After all, the estrangement between races is not so easy to erase, and Kael'thas quickly understands this.

When he set out on the Twilight Heights, he was only a nominal 'commander'.

He may have built up enough medals at a young age to win all the battles, but that wasn't what made Lothar feel comfortable giving him command.

A young elf may be smart enough, but has never commanded a massive war, and what human can rest assured?

This position of 'commander-in-chief' is just a simple honor.

Yes, it was a surprise honor.

The battle in Twilight Heights requires little special command, with a powerful human army coupled with two of the most powerful humans. And the addition of the Red Dragon, this war was one-sided from the beginning, without the pressure of technical surnames.

As long as you are not stupid, you can win.

Lothar gave Kael'thas this position, perhaps as they explained, with a red dragon relationship. But more often than not, he deliberately dedicated this huge credit to Kael'thas as a personal reward and a show of goodwill to the entire kingdom of Quel'Thalas.

A politically charged action -- after understanding this, Kael'thas felt a little sad.

Is it really worth celebrating to exchange the death of Mephites for this result?

He didn't know, but he didn't have a choice at the time

When the Alliance was in chaos in the wetlands, even though Onexia had already sensed the existence of the Dragon's Soul, he wanted to at that time, but he still couldn't make a claim to the Alliance, because there was not enough evidence.

Lothar may have been willing to help on the surface, but Kael'thas knew full well that if he did, Lothar would only excuse himself - he would not provide a real army for something he was not sure about.

As a result, Kael'thas can only take a few legendary elves to the Twilight Highlands - only then will the ranged elven troops who help in the alliance not be reduced.

This action was easily agreed upon by Lothar.

No one knows the threat of Dragon's Soul better than Kael'thas at the time, the tide of war in this world is far more terrifying and deep than history, and if the orcs take control of the Red Dragon Queen, how can the alliance turn the tide?

Defected by the illusory Gul'dan?

No one is sure of his time and whether it will actually happen

Perhaps Kael'thas was too arbitrary after all, and he led the elves directly into Grimbaatar, resulting in Mephites' death.

But what can he do?

Was there anyone else who could have come quickly? To be honest, even if it is an alliance, it is almost impossible to attack Grimbaatar from the front without the help of others.

Kael'thas had thought carefully about all aspects and decided that he could do the task, and he made his choice.

Yes, there was nothing wrong with his choice, if it weren't for Deathwing

No one had foreseen the appearance of Deathwing, and without Deathwing, the elves would have retreated unharmed.

And with Deathwing

No amount of people can change this outcome.

"This is the difference between mortals and demigods"

Kael'thas rode his white chocobo, looked at the battlefield shrouded in flames in the distance, and said softly.

All the Alliance soldiers stayed in the back and prepared for their strength, and the Red Dragon Queen flew in front, her huge body blocking out the sun.

She spat out her mouth and burned the earth, and in a moment the city was in ruins, and the orcs all over the mountains struggled on the black earth

The Red Dragons, on the other hand, follow their queen, constantly checking for holes and filling them with flames.

The role of the alliance is only to purge the battlefield after these red dragons are gone.

The human soldiers, armed with their weapons, walked up to the struggling orcs, and several of them surrounded one person and stabbed their swords into it.

This is not war, this is slaughter.

The wrath of a demigod that no race can resist.

"Little one, just like you think, you still don't see the commanders."

The Black Dragon Princess, Onexia, walked back from the ruined ruins ahead of her and saluted Kael'thas - there were humans, and she hadn't turned back into a black dragon.

"yes, I see."

Kael'thas nodded at her, then dispersed her away.

"Your Highness Kael'thas, did the elite orcs of the Dragonthroat Clan really escape?"

Antonidas came up to Kael'thas and asked, his eyes looking thoughtfully at the back of the distant black dragon princess as if he sensed something, but the old mage didn't say anything.

"I think that's right."

Kael'thas nodded:

"Along the way, we didn't seem to meet any strong professionals, and there was hardly any resistance."

Since the beginning of the battle, the orcs have been easily broken through and destroyed as if they had lost their hearts.

For such a situation, Uther, as a human paladin, was a little unbearable.

"No resistance is a good thing, but"

The paladin frowned and looked at the soldiers of the alliance who had gathered around to kill the orcs, and said:

"Isn't that too cruel?"

It's a very normal thing to kill enemies on the battlefield, but the scene at this moment is a bit unlike the battlefield.

If those orcs were to be described in words, perhaps it would not be an exaggeration to say 'refugees'.

Wielding a weapon at such an orc who has lost his fighting ability and spirit violates the Paladin's impartial principles.

"So, Lord Uther, what do you want to do?"

Kael'thas had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, so he asked.

He didn't care about the survival of these orcs himself, and if he was essentially a more racialized person.

But what he saw before him was a scene akin to a massacre, which Kael'thas did not want to see.

He didn't have such a cold heart, and at the same time he was thinking about a way out.

What Kael'thas has done so far has left a glimmer of life, befriending the humans, but at the same time befriending Thrall, the future leader of the orcs.

Now the war between the elves and the orcs is due to the invasion of the orcs, and in the end, Kael'thas's fighting behavior will not be directly sent into the cold palace by the orcs who will wash away the curse in their blood in the future.

After all, the High Elves have fought orcs throughout history, but in the end they were still allowed to join the tribe by the new orcs.

But fighting is fighting, and slaughter is another matter.

Kael'thas is now the commander of the Twilight Heights, and if he continues to slaughter the orcs who have no power to resist, he will continue to slaughter them until the end. In any case, by the time the new tribe is formed, these things will also become a thorn in the hearts of the orcs.

So, Kael'thas intended to put an end to this action in the first place.

But the one who speaks better is not him - but a human being.

"Let's take these orcs prisoners!"

Uther then offered Kael'thas a near-perfect solution.

"Okay."

Kael'thas hid his inner smile and nodded.

"Someone."

He ordered the human soldiers to stop doing this.

Many of the human soldiers seemed surprised and angry, but they soon learned that this was the advice of the respected leader of the Silver Hand, and they had no choice but to compromise.

Not only that, but at the subsequent alliance meeting, the heads of the human race could not use this reason to express any dissatisfaction with the elves.

Kael'thas calmed down and continued to fight with his team.

They didn't stop until nightfall, and since the morning, half of the Twilight Highlands had fallen into the hands of the Alliance.

The humans set up camp and held a feast merrily.

All the soldiers were cheering, singing, and shouting with joy for the credit that was coming soon.

In the lives of these warriors, perhaps there could not be more than this easier credit.

Even in their old age, they boasted to their children and grandchildren about a miraculous battle: a glorious war that gathered under the banner of the elven prince and fought side by side with the red dragons to change the tide of the world's war.

In the hands of later historians of mankind, the war was portrayed as glorious and magnificent, and had a nice name: "The Battle of the Dawn"

Only the most studied anthropologists, as well as the red dragons, would scoff at this title.

What is the "Battle of the Dawn", it is obviously the "Battle of Soy Sauce".

Kael'thas didn't participate in the human soldiers' celebrations, he walked to a dark grassy slope of the camp and quietly looked at the scenery on the other side.

Sad-looking, tattered-cled, tightly huddled orcs in a place where there was no food or blankets.

They don't even have lights

Why do you say "even" - that's because the lights are only around them, used to monitor them.

"Solan Liane, even in this darkness, I can still see these orcs."

"In their eyes, there must be no future"

Kael'thas looked at these orcs and said with a seemingly unfazed expression.

In this singing camp, no matter how brilliant the surroundings are, they don't belong to these orcs.

These orcs may usher in a long and dark day.

"Your Highness, you say"

"If everything that happens in this world is written under a pair of hands, what will happen to us by the master who holds these hands?"

Solanlian stood beside her with a slender staff in her eyes.

Did these orcs make her think of something?

"If there really is such a person."

"I think he must be playing a prank, just trying to tell us that we have to give something to get something"

Kael'thas turned his head, staring at Solan Lian with the color of the stars in his eyes, and smiled little by little:

"But"

"He must like such a beautiful world."

So, after all, the estrangement between his races was not so easily erased, and Kael'thas quickly understood this.

When he set out on the Twilight Heights, he was only a nominal 'commander'.

He may have built up enough medals at a young age to win all the battles, but that wasn't what made Lothar feel comfortable giving him command.

A young elf may be smart enough, but has never commanded a massive war, and what human can rest assured?

This position of 'commander-in-chief' is just a simple honor.

Yes, it was a surprise honor.

The battle in Twilight Heights requires little special command, with a powerful human army coupled with two of the most powerful humans. And the addition of the Red Dragon, this war was one-sided from the beginning, without the pressure of technical surnames.

As long as you are not stupid, you can win.

Lothar gave Kael'thas this position, perhaps as they explained, with a red dragon relationship. But more often than not, he deliberately dedicated this huge credit to Kael'thas as a personal reward and a show of goodwill to the entire kingdom of Quel'Thalas.

A politically charged action -- after understanding this, Kael'thas felt a little sad.

Is it really worth celebrating to exchange the death of Mephites for this result?

He didn't know, but he didn't have a choice at the time

When the Alliance was in chaos in the wetlands, even though Onexia had already sensed the existence of the Dragon's Soul, he wanted to at that time, but he still couldn't make a claim to the Alliance, because there was not enough evidence.

Lothar may have been willing to help on the surface, but Kael'thas knew full well that if he did, Lothar would only excuse himself - he would not provide a real army for something he was not sure about.

As a result, Kael'thas can only take a few legendary elves to the Twilight Highlands - only then will the ranged elven troops who help in the alliance not be reduced.

This action was easily agreed upon by Lothar.

No one knows the threat of Dragon's Soul better than Kael'thas at the time, the tide of war in this world is far more terrifying and deep than history, and if the orcs take control of the Red Dragon Queen, how can the alliance turn the tide?

Defected by the illusory Gul'dan?

No one is sure of his time and whether it will actually happen

Perhaps Kael'thas was too arbitrary after all, and he led the elves directly into Grimbaatar, resulting in Mephites' death.

But what can he do?

Was there anyone else who could have come quickly? To be honest, even if it is an alliance, it is almost impossible to attack Grimbaatar from the front without the help of others.

Kael'thas had thought carefully about all aspects and decided that he could do the task, and he made his choice.

Yes, there was nothing wrong with his choice, if it weren't for Deathwing

No one had foreseen the appearance of Deathwing, and without Deathwing, the elves would have retreated unharmed.

And with Deathwing

No amount of people can change this outcome.

"This is the difference between mortals and demigods"

Kael'thas rode his white chocobo, looked at the battlefield shrouded in flames in the distance, and said softly.

All the Alliance soldiers stayed in the back and prepared for their strength, and the Red Dragon Queen flew in front, her huge body blocking out the sun.

She spat out her mouth and burned the earth, and in a moment the city was in ruins, and the orcs all over the mountains struggled on the black earth

The Red Dragons, on the other hand, follow their queen, constantly checking for holes and filling them with flames.

The role of the alliance is only to purge the battlefield after these red dragons are gone.

The human soldiers, armed with their weapons, walked up to the struggling orcs, and several of them surrounded one person and stabbed their swords into it.

This is not war, this is slaughter.

The wrath of a demigod that no race can resist.

"Little one, just like you think, you still don't see the commanders."

The Black Dragon Princess, Onexia, walked back from the ruined ruins ahead of her and saluted Kael'thas - there were humans, and she hadn't turned back into a black dragon.

"yes, I see."

Kael'thas nodded at her, then dispersed her away.

"Your Highness Kael'thas, did the elite orcs of the Dragonthroat Clan really escape?"

Antonidas came up to Kael'thas and asked, his eyes looking thoughtfully at the back of the distant black dragon princess as if he sensed something, but the old mage didn't say anything.

"I think that's right."

Kael'thas nodded:

"Along the way, we didn't seem to meet any strong professionals, and there was hardly any resistance."

Since the beginning of the battle, the orcs have been easily broken through and destroyed as if they had lost their hearts.

For such a situation, Uther, as a human paladin, was a little unbearable.

"No resistance is a good thing, but"

The paladin frowned and looked at the soldiers of the alliance who had gathered around to kill the orcs, and said:

"Isn't that too cruel?"

It's a very normal thing to kill enemies on the battlefield, but the scene at this moment is a bit unlike the battlefield.

If those orcs were to be described in words, perhaps it would not be an exaggeration to say 'refugees'.

Wielding a weapon at such an orc who has lost his fighting ability and spirit violates the Paladin's impartial principles.

"So, Lord Uther, what do you want to do?"

Kael'thas had been waiting for this sentence for a long time, so he asked.

He didn't care about the survival of these orcs himself, and if he was essentially a more racialized person.

But what he saw before him was a scene akin to a massacre, which Kael'thas did not want to see.

He didn't have such a cold heart, and at the same time he was thinking about a way out.

What Kael'thas has done so far has left a glimmer of life, befriending the humans, but at the same time befriending Thrall, the future leader of the orcs.

Now the war between the elves and the orcs is due to the invasion of the orcs, and in the end, Kael'thas's fighting behavior will not be directly sent into the cold palace by the orcs who will wash away the curse in their blood in the future.

After all, the High Elves have fought orcs throughout history, but in the end they were still allowed to join the tribe by the new orcs.

But fighting is fighting, and slaughter is another matter.

Kael'thas is now the commander of the Twilight Heights, and if he continues to slaughter the orcs who have no power to resist, he will continue to slaughter them until the end. In any case, by the time the new tribe is formed, these things will also become a thorn in the hearts of the orcs.

So, Kael'thas intended to put an end to this action in the first place.

But the one who speaks better is not him - but a human being.

"Let's take these orcs prisoners!"

Uther then offered Kael'thas a near-perfect solution.

"Okay."

Kael'thas hid his inner smile and nodded.

"Someone."

He ordered the human soldiers to stop doing this.

Many of the human soldiers seemed surprised and angry, but they soon learned that this was the advice of the respected leader of the Silver Hand, and they had no choice but to compromise.

Not only that, but at the subsequent alliance meeting, the heads of the human race could not use this reason to express any dissatisfaction with the elves.

Kael'thas calmed down and continued to fight with his team.

They didn't stop until nightfall, and since the morning, half of the Twilight Highlands had fallen into the hands of the Alliance.

The humans set up camp and held a feast merrily.

All the soldiers were cheering, singing, and shouting with joy for the credit that was coming soon.

In the lives of these warriors, perhaps there could not be more than this easier credit.

Even in their old age, they boasted to their children and grandchildren about a miraculous battle: a glorious war that gathered under the banner of the elven prince and fought side by side with the red dragons to change the tide of the world's war.

In the hands of later historians of mankind, the war was portrayed as glorious and magnificent, and had a nice name: "The Battle of the Dawn"

Only the most studied anthropologists, as well as the red dragons, would scoff at this title.

What is the "Battle of the Dawn", it is obviously the "Battle of Soy Sauce".

Kael'thas didn't participate in the human soldiers' celebrations, he walked to a dark grassy slope of the camp and quietly looked at the scenery on the other side.

Sad-looking, tattered-cled, tightly huddled orcs in a place where there was no food or blankets.

They don't even have lights

Why do you say "even" - that's because the lights are only around them, used to monitor them.

"Solan Liane, even in this darkness, I can still see these orcs."

"In their eyes, there must be no future"

Kael'thas looked at these orcs and said with a seemingly unfazed expression.

In this singing camp, no matter how brilliant the surroundings are, they don't belong to these orcs.

These orcs may usher in a long and dark day.

"Your Highness, you say"

"If everything that happens in this world is written under a pair of hands, what will happen to us by the master who holds these hands?"

Solanlian stood beside her with a slender staff in her eyes.

Did these orcs make her think of something?

"If there really is such a person."

"I think he must be playing a prank, just trying to tell us that we have to give something to get something"

Kael'thas turned his head, staring at Solan Lian with the color of the stars in his eyes, and smiled little by little:

"But"

"He must like such a beautiful world."

"Therefore, he will not treat people who like this world badly, and will give us the best result."

"An outcome where everyone can be happy."

(To be continued)