Luo Sheng knew very early on that the Forsaken were not equal to the Scourge.
The Scourge were resurrected from the dead in Lordaeron, and the Forsaken were derived from the high elves of Silvermoon City.
When Robbie heard that Arthas had to erase the memories of the dead in Silvermoon City in order to resurrect them as undead, he finally understood the origin of the name Forsaken.
To be forgotten, to have the memory forcibly erased.
Robbie secretly winked at Alsace, and Alsace understood it, found an excuse to send Kael'thas aside, and discussed with Robbie.
"Do you know the fate of the Forsaken?" Robbie solemnly warned: "Without the hatred in their memory, they will not raise the banner of revenge against the orcs. They will only be content with the status quo, and even join forces with the orcs."
Arthas shook his head slightly, and his smile became more sarcastic: "What's even more ridiculous is that even if they knew that they were killed by orcs during their lifetime, they would be willing to become the lackeys of orcs."
Robbie looked at Alsace in surprise. He didn't understand where Alsace got his vision of the future.
"When I was in the Sunwell, I awakened a special ability. I call this ability to foresee death. I can see the scene before the death of the living. This ability works sometimes and sometimes not, and many people can't see through it. For example, you and
Kel'Thuzad. I saw the future of the people of Silvermoon City. Many of them died fighting side by side with the orcs. What's even more ironic is that a few of them were willing to cut off their thigh bones to make them a hot meal for the orcs.
firewood."
Robbie remembered the ability of Kilrogg Deadeye of the Orc Blood Cave Clan, who sacrificed one of his eyes in exchange for foreseeing his own death. Arthas' ability to foresee death is somewhat similar to this ability.
"Since you know everything, why do you still want to resurrect them?" Robbie spread his hands, expressing confusion.
"Because none of us can change the destined future."
Arthas smiled bitterly. He looked at the killings in Silver Moon City and said helplessly:
"I saw that the Forsaken had forgotten their hatred and betrayed their ancestors, as well as the surviving blood elves. They all became the lackeys of the orcs. They called this the wisdom of survival. Since they cannot change the future, it is better to let them become
It has become a familiar enemy. Even if I don’t do it, someone else will definitely do it and then put the blame on me. At least for this group of forgotten people who were resurrected by me, I am very familiar with their power.”
Robbie sighed, Alsace was right, history cannot be changed.
The Sands of Time has allowed Robby to witness the powerful repairing ability of time. In this case, he can only follow the rules of time creation, and try his best to seek benefits for himself and save more innocent people without violating these rules.
The Forsaken led by Sylvanas will completely get rid of Arthas' control in the near future and become a force with independent wisdom and will.
Even if he knew this would be the result, Arthas had to do this. If it were other unknown beings who resurrected the dead in Silvermoon City, they would have become strange enemies, a mysterious force that they did not understand.
It is much easier to deal with enemies created by your own hands than enemies you don't know.
"Robbie, some things are destined to happen, but it is not without hope. There are many small loopholes under the big rules. As long as we seize these loopholes, we can change many doomed tragedies. We need to find some like-minded partners to work together.
To fight against this tragic fate, we need a stable and reliable alliance to form a team."
"Like-minded partners?"
Robbie silently thought to himself, you are not talking about Demon Hunter Illidan or Deathwing. Forget about the stupid roar. If you truly form an alliance, it will indeed be much better than fighting alone.
Alsace's face was filled with hope and confidence, and he said confidently:
"Now is just the beginning. The tragedy you have witnessed and all the evil deeds you have seen will be liquidated in the future. Believe me, they will definitely pay the price. The judge has arrived, and he will use his own will to
To judge the crimes of this world, to avenge the good people, and to seek justice for the innocent.”
Well, Alsace, who is full of middle-class sense, is his true nature, which means his belief is extremely firm.
"The Forsaken need a leader." Robbie reminded, although he already knew the answer.
"I have already thought about it." Arthas smiled confidently: "Windrunner Sylvanas is the best candidate. I can already feel that her dark soul is about to awaken."
Arthas raised Frostmourne, and wherever he passed, all the dead in Silvermoon City were resurrected.
These high elves who have stood up again are like newborn babies, hesitant and at a loss, wandering aimlessly. It will take some time before they can form a fighting force.
The orcs who had no time to escape paid the price for their crimes. The Scourge swept everything. Although the battle in Silvermoon City did not wipe out all the orcs, at least more than half of the orcs did not have time to retreat.
The huge teleportation circle that Silvermoon City worked so hard to build became the portal for the orcs to retreat. The Scourge Legion surrounded it. Thrall stood in the portal and looked at the incoming Scourge Legion with a mocking smile.
"Arthas, you won, but what can you do? People will only remember that it was the Scourge that destroyed Silvermoon City. The elven ranger Lor'themar Theron and Liadrin will spread your crimes everywhere. We orcs
You ate up all the people of Silvermoon City, but they want to blame the Scourge for their crimes. I feel very relieved to see your helplessness."
Arthas was also looking at Thrall, his expression extremely calm. This was a common trick of Guardian Medivh, who had already seen the future and did not take it to heart.
"Thall, I have seen the future of the orcs, and I have seen your helplessness and regret. I can't do anything about the situation in front of you, and you are equally powerless about the future of the orcs. You probably don't know what Medivh has done to you orcs! If
If you are willing, go and ask some knowledgeable wise men for advice, Medivh is consuming the power of the orc race!"
"The power of race? What is that?" Thrall was a little confused.
Arthas smiled faintly: "What if I kill you group of orcs? Even if I wipe out all the orcs in Azeroth, Medivh will still find a new group of orcs to replace you. In countless timelines
, countless pasts and futures, as long as the power of the race is not exhausted, life will continue forever."
"When that desperate moment comes, the orcs will disappear from all timelines, and this race will be destroyed forever and become irretrievable dust of history. Originally, you had thousands of years to last, and had enough time to evolve and change. Unfortunately, now
, because of Medivh's eagerness for quick success and the unnecessary consumption of the power of the race, you have no time."
Thrall was confused by Alsace. He felt that this was a pretentious attempt to sow discord, but it still left a lingering shadow in his heart.
"Sal!"
The furious elf prince Kael'thas rushed over. He was covered in fire, and his whole body was like a burning fire phoenix.
"You executioner, you have to pay for your crimes."
A ball of fierce flames rushed towards Thrall in the portal.
Thrall showed a mocking look. He knew that the portal was indestructible and Medivh's work was a guarantee of quality, so he dared to stay and mock.
Sure enough, the flames were blocked by the shield of the portal.
But a little flame accidentally passed through the portal and burned between Thrall's legs.