Chapter 395: Feigning Weakness

How did Kael'thas in history become an undeniable loser? From a prince who was loved by all, admired by thousands, to a villainous boss who everyone wanted to beat, even his own kin despised him and wished him dead.

It's a long and complex story.

Of course, many objective factors can be blamed: For instance, when Kael'thas took over the High Elves, Quel'Thalas was destroyed, Silvermoon City was ruined, his father and the entire Silvermoon Council were dead. As the only high-ranking survivor, Kael'thas had to step up and carry the banner.

Circumstances can make a hero, and if Kael'thas truly had an indomitable will, perhaps he could have been a hero. Unfortunately, not every hero is named Lothar, and not every hero has the will, strength, and luck to restore a nation.

Kael'thas couldn't rise again on the righteous path, primarily because of his lack of willpower.

In his early life, he had never experienced any setbacks. He wanted to work hard and face challenges. Regrettably, due to the council's restrictions on royal power, they did everything they could to hinder Kael'thas's growth. Even though Kael'thas had developed powerful magic, deep down, he was still that prince who was like a flower in a greenhouse.

He seemed perfect on the surface, but he was very easy to fool.

This is why in history, he was swayed by a small plot and a little deception from the Naga Queen Vashj, leading his people astray.

Duke guessed right, Kael'thas was under tremendous pressure at this moment.

"Those with the ability must lead their people to fight."

"This is the inescapable responsibility of the Sunstrider royal family."

"You are the only heir to the Sunstriders, and you must bear this responsibility."

Anasterian's usual strict teachings had Kael'thas walking on a tightrope between two cliffs for a long time.

This failure, the death of twenty thousand soldiers, shattered the only remaining tightrope in Kael'thas's heart.

But, just as Kael'thas was about to fall into the abyss of his mind, if someone, intentionally or unintentionally, extended a helping hand, what would be returned is a compromise from within.

In this way, Kael'thas's dominance and influence over the High Elves were unknowingly stolen by Duke.

In essence, Kael'thas had escaped mentally, with a sense of joyful relief. Perhaps he is not aware of it now, but when he encounters a similar predicament in the future, Kael'thas will unconsciously trust Duke and become dependent on him.

The system sprite popped out.

"Host, I have to say, you are really despicable."

"Shut up!"

In history, because a certain Alliance Grand Marshal was a fool, most of the High Elves defected to the Horde, becoming the beauty of the Horde in later generations. Before Duke's transmigration, over 40% of Horde players were Blood Elves derived from High Elves. From this, it can be seen that the Blood Elves were the only scenic line in the Horde, where most races were fierce and affected the city's appearance.

Despite the High Elves' various bad habits and arrogant tendencies, Duke still didn't want to leave the majority of the High Elves to the Horde!

Duke was trying hard to coax Kael'thas, striving to keep the entire High Elves on the right path.

Of course, in the eyes of the Windrunner sisters, Duke was great.

The next day, the Horde's main force indeed retreated

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"Clean your necks and prepare to die, despicable long ears!"

"The Amani tribe will be your gravediggers!"

"Surrender quickly! At least we can give you a swift death."

The trolls continued their artistic slaughter of the elf prisoners while shouting these words.

Looking at the thinning crowd below, still arrogant and constantly shouting, Kael'thas really wanted to shove a Pyroblast into Zul'jin's mouth.

Duke reminded Kael'thas, "Stay calm, Kael. If you lead your army down now, you can kill at most a few thousand trolls. The remaining trolls will either quickly roll back into the arms of the Horde or run around in Eversong Woods, continuing to slaughter your people."

"I... but I..."

"Even if you go down immediately, you still can't save those comrades with axes on their necks. Their deaths are not your responsibility, they are the responsibility of the Silvermoon Council." Duke didn't blink as he shifted Kael'thas's anger.

"Alright, let's follow your advice, Duke. We will feign weakness to the enemy."

Just half an hour ago, Kael'thas, as the commander in charge of the city's defense, personally announced Duke's suggestion - to feign weakness. Before the Orc army of Orgrimmar rolled out of Eversong Woods, they absolutely could not hurt the Troll Legion.

So, the following scene unfolded.

The gates of Silvermoon City opened, and hundreds of Arcane Guardians, each over five meters tall and weighing over five tons, charged out under the control of the mages. Following the Arcane Guardians were Alleria's Ranger squad.

Arcane Guardians, the Trolls were not lacking in experience dealing with these giant magical constructs.

In fact, the Amani Trolls knew the terror of these giant constructs.

But today, something seemed different.

A Mossflayer Troll lifted a huge warhammer and roared, dodging the giant fist of an Arcane Guardian, and struck the Guardian's purple arm joint.

Apart from the core power of the Arcane Guardian being magic-driven, the entire body was made of high-strength metal. It was particularly difficult to destroy with physical attacks. But this time, when the hammer hit its arm, it made a piercing sound of metal collision.

The hammer bounced off, and the giant metal arm made a series of overburdened noises.

While the Troll was dumbfounded, the Guardian's entire arm fell off.

"Haha! The long ears' best arcane toys have been dismantled by the Orcs."

The Gronn controlled by the Orcs indeed dismantled many Arcane Guardians. The Trolls instinctively thought that the High Elves were at their wits' end.

Over there, Zul'jin also personally entered the field, his dual-axe storm attack was so fast, after a series of clanging sounds, seven axes hit the same spot in succession. The last axe finally knocked off the head of a well-conditioned Arcane Guardian, embedding the axe deep into the Guardian's central circuit.

A burst of blue-purple sparks unique to Arcane Constructs splashed out, the Arcane Guardian made an unintelligible mechanical sound, followed by a cracking sound, and the entire Arcane Guardian fell apart.