Even though nearly all blood elves are soldiers, their population is still small.

When Alsace broke through Silvermoon City, more than half of the soldiers and civilians died in battle. Now counting all the clansmen, the population is only over 30,000.

Like the tribes in the original time and space, it is not impossible to take soldiers to attack the Storm Fortress where Prince Kael'thas sits. This method is also beneficial, that is, even blood elves and demons, all in one pot.

The disadvantage is that the loss is huge. All the elites of Azeroth are lost inside and out. The blood elves, which were originally sparsely populated, died again. In fact, many blood elves just habitually obey the orders of their leaders, and they do not follow the demons themselves. The determination to the end can still be saved.

Vanessa tried to make a suggestion: "Prince Kael'thas will return to Silvermoon City, right? Get some news, and say that there are kind people from Lordaeron to help you solve your magic addiction. As soon as he comes back, we will send him Take it down, and then have a good talk with him, isn't that all right?"

Lor'themar Theron and the Archmage Rommath shook their heads and sighed together: "The prince is too stubborn and too proud. If he doesn't find a way to completely solve the people's addiction to demons and completely restore the blood elves to their former glory, he will not return. For Silvermoon City, we can only use some tough methods."

Vanessa watched their expressions carefully. The tough method they said shouldn't be stabbing the second prince's heart with a sword, right?

Speaking of pride and stubbornness are just excuses, but the reality is that Prince Kael'thas has no face to go back to Silvermoon City. The princes of Azeroth are the second best, and each of them has a lot of character flaws.

Many things are done inexplicably.

From the perspective of an outsider, it is difficult to correctly analyze Prince Kael'thas' true inner thoughts. It can only be said that the pressure is too great.

The more he wanted to save everything, the deeper he fell into the lies woven by the devil, one wrong step, one wrong step, until he made a mistake, even he himself forgot his original intention.

The blood elves have too many problems. The current situation is that Lor'themar Theron is guarding Silvermoon City with a patchwork of troops. His deputy, Halduron Brightwing, who is also one of the ruling three giants, is leading With the Ranger Ranger clearing and opening up the main road, Archmage Rommath regained several important magic power nodes and the Royal Academy of Magic.

All that remains of Ghostlands, Dysome, Deathscar, and the original Sunwell Heights ruins are inhabited by remnants of the undead.

The trolls in the south are also ready to move, internal and external troubles, it is not easy to survive until today.

Prince Kael'thas mobilized too many troops to fight in Outland. He took away most of the elites, and the remaining elites were too individual, such as Ashila Sunwalker who was hired by Vanessa, or who was poisoned by Ashila The fallen Vereesa Windrunner, or join a vibrant social organization, or find a place to do magic experiments by yourself, there are fishing, fighting, one by one, the only remaining elite blood elves run all over the world Yes.

As a result, Lor'themar Theron, a clever woman, can't afford to live without rice, leading a bunch of civilians to counterattack the undead? Dream it! He has more than enough heart but not enough energy. From the 21st year of Heimen to today, for five full years, he has basically been defending and has no offensive ability at all.

"Then use your method, we will quietly enter the Storm Fortress, and then seal your prince with a magic circle!" Vanessa finally agreed to the request.

easy to say, hard to do.

It took a lot of planning to seal Prince Kael'thas, an artifact and a legendary mage himself, in his own stronghold, alongside a host of cronies.

Even if it is difficult to guard against house thieves, it is not an easy task.

Vanessa and Jaina can provide personal help, and the blood elves will take care of the rest.

"Well... There is a strange life form, he wants to meet you, what do you mean, Your Highness?" Archmage Romans said cryptically at the end of the meeting.

Who wants to see me? Vanessa was taken aback at first, thoughts flashed quickly in her mind, and she quickly guessed the answer.

"......Can."

In a hidden hall of the blood elves, Vanessa saw pure energy beings still exuding bright holy light. Outsiders called them 'Naru'.

As the blood elf closed the door, she closed her eyes and used her mental power to perceive this powerful life form.

Gentleness, order, positivity, and compassion, all she feels are positive emotions. I have to say that Naru's appearance and substance are really good, even though she thinks she is very strong, she can still be bathed in the holy light of Naru , she still felt that some dark corners in her heart had been purified.

It's comfortable and easy.

This kind of purification is free, there is no need to pay any price, and those dark corners will not be occupied by external energy. Naaru can be said to be such a selfless and terrifying race.

"Hello, respected naaru, what can I do for you? I have seen the prophet Velen, and I heard that there is also a naaru on his spaceship. Are you going to meet with your companions? If you need it, I will Can I send you there?"

Vanessa is still very proud. From south to north, from west to east, she can basically speak to the leaders of the alliance and tribes, and she still has some face.

As long as the naaru in front of me wants to leave~lightnovelpub.net~ the blood elves will definitely give this face.

Naru didn't give a direct answer, his body made of pure energy swayed slightly, and several energy patterns that made up the outline of the body kept rotating at a clockwise angle.

The rhythm is pretty nice, a bit of a breeze blowing through the fields, meaning that nature is rejoicing...

But what do you want to say?

Vanessa was dumbfounded.

"The prophecy has failed, and my fate has been completely rewritten." Naru's tone was neither sad nor happy, a piece of golden energy, not to mention his expression.

"So?" Vanessa asked back.

"So I no longer know the direction of future development, and I am very confused now." There is no embarrassment, this naaru does not think that he is holy, let alone a god.

Vanessa spread her hands: "Is this some kind of profound question? In the face of the unknown, we try our best to do our best and have a clear conscience. Isn't that enough?"

Naaru retorted firmly: "If everything goes into a state of disorder, we will never be able to defeat the Burning Legion. There is no goal, no plan..."

Vanessa interrupted his pessimistic argument: "How can it be disorder? Is the survival instinct of intelligent life disorder? Is it disorder when everyone abandons disputes and unanimously externally at a critical moment? The Burning Legion has goals and plan, but will they succeed? Is the prophecy necessarily correct? Before we do anything and say anything, we must first think about the prophecy. Don’t do it? Is that what you mean?”