Two days later, Arthas assembled an elite force, preparing for a surprise attack via teleportation.
Besides Jaina, the team included veteran heroes like Mograine, Uther, and Muradin.
Of the four dragons, only Chromie didn't go. According to her, she was preparing some items to rescue the red dragon queen and also planning to open a tavern in their territory.
Among the lords was Bridget, the future commander of the Scarlet Crusade, who had just awakened.
Her father also died in the Lordaeron campaign, and now that the prince was going to crusade against demons, she had to go and avenge her father.
Just as they were about to depart, Sylvanas came to him to report something.
A troop of night elves riding Hippogryphs had appeared outside the city walls; they were her distant relatives.
high elves were actually a branch of the night elves, only their skin was paler due to their reverence for the arcane.
Later, they went their separate ways, and after the Sunwell, they embraced the light's doctrine, which made them even paler.
Sylvanas, exuding the aura of a newlywed woman, had an added touch of charm and was even more alluring.
The reason the wedding wasn't written was simply because it was censored, not because it couldn't be written; it was purely to prevent everyone from suffering from kidney deficiency.
"Night elves?"
Arthas didn't know the so-called night elves, or rather, he knew of them, but they didn't know him.
As those elves arrived, he recognized her: Wasn't this Maiev, the leader of the Wardens?
Her pointed long ears were covered by armor, specifically designed to protect them.
Her heavy helmet obscured her face, revealing only pale purple lips. Her body was enveloped in a thick cloak, concealing many hidden weapons.
Gauntlets forged from fine steel gripped a circular saw blade, its cold gleam still shimmering in the sunlight, proving its sharpness.
"Welcome, friends from afar. I am Arthas, the human prince of Lordaeron. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Arthas smiled and extended his hand; this was human social etiquette, after all.
After a moment of hesitation, to the surprise of her adjutant,
Maiev switched her weapon to her left hand and actively extended her hand to shake his.
Is this the mistress?
The aloof and proud Wardens never showed a good face to anyone except their own sisters, not even the priestesses of the elune Sisterhood.
How could she actively shake hands with a human?
Over these ten thousand years, there had been men who pursued Maiev, but without exception, they were all rejected.
Those who refused to give up were severely beaten, nearly to death.
Since then, no one dared to provoke Maiev. Everyone knew that this Warden was harsh with males, even somewhat disgusted by them.
Normally, she was either training, pursuing demons, or hunting enemies, a machine devoid of emotion!
Something was wrong, truly wrong. Could she be hallucinating?
"Human prince, I am Maiev, commander of the Wardens of the Kaldorei, responsible for pursuing demons."
"High-ranking demons have appeared here? You are no match for them; leave it to us."
Maiev's voice was as cold as ever. The reason she spoke politely and visited was only because she sensed a familiar feeling.
There was a trace of an old acquaintance's aura here. With the mindset of never letting anything go, she came to investigate and resolve the doubts in her heart.
Pfft!
Sylvanas couldn't help but laugh. She didn't have much affection for these so-called distant relatives.
Their ancestors were driven away by them back then; calling it going their separate ways was just putting a good spin on it.
Seeing them again now, it wasn't hatred, but a good attitude was unlikely.
The other dragons generally had an average relationship with the night elves, with the Green dragonflight being the closest.
But the Wardens were very special; they weren't even particularly close to the Green dragons.
Emeriss hesitated slightly, her half-asleep eyes lifting.
"He slayed Mannoroth!"
My God!
Even the strictly disciplined Warden Sentinels involuntarily gasped. Besides training, they also learned how to deal with demons.
The origin of demons naturally led back to the Burning Legion, so they knew Mannoroth's name.
In the War of the Ancients, this high-ranking demon commander slayed three Wild Gods, a testament to his astonishing power.
In the end, they couldn't even keep him, allowing him to return to the Twisting Nether, which was a regret for the allied forces at the time.
But they never expected that ten thousand years later, on the other side of the continent, a weak race could slay such a powerful demon.
How could this not shock them?
This surprise was no less than seeing a kobold become an engineer and build a flying airship.
By elune, this must be a hallucination!
Upon hearing this, Maiev's brows, hidden beneath her helmet, twitched a few times. Her green eyes stared directly at Arthas, filled with doubt and skepticism.
Even the Green dragon spoke, so it must be true.
"There are still many demons here; we can assist you in hunting them."
"Good, relax a bit. We're about to depart."
Although Arthas didn't know why Maiev appeared, he still agreed; having helpers was a good thing.
So he marked them as allies and began to cast teleportation magic.
Depart?
Just like that?
A pure arcane energy surged, causing even Maiev, who originally disliked arcane, to feel no repulsion, which was very strange.
The next second, they were teleported away.
Lordareon Royal City ruins.
The three dreadlords, Detheroc, Banehollow, and Varimathras, were gathered here. They had been left behind by Archimonde to continue to destabilize the Eastern Kingdoms, preventing any troops from being sent to Kalimdor.
Although they didn't fear these mortal ants, too many ants could still bite painfully, so it was best to avoid them if possible.
"I wonder where Lord Archimonde has arrived?"
Detheroc rumbled. He was the most unique, because generally speaking, the other dreadlords were quite similar, only their faces differed.
He, however, was an overweight Fat Man, yet still a dreadlord. This contrast was not appealing; instead, it made people feel sick to their stomachs.
"That's not what we need to worry about. Let's discuss how to deal with that damned human prince now."
Banehollow still had some lingering fear. He hated Arthas, but his colleague, Tichondrius, hated him even more.
Because a part of his soul had been siphoned, the torn soul was incomplete, causing his strength to decline significantly.
If one were to say who harbored the most hatred for Arthas, it wasn't the deceased Mal'Ganis, but Tichondrius.
Unfortunately, this dreadlord, who hated Arthas the most, followed Archimonde after being resurrected and was not in Lordaeron. Otherwise, he would certainly be happy to cause some trouble for prince Arthas!