone is to start a passionate love again. The Elf Prince is willing to use this method to ease his longing for Lisa.
Kael'thas soon fell passionately in love with Jaina. The two were inseparable and were about to complete a critical moment of a profound relationship.
His Royal Highness the Prince received a letter from his father, and Silver Moon City was threatened by the undead natural disaster.
Kael'thas did not dare to disobey his father's orders and rushed back to Silvermoon City hand in hand with Jaina.
In the ancient palace of Silvermoon City, Kael'thas met his majestic father in front of many members of the council.
The Elf King Anasterian stared at this idle son who was messing around with women. He couldn't help but burst out with anger. Naturally, he had to reprimand him. Kael'thas stood aside obediently and had no choice but to listen honestly.
Finally, the Elf King asked: "Kael'thas, how do you think the orc problem should be dealt with?"
"Orcs?" Kael'thas scratched his head. He did not have a clear judgment on the current situation. After all, all his energy was focused on seducing women, but he had the impression that orcs were an ugly race.
"Some people say that we should kill them all, while others suggest that we form an alliance with the orcs."
Facing this unsatisfactory son, the Elf King had to give a reminder.
"Then just kill them all." Kael'thas said casually.
The Elf King was very surprised. The councilors and lords below were all talking about it. Some were nodding, and some were shaking their heads. The Elf Prince had a transcendent status, and his opinions had to be taken seriously.
"Tell me your reasons." The Elf King asked
"Orcs are so ugly, I would rather die than sleep with an orc woman in my arms." Kael'thas said matter-of-factly.
A burst of laughter broke out below, and the Elf King turned red with anger, jumped up from the throne, and shouted angrily:
"Get out of here, you traitor, don't let me see you again."
Kael'thas was amnesty and quickly escaped from the palace.
In his room, Kael'thas unexpectedly met Sylvanas who came to visit secretly.
Sylvanas, who was wrapped tightly, took off the hood covering her face and laughed:
"Kael'thas, how many more years will you be a prince? Ten thousand years?"
Hearing this, Kael'thas was shocked. His careless look disappeared and replaced with a shrewd face.
"Windrunner Sylvanas, are you here to deliberately mock me?" (To be continued)