This is a very normal request. Relying on his army to directly confront over 200,000 undead and an unknown number of demons is simply impossible.
The Lordaeron army also had no need to fight to the death here. The kingdom still had a pile of matters to deal with, so why would they have the leisure to help these arrogant, pale-skinned long-ears?
It's no wonder that Kael'thas was later discriminated against when he joined the Alliance; he truly brought it upon himself. The arrogance of his people ultimately made the entire race pay the price.
Solarian couldn't be sure. After a brief thought, she looked up and said,
"We will establish a stronghold here. Behind us, prince Kael'thas is leading the mage corps to cover the evacuation of civilians. Please send troops to support us, just to cover our retreat."
A direct confrontation was unrealistic. Even if all the remaining high elf forces were wiped out, they would still be unable to withstand the tide of regenerating undead.
Moreover, morale was low. Many warriors were dispirited because their families had been massacred. In this state, attempting a counterattack was a pipe dream.
And faintly, Solarian also had a bad premonition. After the Sunwell was depleted, she experienced a period of unease and felt that casting spells was more strenuous than before.
This was likely a symptom of losing the Sunwell's protection, an intractable symptom!
In contrast, the ranger units who followed Sylvanas and pledged allegiance to Lordaeron did not show many symptoms of magic addiction.
On one hand, rangers have little need for magic, so they were less affected by the Sunwell's backlash.
On the other hand, they were blessed by Arthas' glorious aura. The max-level aura provided a continuous supply of magic regeneration, equivalent to a small Sunwell.
With this give and take, naturally, there wouldn't be too much magic addiction backlash, and they could still maintain their best combat state.
Arthas did not bestow his aura upon these high elves, simply wanting to see if there was any difference between them and the high elves who pledged allegiance to him.
Using magic addiction to control the high elves was not a glorious method, but it wasn't a cause and effect he had sown. It was the bitter fruit these elves had cultivated themselves over thousands of years by relying on the Sunwell; he was merely reaping the benefits.
"Where are Kael'thas and his people?"
"Just near the northern outpost outside Silvermoon City!"
Arthas estimated the distance and time, as well as the wandering undead army. This would require passing through the undead's marching route.
"Alright, you all rest here. I will lead the army to provide support."
"If this place cannot be held, you can go to the Windrunner Harbor to the west. There are ships there that can escort you away."
"Falric, count the soldiers, prepare to sortie!"
Before long, Sylvanas and her sister also returned, bringing not-so-good news.
They had seen many fallen elf compatriots, who had been resurrected as undead by Necromancers.
Along the marching route, many more demons appeared. Their destination was unknown, but they were advancing south.
Undoubtedly, they were heading to Dalaran!
Without summoning Archimonde, The Legion's second-in-command, these undead demons, even if they could cross to Kalimdor, would not be able to break through the night elf defenses.
"Don't overthink it. I said I would help you, and I will definitely help you."
"You and Jaina are the most important women in my life. I will not abandon you for any reason. To harm you, one must step over my corpse!"
Arthas' heroic words deeply moved the two women, and their eyes welled up with emotion and adoration.
Jaina had long since given her heart to him. She did not leave alone during the Stratholme campaign, and from that moment, her destiny took a turn.
Sylvanas was a latecomer, her feelings mixed with hatred and disgust, but at this moment, she too had a resolve to live and die together.
What if humans have short lifespans?
She no longer cared! With a man who would potentially sacrifice for her, she couldn't just take and enjoy without actively giving. What would be the difference between her and the trash who demands three beds and 880,000 yuan in bride price?
Even the disgust from being forced to drink milk last night vanished. It seemed drinking milk wasn't such an unacceptable thing after all.
This display of heroism also silenced the high elves who had been murmuring. They could mock, ridicule, and look down on humans, but they still held respect for true heroes.
As long as one possesses great strength, great scholars will naturally debate on one's behalf!
"Good luck, Prince Arthas."
Solarian opened her mouth, but in the end, she placed her hand on her chest, bowed, and saluted.
To charge against the undead with just a few hundred people for the sake of love, for the Sin'dorei, who are accustomed to romanticism, it was the most irresistible poison!
Vereesa's eyes also showed a hint of envy, but her heart was already taken.
Not by that human mage, Rhonin, but by a mysterious human man, though she didn't know who he was.
But such a powerful man, one day, she would find him, thank him for saving her life in Grim Batol, and express her admiration.
The Windrunner sisters are bold in love and hate. As long as their hearts are stirred, whether it's a human or a tauren, they don't care.
What? You said trolls!
Then it's better to restart with a new character.
Only Medivh, who had just finished teaching teleportation magic and was drinking water to quench his thirst, almost choked to death when he heard this news!
He had painstakingly, with much effort, tried to persuade this short-sighted but battle-changing prince to go to Kalimdor.
Now, just as things were starting to look promising, the other party was leading a few hundred people to charge against hundreds of thousands of undead!
Was he crazy? Or was the prince crazy?
How could he not understand?
Wasn't that no different from death?
But looking at the fanaticism of the private guard below, Medivh fell into deep self-doubt. Had he, after being killed and his soul wandering the astral plane for over a decade, fallen out of touch with the times?
A few hundred people felt like they could conquer the world. Give him tens of thousands, and would he even take down Argus?
There was no blind march, but rather a more stable route was planned based on reconnaissance by Eagle Eye.
To prevent mission failure, he also left Grom's adjutant behind and gave him a top-secret mission.
If the Windrunner stronghold fell, or if Liadrin became suicidal, he was to immediately knock her out and activate the left-behind Staff of Sanctuary to return to the harbor.
The Staff of Sanctuary was an item from the human shop, allowing a unit to teleport back to an anchored camp and apply a slow health regeneration status.
Solarian stood on a high vantage point, gazing at the departing Alliance army. With just one look, she was deeply shaken. It turned out that the prince was not a fool blinded by love, but truly possessed power!
With Arthas leading the charge, the soldiers behind him were like they had been injected with adrenaline. Although they were infantry, their advance speed was no less than that of the cavalry!
This unit was small in number, but its combat power was truly terrifying!
Even if she was unwilling to admit it, she knew very well that compared to them, even Silvermoon City's most elite troops seemed slightly inferior!
"By the Sun, the Sin'dorei are saved!"
"May you return safely, human prince."