When Varian saw Arthas' troops "escorting" several elves back to the camp, the expression on his face was very wonderful.
"Arthas, didn't you say you should treat these night elves kindly?"
Varian looked at those people with bruised noses and swollen faces, and looked at Arthas with a look of fear and anger. Needless to think, they must have suffered a lot at the hands of the prince of Lordaeron.
"I was just defending myself," Alsace took off his cloak and handed it to the guard at the side. "They wanted to intercept my troops on my way back. After I discovered and caught them, they prepared to fight with me. I duel."
"Dueling you...wait? Why do they want to intercept you?" Varian observed the damage marks on the elven armors. It was obviously not the appearance of Alsace's usual war hammer damage, but more like it was damaged by a war hammer. The orc's ax blade struck him.
Arthas was not allowed to explain too much, and Varian himself came up with a very clear logic: these elves saw the process of Arthas helping Grommash escape from the demon blood, and thought that humans and orcs had some intersection, and soon They might be part of a group, so they planned to attack Alsace.
And judging from their injuries and damaged armor, they should be elven troops defeated by the Chaos Orcs led by Grommash.
Thinking of this, Varian covered his face helplessly, "Damn, these elves really know how to find trouble at any time, this time, and last time too..."
The timing of the night elves' appearance is always so subtle, making humans seem like some extremely vicious group of people who have no good impressions of them.
"So, you actually had a fight with them in the end?" Varian asked.
Arthas glanced at the night elves "prisoners of war" who were sent to the prisoner-of-war camp for treatment and rest. He spread his hands and said, "Otherwise, don't look at them like this. If they really rise up to resist, I will still lose several of them." Soldier."
So Alsace agreed to the sentry captain's request. In her opinion, with the skills he had practiced for many years, it was not difficult at all to deal with a young human who looked like a noble boy.
But I have to say that she chose the wrong opponent.
Alsace's apparent strength is that he is one of the strongest people in the Silver Hand, representing the pinnacle of mortals. In fact, as a paladin, he has reservations. After all, his holy light is not useful to ordinary people. In short, it is no safer than evil energy and shadow.
Not to mention that Arthas, as the Lich King, undoubtedly has the ability to be on par with the demigods. Among the people in the Ashenvale forest, the only ones who can defeat Cenarius in a single fight are those who drank the demon blood. Romansh alone.
Moreover, Alsace does not only rely on his superior physique to fight. He can control holy light, death, and various derived energies.
Don't forget, the Lich King's sword is called Frostmourne. In the ice and snow, the Lich King's strength will be even more terrifying.
Without any surprise, those stubborn elves were easily knocked down by Alsace. He didn't even use weapons, because these elves were more or less injured.
After beating them up and letting them settle down, Alsace specially used holy light to treat them, otherwise it would still be a question whether they could stand up and walk.
After chatting with Varian for a while, Arthas came alone to the cell where the elves were guarded - it was said to be a cell, but in fact the environment was similar to the room where ordinary soldiers lived, except that there was an extra solid door.
The elves also reacted, and it seemed that humans had no intention of killing them. Instead, they sent people to deal with their wounds. These actions made the elves feel a little relieved.
"Although I have repeatedly stressed that we have nothing to do with the orcs, we only have deep hatred, why do you still insist on fighting with us?" Arthas opened the door and said in pure ancient Sarasin. Yes, this was the official language of the elves in ancient times.
Although there are certain differences between the current night elf language and the ancient Thalassian language, after all, it is a continuation of the ancient elf empire civilization, and the modern language changes are not significant.
Just like when they first met, the elves understood Arthas' words clearly.
The sentry captain raised his head, stared at Arthas, and replied in the same language, "Do you want me to deny the facts I saw with my own eyes, human being."
"Yes, I did help Grommash, but have you never thought about why the orcs you suppressed suddenly became invincible and easily penetrated your defenses?"
The sentry captain's expression froze, but she still fought back hard, "That's because they sneak attacked our village in a despicable way and attacked the sentry troops from behind!"
However, when she said these words, she felt a little guilty. Although the Warsong orcs rushed out of the mountains and forests like a mystery at the beginning and destroyed several night elf villages, the sentry troops that followed were indeed Was defeated by the orcs on the frontal battlefield.
Even the great forest god, Cenarius, was brutally murdered by an orc, and that orc was Grommash who was rescued by Alsace. This was the main reason why these elves attacked Alsace.
Hatred and anger prevent them from distinguishing the current situation. They just feel that anyone who helps the enemy is an enemy.
Arthas was a little disappointed, with pity and regret in his eyes. Those eyes pierced the night elves' self-esteem, making them feel inexplicably ashamed.
"Is this the best reason you can think of? Hasn't the night elves' more than 10,000 years of history not taught you enough lessons?
You only care about the Warsong clan all day long, surrounding those trees, playing ridiculous hide-and-seek, without even realizing who the real enemy is!
Did the orcs become strong enough to fight against demigods for no reason? You who claim to have a deep connection with the forest, haven't you noticed that after the death of Cenarius, the entire forest fell into even more terrifying darkness and evil? ! "
The sentry captain stretched his neck, his face flushed, "You...you are talking nonsense! Aren't those orcs the devil's lackeys? We are fighting for justice!"
"Justice?" Arthas suddenly laughed when he heard this word. "Your justice is to allow the forest to be corrupted and step into the trap set by the real devil?"
Alsace threw a huge head casually, and the ferocious face was full of disbelief and pain. Several elves present were stunned for a moment, not recognizing who the owner of the head was.
Only the sentry captain suddenly turned pale—she knew what the head was!
