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"Alright, but it may not necessarily be effective. I have the priests prepared to unleash a storm at any moment to trigger a tsunami," Vashj furrowed her brow. Initiating a tsunami with the Naga required some time for preparation, as agreed upon earlier.

Dealing with allies?

The high elves had never truly regarded the human kingdom as allies, far from it.

Arthas intended to intensify the invasion of the tribe this time, with someone playing the villain role, leaving him to play the hero?

"I will cause some trouble near Sunwell, limiting the support it can provide to Silvermoon City. Vashj, oversee this ritual and sink those arrogant individuals to the depths, don't forget, they were all traitors back then!" Arthas's smile was sinister, despite being a Paladin, he engaged in such despicable scheming, completely contradicting the meaning of the holy light!

Vashj nodded slightly, a hint of hatred flickering in her eyes, the animosity among the various Elf races was undeniable.

"Your Highness, I am once again grateful that we are allies and not enemies."

"We will always be allies. By the way, I plan to establish a base in Vashj'ir, which used to be your territory. Would you be interested in showing me around Vashj'ir?" Arthas suggested with a smile, "If you find it abrupt, then consider it unsaid."

Vashj'ir emerged as an underwater world during the Cataclysm, a terrifying place.

Many deep-sea phobias could be triggered, as one might be swimming peacefully and suddenly be bitten to death by a giant sea serpent, such abrupt deaths would startle anyone.

However, it couldn't be denied that this area held abundant resources and could serve as a crucial supply station.

If they could occupy and develop a base there, the rich resources could fill Arthas's coffers once again.

”Of course, but currently, there are many filthy Kvaldir there. Your Highness, if you plan to go, you must be cautious. Besides those filthy seaweed people, there are many minions of the N'zoth, I am quite eager for Your Highness to help me reclaim Vashj'ir.“

Vashj smoothly roped Arthas into her scheme with a few words, who was using whom remained to be seen!

The two devised a grand plan against Silvermoon City these arrogant high elves would surely pay the price for their arrogance. They just needed to join the alliance honestly and agree to his demands.

If they insisted on acting recklessly, then it would be their own fault.

Furthermore, Arthas knew that the tribe's target was never Silvermoon City, but Lordaeron.

If Silvermoon City couldn't be captured for long, within three days, Orgrim would withdraw his troops and launch a surprise attack on Lordaeron from the Kingdom of Alterac.

It was impossible from other areas the vast landscape made it easy to spot the tribe's traces.

Once discovered, all previous efforts would be in vain, possibly leading to being surrounded and annihilated.

Only through the Kingdom of Alterac was such a possibility, despite the primary passages being guarded by alliance forces, there were some less-used mountain paths that required local guides to navigate.

Therefore, Arthas had to pose a threat to Sunwell in Silvermoon City if Sunwell couldn't be threatened, its defenses needed to be compromised.

This would force the high elves to divert their attention to deal with this matter otherwise, once Sunwell was breached, they would be in serious trouble.

Repairing Sunwell's defenses would limit the support for the frontline battles, potentially leading to a collapse at the front.

Compared to orcs, the elves were incredibly fragile, even to the point of being extremely vulnerable.

Silvermoon City, with the tribe's siege army just retreating, its defenses remained formidable.

With the assistance of Silvermoon City's mages and the near-infinite power of Sunwell, orcs, trolls, and even cannibal mages all met their end on the battlefield.

They simply couldn't breach Silvermoon City's defenses, despite several assaults on the walls, they held strong.

Alleria's beautiful face was now marked with dark traces of smoke; she hadn't slept for two days, responsible for defending the city walls. Especially when news of her mother's death came, she almost fainted.

Despite the overwhelming grief, she suppressed her sorrow, turning it into the drive to slaughter orcs and trolls.

If the tribe hadn't invaded, her parents wouldn't have died.

Someone had to pay the price for this all orcs and trolls had to die!

Her hatred fueled her, her momentum rising with signs of a breakthrough.

”Elder sister, do you think it would have been better for us to return to Windrunner Spire before coming to Silvermoon City?“ Vereesa, the youngest sister, expressed some concerns. She is also a Hunter who previously worked in Silvermoon City, assisting nobles in capturing a certain type of animal, which caused her to miss the opportunity to stay in the homeland.

"I'm not sure, but regardless, we must protect Silvermoon City and prevent more casualties. Arthas will support Windrunner, he will definitely help." Alleria's eyes were filled with immense sorrow as she mentioned her lover, her eyes shining with confidence in Arthas.

"Is Arthas really that miraculous?" Vereesa was curious. Her elder sister fell in love on a trip and with a human no less! Humans have short lives, even if he is a prince, what difference does it make?

"He is someone who excels at creating miracles." Alleria elegantly brushed her falling hair behind her ear with her jade-like fingers, a gesture filled with charm.

Just as they were about to speak, the sound of horns echoed, "The tribe is attacking again, back to your posts, be cautious!"

Meanwhile, a figure sneaked towards the Isle of Quel'Danas where the Sunwell is located.

This elusive figure was none other than the traitor Darkan, a high elf mage who harbored resentment towards Silvermoon City due to dissatisfaction with his own status.

At this moment, Darkan reached the shores of the Greenfin Coast near the Sunwell. He came ashore from here, placing Tide Runestones outside the forest and setting up magical markers.

With eyes filled with resentment, he gazed at the distant Sunwell Plateau Guardians, a position that was originally meant to be his. However, due to the disdain of the council members of Silvermoon City towards his background, another family member was promoted instead.

They mocked him incessantly, and under this accumulated grievance, it was no wonder he became a traitor.

When a person loses hope, they either become stagnant like a salted fish or turn into a madman wreaking havoc.