"I can try, but I can't guarantee it will work, and aren't you willing to call me 'my love'?"
Arthas shrugged, taking the opportunity to tease her.
This made Vereesa open her red lips in even greater surprise. Could it be that after her eldest sister, her second sister was also going to marry a human?
"My love, could you please help?"
The previously somber atmosphere was somewhat lightened by the teasing. Sylvanas was a little exasperated. Why did he sometimes seem like an overgrown child?
She wondered if marrying such a man was a good thing or a bad thing?
Would she have to be a wife and also a mother to take care of him?
Raising Frostmourne high, Arthas cast Resurrection. This time there was no whisper from the World Soul, just a pure resurrection.
Last time in Stratholme, the soldiers who died were fighting the undead Scourge, the vanguard pawns of the Burning Legion, which was why they received the World Soul's attention.
Ordinary deceased civilians should be grateful if they could even be resurrected. As for getting any additional enhancements from it, forget about it, don't dream, beggars can't be chosers.
As the Holy Light descended, the private guard soldiers were resurrected first, followed by the high elves.
There were also restrictions on the Resurrection spell: the creature must have died no more than twenty-four hours ago. undead could not be resurrected, nor could those contaminated by Fel or similar afflictions.
If they were torn to pieces, they also could not be resurrected. Resurrection was merely awakening, not piecing together.
Most of the elves killed by the undead did not have complete bodies, so not many could be resurrected.
The resurrected elven soldiers were still a bit disoriented, especially when they saw the orcs, which caused some an initial shock.
"Stop! This is prince Arthas of Lordaeron, and my husband. He is leading an army to aid us. Those orcs are reinforcements, not enemies."
Sylvanas stopped the soldiers who were about to attack the orcs, abandoning her so-called dignity and revealing her identity.
The marriage contract could not be dissolved and had been announced at the Alliance Council. There was no need to hide it anymore.
"What? How can general marry a human!"
"Exactly! We are the noble Sin'dorei. Humans are too short-lived."
"General, he is not worthy of you!"
These high elf soldiers spoke one after another, completely disregarding Arthas.
What prince of Lordaeron?
The entire kingdom's history combined wasn't as long as their lifespan!
She had heard that elves were difficult to deal with, and now she had witnessed it. They truly were a bunch of brain-damaged idiots!
Was this how they treated their saviors? Were they arrogant, or just simple-minded?
"Silence!"
Before her second sister could erupt, Vereesa spoke first, rebuking them.
She stepped forward and slapped the most vocal soldier.
Smack!
It was crisp and loud, even making him stagger.
"Prince Arthas the prince saved your lives with the Holy Light. Even if you aren't grateful, you still mock and ridicule him."
"Is this the quality of the Sin'dorei? Don't make a spectacle of yourselves. Get out of here immediately and search for our kin nearby, bring them back."
"What are you still looking at? Get out, before I lay my hands on you!"
Vereesa said, kicking these rangers out. She was only kicking them now; if she hadn't, someone might have actually died.
Sylvanas also breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't have imagined such a situation. Why were her people so stubborn? So arrogant?
At this moment, a female elf approached and bowed slightly to Arthas.
"Thank you for your assistance, prince Arthas. I wonder if your territory would allow us to reside there?"
"I am Velandra, the tavern mistress. Now that the undead are rampant in Silvermoon Woods, and the nobles of Silvermoon City have abandoned us."
"We are at our wit's end. Please allow us to pledge allegiance to you. My brewing skills are among the best in Silvermoon City. Please take us in."
From this angle, that glimpse of white was truly dazzling.
Not all elves were arrogant and rude, claiming superiority and looking down on other races.
There were also some very pragmatic ones, mostly commoners, who had few skills and were the most peaceful.
The current tavern mistress was one of them, well-traveled and broad-minded, not set in her ways, and very clear about who was in charge.
'Side Quest Updated: Multi-Racial (1)'
'Quest Content: Accept over a thousand high elf refugees to settle in a private territory.'
"Quest Reward: High Elf Base Technology Tree."
Arthas helped the tavern owner up, a smile on his face.
"Of course. Lordaeron welcomes intelligent races to settle here. As long as they are my subjects, they will all be treated equally."
"I have a private fief in Tirisfal Glades. You can settle there and receive protection."
"Your sincerity pleases me greatly. I shall bestow upon you the duty of elf District Sheriff. You will report directly to me."
"You may now gather your kin who are willing to follow you to Lordaeron. We have ships and an army to escort you."
Having people come to pledge allegiance was, of course, a good thing.
The future Alliance would undoubtedly be a powerful entity bringing together many races. Relying solely on the strength of humans, many things would be impossible.
Only by combining the advantages of various races could the most astonishing results be achieved in the shortest amount of time.
Sylvanas did not stop her people from leaving. She asked with some uncertainty,
"Silvermoon City won't let you in?"
Speaking of this topic, Velandra disregarded elven grace and cursed with a ferocious expression.
"Not only did they not let us in, but they also made us flee for our lives, deliberately attracting the undead's attention to reduce Silvermoon City's burden!"
"I saw it with my own eyes; they used flares to target our hiding places, guiding the undead."
"Those undead chased us from Silvermoon City, and those trolls were also hunting us. So many, many elves died along the way, sob sob."
Perhaps it struck a chord, as another high elf cried out,
"The Silvermoon City Council of Mages has not been discriminating against us for the first day! Any commoners under the protection of the Windrunner family are objects of their discrimination and bullying!"
"Isn't that right? We have to study magic with them, become their servants, and work for them for a thousand years before we are qualified to learn."
"Pah, what noble council? They're just a bunch of vampires! Without us fighting the trolls, how could they live in drunken luxury in Silvermoon City!"
The opposing emotions were ignited, and for a moment, the crowd was agitated.
Arthas put his arm around Sylvanas' shoulder and whispered,
"Is the rift between the rangers and the council that deep?"
Although she didn't want to admit it, as it was a very shameful thing, facts spoke louder than words.
Sylvanas nodded, feeling a bit mentally exhausted. At this moment, she too was lost.