"This is the blood elf envoy Angmar Morningstar, the advisor to Prince Kael'thas. This is Lana'thel, the high-level mage of Silvermoon City." Luo Ning stood up quickly and introduced.

But Garithos didn't even give Dalaran face, and said perfunctorily without raising his head: "Well, I understand."

Angmar frowned deeply and searched for the blood elf envoy. After looking around for several times, there was no one on the seats or in the front row of the crowd. He actually found Aesas in the small corner at the end of the crowd, and he was the only one there.

.

This is true for the blood elf envoys, well, he is indeed Garithos.

Isaacs looked at him for a moment and shook his head slightly. The meaning he wanted to convey was self-evident.

An officer moved a chair next to Ronin and made a gesture of invitation to Angmar, but he ignored it and stepped forward and said loudly: "Your Excellency, Grand Marshal, I have brought news about Quel'Thalas.

"

Garithos raised his head and looked at him with an arrogant expression.

"Prince Kael'thas is currently dealing with post-war affairs. When the domestic natural disaster problem eases slightly, he will lead our elites south to support the alliance."

Garithos didn't react at all, and so did everyone present.

Angmar was not surprised by this. The Alliance military was the group most resentful of the high elves (blood elves) withdrawing from the alliance. During the second war, the alliance allocated half of its troops to Quel'Thalas to help the high elves.

Resist the orcs. After the war, the high elves quietly withdrew from the alliance, causing strong dissatisfaction from the military.

"In addition, I also brought relevant information about the main force under Alsace. In the battle of Silvermoon City alone, the Scourge Legion dispatched no less than 1,000 gargoyles and 1,000 abominations - by necromancy

Any one of the enhanced flesh and blood constructs is comparable to a dozen elite soldiers. In addition, there are no less than 500 spellcasters of different strengths." Angmar said, looking around and observing.

The expressions of everyone present.

"What?"

"How come there are so many?"

Some people took a breath, some were dumbfounded. The officers soon began to whisper among themselves, and the tent suddenly became noisy.

Even the Silver Hand paladins couldn't help but look solemn.

Angmar continued: "In the battle on Quel'Danas, Arthas froze the rough sea water with just one man and one sword. The ice was enough to carry thousands of undead. Our mages were helpless.

, with the power of hundreds of magisters, the speed at which the ice melts is far less than the speed at which it can be refrozen."

This time, the mages of Dalaran were shocked. Dalaran has a close relationship with Quel'Thalas, and they knew very well how powerful the latter's group of mages was.

You must have at least an epic level of strength to participate in the selection of magisters and then become the magister with the highest social status in Quel'Thalas.

The combined efforts of hundreds of epic heroes are no match for Arthas and Frostmourne in his hands. How terrifying is this fallen prince's strength, and what kind of artifact is that magic sword?

Ronin suddenly understood why the Kirin Tor Council attached so much importance to intelligence collection. If Arthas and his troops were really so terrifying, their estimate of the war situation was indeed too optimistic.

"After conquering the island of Quel'Danas, Arthas used the Sunwell to resurrect Kel'Thuzad. He was one of the most powerful wizards in Dalaran during his lifetime, and he was reshaped by the infinite magical power of the Sunwell.

Form. Until his death, he will be one of the most powerful magical creatures in all of Azeroth."

Angmar kept dropping bombshells, and finally gave his own advice: "Your Excellency, the Grand Marshal, should re-evaluate the war situation. I think that we should retreat to the Alterac Mountains as soon as possible to build a defense line, and become horns with Dalaran, so that we can survive."

possible. Otherwise Alsace will just divide us and defeat us."

This is his purpose. Dalaran is the most valuable ally of the blood elves - at least for now - and it is also the one most promising to help the blood elves at present. It must not fall.

The official history's description of Lordaeron's defeat after Arthas sent his army north is somewhat vague.

Later, when Arthas returned and attacked Dalaran, why was there no support from the Alliance army led by the defeated army of Lordaeron?

Angmar once believed that there were only two possibilities, or the integration had not been completed. Arthas and his troops went to Kalimdor with the Burning Legion, and the Scourge's control over Lordaeron declined, and they re-integrated.

Or the distance is too far and there is no way to help.

Now it seems that Lordaeron's army was defeated and even Andorhal was recovered, so it can only be the second option. Angmar has no hope of convincing Garithos, but he will always try.

Unlike the previous two times, Angmar's words attracted different voices. The officers quickly divided into two groups. One group agreed with Angmar's proposition and believed that the natural disaster was huge and that they should rely on favorable terrain to fight back.

The other faction believes that the Andorhal region should not be abandoned. Once it retreats to the Alterac Mountains and the ruins of Andorhal are reoccupied by natural disasters, with the alliance's weak military strength, it will no longer be possible to open this transportation artery.

Moreover, although Alterac is easy to defend and difficult to attack, it is not conducive to retreat and transfer. Once the war is lost, everyone will die without a burial place.

These people obviously didn't realize that if Dalaran was gone, they would have no hope of regaining their homeland.

"Elf, the commander of this army is me, not you. I don't need you to teach me how to fight." Garithos waved his hand to stop everyone's discussion and said with an unhappy face.

He turned to his subordinates again, "Starting from today, we will double our investigation operations. We must find out the detailed situation of the Scourge Legion."

Angmar frowned, and even Ronin stood up from his seat and said loudly: "Your Excellency, Grand Marshal, the Kirin Tor Council can guarantee that the information given by the blood elf envoy is true."

Angmar spoke again: "Your Excellency, Grand Marshal, Arthas's troops were marching extremely fast. It took less than a week from breaking through the southern border of Quel'Thalas to arriving at Silvermoon City - 1,000

Kilometers, less than a week. Every minute and second they pass, they get closer to here..."

Garithus interrupted angrily: "I'll say it again, I don't need you to teach me how to fight!"

Just as Angmar was about to speak, Dathrohan, the acting captain of the Knights of the Silver Hand, stood up and said to him: "Mr. Special Envoy, your suggestion is indeed very pertinent, and it is an option. But we cannot retreat at the moment. Fireplace

The Valley and the Holy Light (Scarlet) Monastery are isolated in the hinterland of the natural disaster, and there are countless undead souls standing between them. What will they do if we leave?"

Angmar wanted to refute, but then he thought about it and it was true. These people didn't know Arthas' true purpose, and they would not move rashly until they found out the direction of the natural disaster's attack.

Retreating to the Alterac Mountains now is tantamount to completely abandoning the troops in Hearthglen and Holy Light Monastery. Those are tens of thousands of soldiers, accounting for half of the alliance's current total strength. Once destroyed, the strength of the alliance will also follow.

sharp decrease.

He sighed and said no more.

It seems that this matter needs to be considered in the long run.

Seeing that he was silent, Garithos snorted coldly and discussed the specific deployment with his men.

Angmar was absent-minded until the meeting was over. For the Alliance, all he could do was provide information. The only turning point in the matter was the investigation in Dalaran. If they really confirmed that the Scourge was a lackey of the Burning Legion, they must have

I will urge Garithos to redo the combat arrangements.

After the meeting, Aethas went to find the members of the envoy, while Lannathel entered Angmar's tent.

The tents assigned to the blood elf envoys by Garithos were originally ordinary barracks tents, which were extremely simple. At Ronin's strong request, they were replaced with larger and more comfortable officers' tents.

This Alliance Grand Marshal's hatred for the blood elves is really reflected in every aspect.

"You are really self-assertive. His Highness the Prince asked you to go on a mission to the Alliance, but he didn't ask you to make suggestions at their war meeting." Having said that, there was no dissatisfaction in Lannathel's tone, "But you said

Everything is right, it’s just that these people don’t trust us, they don’t trust you... There’s nothing you can do about it, and you don’t have to blame yourself for it.”

Angmar was surprised that Lannathel was acting out of character, and couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Lannasel frowned and asked coldly.

"No, I just think Miss Lannathel looks pretty under the candlelight." Angmar laughed innocently.

Lana Thel was stunned for a moment, then her pretty face turned red. Her profile, against the flames burning in the brazier, exuded an alluring and mature beauty, like a ripe apple, just waiting to be picked.

Before the other party could react, Angmar admired it quietly for two seconds, then stood up and walked out.

"Where are you going?"

"Knights of the Silver Hand." Angmar replied.
Chapter completed!