At the officer's reminder, Arthas and Jaina also noticed the carriage behind the team. The wheels were covered with mud and vegetation. It looked like it had traveled through the swamp after a quick trip.
Approaching the convoy, Arthas heard vague breathing and moaning. Jaina looked at the sergeant and asked, "Is any of you injured?"
The sergeant shook his head, "Our team is fine...these...are the 'people' our scouts rescued from the Ashen Valley..."
While Jaina was still confused, Arthas guessed something. He opened the door of the carriage and looked inside, and his face suddenly became serious.
The sergeant continued to explain on the side, "We gave them basic treatment in the camp, but there are still some who are seriously injured who have not survived. His Majesty Wrynn asked me to take them back to Theramore. There are better places here. medical environment.”
"Take them to the doctor in the barracks first. I'll be there soon." Alsace nodded and gave the order to the sergeant.
The sergeant saluted Alsace and quickly directed the convoy to the barracks in Theramore, where the best doctors and treatment environment can now be found.
Jaina looked at the convoy going away and asked in a low voice, "Who are the injured in the car..."
"It's elves - they don't all seem to be soldiers, there are quite a few civilians." Alsace looked at the direction the convoy left, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Elves?" Jaina looked quite surprised. "What will attack them? Didn't you say that in the forest, it is basically impossible for anyone to defeat them?"
She had seen the magical images from Varian, and her impression of the night elves with bad attitudes and cold faces was not good, but it was basically similar to Arthas' description.
Without the support of strong strength, Jaina feels that the night elves would not be so arrogant.
"If it were an ordinary army, no one would be the opponent of the night elves, but I'm afraid they are also facing a very difficult problem now."
The surviving night elves in the carriage had obviously experienced a tragic defeat that they had not suffered in thousands of years. Their defense was broken and even their own civilians suffered misfortune.
Arthas had observed the injuries on their bodies. Most of them were very rough lacerations or blunt force injuries. The race that used heavy weapons such as axes and sledgehammers to fight was easily reminiscent of orcs.
Ordinary orcs are no match for elves, let alone conquering an elven town defended by sentry troops...
Sure enough, what Alsace was most worried about happened. I am afraid that during the time he mobilized his troops and prepared supplies, Tichondrius had already achieved results.
But all this is just Arthas's guess. The best way is to ask these elves who attacked them.
Immediately after the guards arrived at the military camp, a strong smell of blood came from the treatment room for the sick and wounded. Even for the so-called "lightly injured" elves, the situation was actually not optimistic, otherwise Varian would not have ordered the soldiers to protect them. Quickly withdraw to Theramore.
After Arthas and Jaina entered the ward, several doctors and priests were busy treating the injuries of the wounded elves, but since they had never treated the elves before, the progress was not very smooth.
"Damn - Lena, we need more bandages and hemostatic cotton here!" A doctor put down the hemostats and surgical scissors in his hands and asked his nurse assistant for help.
"Wait a minute, Doctor Mike, this man has lost too much blood, I am helping him!" Lina's head was covered with sweat. The body structure of elves is different from that of humans, and she seemed a little confused.
Dr. Mike saw that his colleagues could hardly spare their hands and were about to compress blood vessels. When he went to get medical supplies, a box of medical hemostatic cotton and hemostatic bandages were delivered to him.
The doctor was stunned for a moment. He raised his head and was about to say thank you, but found that the person who brought him something was the Prince of Lordaeron. He subconsciously wanted to salute His Highness, but Arthas stopped him.
"No need to be polite," Arthas looked at the pale and comatose elf, condensed a faint holy light in his hand, and slowly poured it into the elf's body.
Since the elf's own blood loss is very serious, the effect of using holy light alone is not good. Forcibly using holy light to renew his life will only overdraw the elf's own vitality.
Even if the elves are much stronger than humans, they cannot withstand this kind of overdraft, so using a small amount of holy light to maintain vital signs and then performing regular treatment is the most ideal solution.
Only on the battlefield would one consider using Holy Light spells to instantly heal injuries, but in the final analysis, it is just an emergency measure. If ordinary soldiers receive too much treatment, there will be more or less sequelae, or even lifelong loss. The ability to fight.
This is also what the priests are doing. They are chanting prayers and guiding the power of the Holy Light to maintain the lives of some of the more seriously injured elves.
Of course, some powerful people and beings whose bodies are different from ordinary people can fight for a long time through treatment or self-healing without any sequelae.
Among the many injured elves, Arthas noticed an elf lying in the corner. Her injuries were not serious, just some minor cuts and scrapes, and were not life-threatening at all.
Arthas found a priest and asked him about the situation, "What's going on with that elf over there?"
"I'm sorry, we don't know either, Your Highness. The doctor has examined her, but there is nothing abnormal. The minor injuries on her body should not lead to coma. We also tried to treat her with holy light, but it had no effect. Very little."
After Arthas heard this, he exchanged glances with Jaina. Jaina walked up to the night elf understandingly, stretched out her hand and placed it on her forehead.
A light blue arcane light lit up from Jaina's palm. After a while, Jaina said to Arthas, "There is no curse or soul damage, but..."
"But what?"
"All her physical signs, including the feedback on her soul state, show that there is nothing wrong with this elf. I don't feel like she is in a coma, but rather - in a deep sleep?" Jaina considered the words and asked uncertainly said.
Asleep?
Arthas had some kind of guess, but he wasn't sure yet. He walked up to the night elf and tapped the elf's forehead gently.
As if being stimulated, the sleeping elf suddenly sat up from the hospital bed with tense muscles. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and even the bandages wrapped around his body were partially soaked.
The awakened elf stared at Arthas with hostility in her eyes. She opened her mouth and spoke a language that Jaina had never heard before, leaving the archmage confused.
"Alsace, do you want me to use arcane magic to contact her soul to communicate?"
Unexpectedly, Alsace waved his hand to say no, and actually said a pronunciation similar to that of the elves. After hearing Alsace's words, the night elves' faces were filled with doubts and uncertainty.
Jaina's red lips opened slightly, and she looked at her boyfriend in surprise. The elf clearly understood what Arthas said, "You also know the language of the night elves?! Who taught you that?"
"It's just a coincidence," Alsace explained casually, "You can use magic to connect with me, and you should be able to understand what this druid said."
