Deep down, Terenas disliked these pale-skinned, long-eared high elves; he wished more of them would die so he could see if they would still dare to be so arrogant.
Jaina lowered her gaze, looking at her toes. She had no right to speak on such matters and simply listened quietly.
Just as the argument raged, the outer doors were pushed open.
The ranger-general appeared, clad in military attire, looking heroic and formidable. A touch of white had crept into her golden bangs, making her appear even more captivating.
Everyone looked at her in surprise, except for the guards at the door, who seemed conflicted.
Earlier, Sylvanas had reprimanded them in the name of the future crown princess, ordering them to step aside. Hearing that she was the crown prince's woman, the guards dared not obstruct her.
Besides, it was no secret that the crown prince was to marry not only the princess of Kul Tiras but also the ranger-general of Quel'Thalas.
After she woke up, she found herself possessing the power of the dead, which startled her.
Fortunately, Liadrin had examined her and even prayed with the Holy Light, detecting that she was still alive and not undead.
But how could a living person possess the power of the dead?
It was very perplexing!
Since she couldn't figure it out, she stopped thinking about it. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing.
Sylvanas looked at no one else, only at the burly man in the room, her eyes filled with coldness and a hint of pleading that she herself hadn't noticed.
"Arthas, you promised me you would help Quel'Thalas repel the undead. Have you forgotten?"
Is there gossip?
Now, everyone had to prick up their ears and listen to the rumors.
Drek, as the future brother-in-law, also had a strange expression. Why was he like his father, fond of having an elven lover?
He couldn't say much about it. What was wrong with a strong man having multiple wives or women?
Which noble didn't have a host of lovers, only they weren't brought out into the open.
'Main Quest Updated: Elven Sorrow'
'Quest Content: Help the high elves repel The Scourge and ensure the survival of ranger-general Sylvanas and High Priestess Liadrin.'
'Quest Reward: Camp System Upgrade.'
Arthas' eyes lit up. He had been planning to deal with the undead internally first, then assess the situation for support.
Now, the good news was that he wouldn't have to brave the cold winds of Northrend, but the bad news was that he had to go to Quel'Thalas.
That place was not safe, as in addition to a large number of undead, there was also the threat of the forest trolls.
The millennia-long, undying hatred between the forest trolls and the high elves was actually quite simple.
Thousands of years ago, the high elves were exiled by their kin, the night elves. They crossed the sea to the Eastern Kingdoms and established a stronghold.
They immediately set their sights on the ancestral burial grounds of the forest trolls, then occupied the ancestral graves of others to build houses and establish cities.
How could the forest trolls tolerate this? Battle erupted on the spot.
Due to a lack of warrior tanks, the high elves initially suffered repeated defeats. It was only when the human empire extended a helping hand and the two sides formed an alliance that the forest trolls were driven back.
This hatred has been passed down through generations, continuing to this day.
"Of course I will help you. Undead have appeared all over the Alliance, in Stromgarde, Gilneas, and Aerie Peak. They are all Alliance members and cannot be ignored."
Disappointment flickered in Sylvanas' eyes. Is this what humans are like?
Heh heh, as expected, they say one thing and do another, selfish and self-serving!
These words also brought hope to the eyes of Darius and others. Everyone knew that crown prince Arthas was exceptionally strong, and if he were to take the field, it would surely boost morale.
How important is an invincible general at the forefront for morale?
Anyone who has led troops into battle understands!
The next second, Arthas smiled.
"You are my future wife, as important to me as Jaina. I have said I will protect you both. First, I am your husband, and only then am I the crown prince of Lordaeron."
"I cannot abandon my people, nor can I abandon Alliance members."
"Therefore, I will personally lead my guard to support Quel'Thalas. As for the Alliance, my teacher Uther is in charge, and there are other paladins and lords, so they will certainly not stand by and watch members perish."
"Father, please forgive my presumption. I have failed the kingdom and the Alliance."
These words were convincing, not kidnapping others, nor kidnapping Lordaeron.
The Kingdom of Lordaeron could still support Alliance members, and the kingdom's army and food reserves were sufficient to cope with this disaster.
"Haha, well said, Prince Arthas. A man with affection, loyalty, and who cares for his family is a good man."
Muradin was the first to agree. Without a family, there would be no motivation to fight.
As for the prince's personal guard?
At most, a few thousand men. This small force was like a drop in the bucket against hundreds of thousands of undead!
Kael'thas was somewhat displeased. He had hoped for full Alliance rescue, not a prince's guard that barely qualified as a detached force.
What good would such a small number of people do?
They wouldn't even cause a ripple!
Jaina lifted her head, looking at her beloved with tender eyes. Perhaps caring for family was what she truly desired.
The disappointment in Sylvanas' eyes was replaced by joy. She had indeed not misjudged him. This rise and fall, instead, deepened her feelings for Arthas by several folds.
Quel'Thalas faced at least two hundred thousand undead. Going there was a near-certain death, and only she knew how dangerous it was.
Even a crown prince could not mobilize the entire kingdom's army to support allies; what about his own home?
This was already the best outcome. She didn't know what it meant to live and die together, but she knew this was a deep love.
Even a heart of steel softened at this moment. A man who deeply loved her, a man who could shoulder heavy responsibilities and shield her from wind and rain.
What if she married him?
Perhaps in the future, her heart would hold no other man, but she had no regrets.
Terenas was very displeased. Heroic spirit being overshadowed by romantic affection was unacceptable.
But in front of so many Alliance members, he couldn't say much, only offering a final warning.
"Arthas, have you thought this through? The Alliance currently has no spare troops to support you. You will lose support and face a massive number of undead. Are you confident?"
"Yes!"
The prince's unwavering voice came.
A deep sigh.
What more could Terenas say? This was the only heir to the kingdom. Sometimes, experiencing more was not necessarily a bad thing.
"Alright, in that case, go and support Quel'Thalas."
"But you must remember, the people of Lordaeron are waiting for their prince to return in triumph!"
This was a warning not to be impulsive. If he couldn't win, he should run. The heir to the throne could not die in such a place.
"Please rest assured, Father. I am confident and I know what to do."
Arthas had no room to retreat. Until The Burning Legion was completely dealt with, he didn't have a moment to relax.
He didn't want to become the Lich King, nor did he want Sylvanas to become a banshee. He could only give his all.
"Arthas, I will help you. No matter where you are, I will be with you."
Jaina said, mustering her courage, holding her beloved's large hand. She didn't want to be separated from him again.
Sylvanas pondered for a moment, feeling a bit like they were showing off their affection.
She walked over, gritting her teeth, and took Arthas' other hand, avoiding his mischievous smile and turning her head to the side.
"And me!"