Seeing the Windrunner sisters arrive, Liadrin placed her right hand on her chest and bowed slightly.
"Good evening, sisters."
"Good evening, Priestess."
After exchanging greetings, Liadrin's expression returned to seriousness.
"Prince Arthas, though the undead Scourge is terrifying, the magic of Silvermoon City will surely bury them."
"We do not need to launch an attack on the undead Scourge; we only need to be here."
Her finger pointed at a narrow valley pass on the map on the table.
"At Fairbreeze Village, we will block the undead Scourge, preventing their passage, and wait for the mages of Silvermoon City to unleash their magic, which will resolve the undead Scourge once and for all."
This was indeed a good idea; if the undead Scourge could be annihilated in one fell swoop, it would also be good news for reclaiming the Eastweald region.
Sylvanas listened, her slender golden eyebrows furrowing tightly, and she instantly detected the flaws in the plan.
"Fairbreeze Village is indeed a good location, but how do you know the council of Silvermoon City can unleash large-scale magic?"
"To annihilate 200,000 undead Scourge in one go, unless the power of the Sunwell is used, would those old fogies be willing?"
Under normal circumstances, using the Sunwell required the council's approval, as they feared depleting its energy.
Moreover, the Sunwell was not in Silvermoon City, but on an island in the ocean behind the city.
This was a problem; none of them could contact Silvermoon City to ascertain the situation, so how did a priestess manage it?
Liadrin raised her head proudly, spread her hands, and mumbled incantations, as the Holy Light enveloped her, making her appear exceptionally sacred.
"My mentor told me; the Holy Light can transmit messages."
The Holy Light has this function?
Arthas was truly hesitant to believe in the Holy Light, because those who claimed to be righteous and honorable were often the ones most likely to harbor malicious intentions.
The Holy Light followers were a group of fanatics, a group of fanatics who believed everything they did was correct.
Precisely because they believed everything they did was correct, even massacres and evil deeds could be performed using the power of the Holy Light.
It had a somewhat idealistic feel, like the Azeroth version of 'the bolder people are, the more productive the land'.
If it weren't for the main quest requiring Liadrin's survival, Arthas truly wouldn't want to bother with her.
Isn't this absurd?
A thousand-person guard would need half its members to handle logistics and supplies.
Only about five hundred people, perhaps a few more, would be available for combat.
These few hundred people want to clash with 200,000 undead Scourge?
Had Liadrin gone mad, or had the people of Silvermoon City gone mad?
A few hundred people trying to ambush an undying undead Scourge in a narrow pass, how could they even conceive of such a thing?
"You overestimate us; the army of Lordaeron cannot do this; the troop strength is too small."
"What we can do is search for and rescue displaced civilians in the areas ravaged by the undead Scourge, and kill as many undead Scourge as possible to reduce the corruption in the region."
Arthas rejected this proposal; it was too insane.
How could he dare to use five hundred people to fight 200,000 undead Scourge?
He couldn't even imagine it; if he were powerful enough to sink an island with a single punch, then he might try.
Currently, he was not strong enough; he had more than enough to defend himself, but not enough to attack.
Vereesa, upon hearing this, also found it difficult to watch; even if she wasn't a ranger-general, she had participated in the war against the forest trolls.
War is not decided by numbers, but when the strength difference is roughly similar, the numerical disparity is too great for any commander to agree to engage in battle.
"Liadrin, you need to rest properly; I can't understand what you're saying."
Anyone hearing such a statement, five hundred against 200,000, with the advantage on 'my' side, would surely think the other person was an idiot.
Five hundred Pit Lords against 200,000 undead Scourge might offer some chance of victory, but for mortals, forget it.
When numbers swelled, suicidal attacks could truly take down even demigods.
If quality isn't enough, quantity makes up for it.
Liadrin, however, looked at Arthas, her Holy Light-infused eyes filled with determination.
She had witnessed Arthas' duel with an adult dragon, a crushing victory, and even among the high elves, she couldn't find a strong individual capable of such a feat.
She firmly believed that if he could use that giant expansion skill, blocking the undead Scourge would be no difficult task at all.
But the question was, why should he use it?
She had imagined everything too beautifully.
Given the arrogance displayed by those high elves today, even if Arthas went all out to help them, they would only consider it their due and would not be grateful.
From the bottom of his heart, he had never intended to save these arrogant fellows.
"No, Prince Arthas, you can defeat an adult dragon, so you have a way to stop the undead Scourge. Please help us, for the sake of the Alliance."
Liadrin even bowed respectfully, using the highest reverence to persuade this human prince to fight for the Sin'dorei!
Arthas refused, unwilling to expose his trump card for such a matter.
"I apologize, but I am currently unable to control that power at will, so what you propose cannot be done."
After hearing this plan, Sylvanas also felt some resentment towards this priestess compatriot in her heart; wasn't this sending her beloved to his death?
If it weren't for the arrogant response today, she might have tried to persuade him.
But now it seemed that her beloved's efforts, her enthusiasm, were merely taken for granted by those so-called compatriots; far from being moved to tears of gratitude, they didn't even offer a single word of thanks.
It was truly disheartening; was this still the quality expected of the self-proclaimed noble Sin'dorei?
"Liadrin, your request is too excessive."
"What we should be doing now is searching for the displaced and rescuing them from the clutches of the undead Scourge as much as possible."
"The ranger forces have already made sufficient sacrifices, and warnings were issued previously; we have done what we should."
Die for Quel'Thalas?
Perhaps, or perhaps not.
"This is a great opportunity to annihilate the undead Scourge completely; why don't you understand?"
"Enough! Support is not suicide. You speak so grandly, why don't you go yourself?"
Arthas stopped the other party's foolish idea. He had already decided to keep an eye on this priestess. If she made any drastic moves, he would knock her out, tie her up, and keep her that way until the mission was complete.
In troubled times, kill the bleeding hearts first, that is correct!
Negotiations broke down.
"Let's rest; today has been enough commotion. We can discuss anything else tomorrow."
Sylvanas pushed her beloved away, seeing no need to stay longer, as it would only lead to an argument.
Truly arrogant elves!
Sylvanas wanted to leave, but Arthas held her back, leading her into the bedroom.
"I am furious right now!"