Cold and heat, life and death, love and hate, light and darkness, everything in the world seems to have two opposite sides, and the same is true of the human heart, some people are good and some people are evil.

Darkan Drahir undoubtedly falls into the latter category, and in the past, Izzy had written Chinese characters for fear of forgetting some key memories, and only he could understand them, and there happened to be a page belonging to the High Elf Darkan.

"Darkan (forgot his name), a traitor among the High Elves, betrayed his people by revealing the secrets of the magical enchantment and the Well of the Sun in the Kingdom of Quel'Salas to the fallen Arthas, ultimately leading to the fall of Silvermoon City at the hands of the undead. ”

The exact details, such as why Darkan betrayed his people, are not recorded by Izzy because he does not know.

After all, when playing the game of Warcraft, he is more willing to get to know popular characters than these ugly people, such as Kael'thas Sunchaser, the Three Sisters of Windranger, or "Strong" Lotherma Theron.

However, Izzy felt that the information he knew was enough for him to dismantle him after confirming that the elf was indeed a threat.

Unfortunately, however, Arthas is not Izzy, and he doesn't have the memories of Itch's cheating Monster canon, so he is destined to be deceived.

"We were originally a ranger force stationed in the Quellins stronghold on Lordaeron's northern border, but just five days ago, an incredible army of undead suddenly appeared from the west, surrounded the Quellins stronghold, and attacked us. ”

Alsace's heart sank as he listened, and to the west of Quellins' stronghold was the city of Stratholme.

"We defended with the help of the commanding terrain of the stronghold, but we all knew that we couldn't hold on forever, so the game lord of Quellins ordered us to break through the secret passages and return to Quel'Thallas to call for help from the Windranger family's territory. ”

Darkan said this, and he didn't know why he paused, but then immediately continued:

"However, when I reached the Ghost Trail, the only entrance to Quel'Thalas, I found that the path had been completely blocked by a massive mudslide, so we had to give up and go south to ask for help from your kingdom of Lordaeron. ”

Arthas was overjoyed to hear the news, it was a godsend, and the mudslide not only stopped the squad of rangers who were asking for help, but also stopped the army of the undead from marching north to attack the kingdom of Quel'Thalas.

Now, if the army of the undead still wants to continue attacking the elven kingdom, they must first clear the ghost trail blocked by mudslides.

Arthas happened to have seen the terrain of the trail before, and he estimated that if the scale of the mudslide was really large enough, even if all the millions of undead were turned into scavengers, it would take at least five to six days to clear a road large enough for the army of the undead to pass quickly.

By that time, the Knights of the Silver Hand had already arrived at the southern rear of the undead army, and the troops of the Elven Kingdom were in front of the northern side of the undead army.

Arthas even breathed a little heavier when he thought of this, and then he immediately began to wonder what was the best way for them to act in this situation.

"If we continue to go north, we will encounter the army of the undead in three days, but now it is not the best time to encounter them, it is better to observe the follow-up movements of the army of the undead, and then make countermeasures. ”

"If they plan to clear the Wraith Trail and continue north, we'll wait for a two-sided attack, and if they go south to attack Lordaeron, we'll lay an ambush along the way, relying on the mobility of the cavalry to wear down the number of the undead. ”

Alsace's wishful thinking played a ping-pong sound, this just the right natural disaster made the initiative fall on Lordaeron's side, this is not God bless Lordaeron, what can it be?

But at this moment, a questioning voice broke in.

"I don't mean to doubt you, but you must make sure your information is absolutely true, Elf. ”

Uther spoke in a heavy tone, and Arthas frowned as he listened, only feeling that his mentor was simply unreasonable.

Could the elves in front of him joke about the safety of their homeland and their people? This is simply an insult, and there is no one in this continent who does not know that the high elves have always been xenophobic to outsiders and unite with their own people.

"I swear by the eternal power of the Well of the Sun, that there is no falsehood in what I have said. ”

Darkan replied solemnly to Uther's question, but Arthas was a little surprised to hear it.

"It's a miracle that this elf didn't scold Uther, and I think this elf also understands that he doesn't have the capital to be angry at all when he asks for help. ”

"I'm sorry, though, I don't think I can save your people, because it's not a good time to fight the army of the undead. ”

For the sake of his own plans, Arthas had already made up his mind to abandon the elven rangers who were waiting for reinforcements, and he even abandoned the generalissimo of the Alliance, Lothar.

It seemed to him that such a long time had passed, and Lothar had lent his legendary sword to Tulayan, thinking that even if Lothar had great ability, he would have no hope of life now.

"It's all for Lordaeron. ”

Arthas took a deep breath and spoke to Darkan, "We'll support Quellins as soon as possible, but we're sorry we can't take you wounded with us, so I'll send someone to escort you to the safety of Tyre's hand." ”

Listening to Arthas's words, the corners of his mouth curled slightly to reveal a strange smile, and he replied: "Thank you for your help, Your Royal Highness Prince Arthas, I will remember your kindness forever." ”

The elf retreated as he spoke, and Arthas looked at his departing back, slightly uncomfortable in his heart, but he couldn't say anything specific.

"Alsace ......"

Uther's voice drew Arthas's attention, and he looked back to find his mentor looking at him with a pleading expression on his face.

There was no need for any words, and the old knight with gray temples clearly saw the young man's idea of "sacrificing others".

"As my mentor, you really should know me, but am I so easy to see through?"

Arthas suddenly became a little annoyed, but he suppressed his anger and spoke in the heaviest tone, "Is there anything wrong with you? ”

Uther's thousands of words of advice were all held back, he only felt that his students had never been stranger, but whether that was the way he was destined to be a king, Uther didn't understand, so he didn't speak anymore, Uther only hoped that he would not regret his silence at this time in the future.