"I'm sorry, my child. This is the strongest force I can muster for you."
Helplessness flashed across Kael'thas's face: "For the sake of the Sunwell... Didn't I keep sending letters to the king a year ago warning him about the threat of the Horde?"
"All motions to prepare for war were vetoed by the council, arguing that Quel'Thalas was not at risk of war, and there was no reason to increase the defense budget. In fact, until three days ago, the councilors still believed that the Rune Stone Array was invincible. Now all of Quel'Thalas is in chaos, the nation severely lacks pre-war mobilization... we are very passive." The Sun King sighed deeply, his face filled with unresolvable worry and anger.
The council! The council! It's always the Silvermoon Council!
Those who have shackled the entire high elf race, refusing all progress and change, are a cancer!
The indignation in his heart almost burst Kael'thas's chest.
Even with the best upbringing, he felt an urge to scream and vent. Why should he, a prince, have to study abroad in Dalaran for a long time? It sounds nice to let the prince go out and absorb new knowledge. In plain terms, it's the Silvermoon Council, whose power is above the king's, exiling him to limit the king's power.
Who knows the frustration of not being able to return home?
Excellent upbringing still allowed Kael'thas to suppress his anger.
Of course, over the years in Dalaran, Kael'thas has also gained a lot of insights. Perhaps the high elves have an unparalleled talent in using magic, but the development of magic is no longer the unchanging magic world in the minds of elves for thousands of years.
The elf upper class refuses to accept new things, and they are so arrogant and stupid that they ignore the enemy who has killed them. Do they want the enemy to put the knife on their neck before exclaiming "Ah! There really is an enemy?"
Angry as he was, Kael'thas was very clear-headed. Having deeply experienced the ferocity of the Horde, he knew very well that this corrupted-to-the-core force could not defeat the Horde.
But for his people, Kael'thas resolutely accepted this appointment.
Not for anything else, just because his surname is Sunstrider! He is the only heir to the royal family of Quel'Thalas.
The perfectionist training from birth to now has branded honor and responsibility into the deepest part of his noble soul.
To save his homeland, he has an inescapable responsibility.
Facing his father, Kael'thas bowed deeply: "Father, for the Sunwell, for the continuation of the high elves, your son is willing to give his life for Quel'Thalas."
Give his life?!
These words were very heavy, so heavy that even the Sun King was taken aback, feeling something was wrong at first hearing.
He knew very well that his son, without any special reason, would not say such heavy words.
The Sun King wants his only heir to die on the battlefield? Don't joke, it was hard to find an opportunity to challenge the council, Anasterian called Kael'thas back, just to let Kael'thas have a king's return-like great achievement. So that Kael'thas can better inherit his throne in the future, and one day limit the overgrown power of the Silvermoon Council.
"Child, is... is the Horde really that strong?" Anasterian's energy is not as it used to be, too much energy was consumed by internal strife, turning the Sun King who ended the Troll War into a 'dull monarch' who is good at internal strife but poor at external warfare.
The high-level elves of Quel'Thalas would not take ordinary soldiers into account. Even if there were many orc warriors, they would only regard them as ants.
After deliberating for a while, Kael'thas finally spoke: "Let's not talk about anything else, there is a warlock named Gul'dan among the orcs of the Horde, who fought to a draw with Antonidas of Dalaran in a head-on confrontation."
"Hiss" The Sun King finally showed concern.
Whether it's him or the Silvermoon Council, most of them look down on human mages. But there is one exception, Antonidas, the strongest super genius mage in Dalaran in nearly a hundred years.
Once, thirty years ago, in a semi-public competition, Anasterian fought Antonidas to a draw. This battle also established Antonidas's superior position in Dalaran.
The Sun King can look down on any caster, but he can't look down on Antonidas.
Strong ones, regardless of race, regardless of borders.
An orc strong enough to be on par with Antonidas, no matter how much attention is paid, it is not too much.
The Sun King stroked his chin: "Child, let's do this, I will draw an Arcane Golem squad from the Silvermoon City defense for you, plus ten Mountain Giants and two Spell Breaker squads. Go and win a beautiful victory."
A look of joy finally appeared on Kael'thas's face.
At this moment, neither father nor son realized that they had been trapped.
First of all, Gul'dan, in the entire Alliance and even the entire Azeroth world, except for Duke, no one knows where Gul'dan's real strength lies. In terms of high-end military power, the elves made the first misjudgment.
Secondly, it is the understanding of the strength of orc warriors.
Apart from the Windrunner sisters, no high-level elf has been to the battlefield in person, and their understanding of orcs is only on paper. They only saw the exchange ratio after humans started fighting with orcs, and felt that the casualties of humans and orcs were about the same, so they equated the combat power of orc warriors with human warriors. No one noticed that this was the exchange ratio that Duke leveraged to the limit with his strategy.
The last is the change brought about by the Rune Stone.
In the impression of the elves, the Rune Stone defense circle is broken when it is broken. No one can understand how much the Storm Altar built with Rune Stones has improved the Horde.
Now all the ogres in the Horde have become two-headed, and the physical fitness of ogres on this planet is at least high-level. After the biggest problem of stupidity was eliminated, the combat power increased by at least more than double. Not to mention that a large number of ogre mages have emerged from thousands of ogres.
Can a single-core CPU compare with a dual-core?
In this way, the great Prince Kael'thas, with a heroic posture, led the army to resist the invaders on his first journey in life.
The army of 27,000 people stretched from the royal city of Silvermoon City to the city gate. In the mighty team, each soldier's armor is decorated with exquisite carvings and patterns. Bright red background, gorgeous gold edging, winged headbands with only weak protective ability besides decoration...
Because it was a home battle, the Strider birds pulling the carts didn't carry too much baggage, but instead carried a large number of magic stones and various instruments to boost morale.
From a magical mirror image sent by a mage close to the Windrunner family, Duke and others far outside the border line were completely dumbfounded when they saw this scene.
Even Reginald Windsor, such an upright young man, couldn't help but comment: "Damn, are they going to war or on an armed parade?"