"What's going on!" the commanding officer at the front roared. The magical support, which they relied on most, had vanished! At that moment, he felt a chill spread throughout his body. The Elves had been able to defeat the Forest Trolls because of their magic.
Powerful magic eliminated the need for close-quarters combat, allowing them to take down hundreds or thousands of Trolls from a distance. The immense power of their magic could even nullify the Trolls' formidable regenerative ability!
Yet at this moment, in the battle to defend the city, the magic they depended on for survival had disappeared!
How were they supposed to fend off the Orcs and Trolls now? Fight them with their slender bodies? That was a joke. No matter how strong a High Elf warrior was, they had no physical advantage against an Orc!
As the arcane energy weakened, the great fire began to be extinguished. The Orcs and Trolls roared as they charged into Silvermoon City!
The sounds of slaughter gradually rose. Civilians who couldn't escape in time all died under the Orcs' cleavers. The Trolls would even go around finishing them off, one by one, clearly hating the High Elves to the bone.
The enmity between the two sides had lasted for thousands of years, a constant struggle that was practically a feud to the death!
"Retreat behind the Gate of the Third Moon!" Alleria immediately issued the order, having the Ranger Corps cover the civilians' retreat. Silvermoon City had many gates, all forged with powerful runes that could withstand assaults. As long as they fell back in stages, it was possible to avoid a total rout.
"Got it," Vereesa shouted, gathering her other sisters to act.
When King Anasterian received the news that the Sunwell was under attack, he was utterly furious. He immediately dispatched half of the Silvermoon Council's elders to the rescue. At a time like this, the Silvermoon Council had no mind to bicker with the king. They might argue about other matters, but not when it concerned the Sunwell. That was the very lifeblood of the High Elves; it absolutely could not be lost!
"Ganas, you will immediately go to the Sunwell's aid. The rest of you, stay with me and hold back the Horde."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty, perhaps we should involve the humans. This was originally aimed at the humans. Now that these filthy Orcs dare to invade our lands, it is time to unite and drive these filthy, barbaric Orcs out," a council elder suggested.
Anasterian pondered for a moment, then looked up, his eyes firm. "Very well. Use a magic communication to speak with that prince!"
Magic communication involved transmitting a virtual magical image to the caster, displayed through a crystal. It was essentially a magical version of a video call.
The situation was urgent, and there was no time to delay. They had to borrow the strength of the humans. Human infantry was the best, a fact even the dwarves begrudgingly admitted. To stop the Horde, they had to ally with the humans.
At this moment, Arthas had just climbed off his follower, Hailey. Ignoring her fatigue, Hailey rolled over like a slave girl, opening her mouth to take Arthas's member, using her small mouth to swallow all the milky white fluid from it. Her eyes were fixed on Arthas, serving her master with the most humble and devout posture.
Copulating with Hailey was very comfortable; he could do whatever he wanted. It also produced double the Life Essence, and it was stackable. Queen Taria, his aunt Lady Ashvane, and the Black Dragon Queen Onyxia—these three were his consorts, and making love to them would grant him triple the Life Essence.
However, only making love with these three consorts granted the multiplier effect. As a follower, Hailey also provided a bonus, but she herself was not included in the stacking count and was not considered a consort. If she were also counted as a consort, it would be a quadruple bonus, not triple.
Lady Jandice's voice sounded from outside the tent, as if she knew what was going on inside. "Your Highness, Silvermoon City requests a magic communication."
"Connect it. Bring it in." Arthas nodded at Hailey. The slave girl obediently helped him dress, then put on Beck's trinket herself, changing back into her Naga form to handle her duties.
The voluptuous and mature Lady Jandice walked in with a smile, holding the magic crystal. She had enjoyed the benefits of Life Essence, which had indeed made her look younger, and her power was fluctuating slightly—a sign of an impending breakthrough. Because of this, she served Arthas even more diligently. She would have no problem with him making her get on all fours like a bitch in heat for him to take her from behind. She wouldn't feel shame, only excitement. She even had a perfectly plausible excuse for her husband, as one should always hedge their bets.
Arthas composed himself. After connecting to the magic crystal, he saw the scene within. Magnificent and ornate, with exquisite carvings—it was the royal court of the High Elves. King Anasterian and the white-haired members of the Silvermoon Council were there.
"Good day, Your Majesty. Good day, esteemed council members. To what do I owe the pleasure? I was just preparing to set sail for Southshore to intercept a small Horde force attempting to land. Are you here to see me off? You're all so busy, there's no need. The military situation is urgent; we can make up for the banquet next time."
His opening salvo caught Anasterian completely off guard. He's just going to leave?
"Your Highness, please wait. We need to talk. The Horde is our common enemy. We are willing to join the Alliance. Please come to Silvermoon City and fight the Horde with us to prevent the continent from being plunged into devastation."
"I can, but what about my payment? You gave me the cold shoulder the moment I arrived. You don't think a simple phrase like 'join the Alliance' is enough to make my men bleed for you, do you?" Arthas sneered. Were they trying to get something for nothing?
"What do you want?" Anasterian's expression gradually turned cold. This human prince was truly ungrateful!
"What can you give?" Arthas retorted.
"Haha!" Anasterian seemed to think the so-called prince before him was just a country bumpkin. It wasn't just him; even the members of the Silvermoon Council in the hall burst into laughter, almost to the point of tears! Quel'Thalas had been established for thousands of years. What treasure did they not possess? To ask such a childish question!
Seemingly realizing it was impolite, Anasterian quickly suppressed his laughter. "We have everything here!"
"Oh? Do you have a large barrel of Sunwell water?" Arthas's voice carried a hint of mockery.
"Your Highness! Do not joke!" Anasterian's face instantly turned cold. The Sunwell was their lifeblood. How could their lifeblood be given away so casually?