Malfurion quickly examined his brother's body, and after making sure that Illidan was intact, he revisited Arthas and Frostmourn with a complicated gaze.

At any given time, great strength can always impress people who are already strangers to you—and so is Malfurion—who doesn't see clearly how the human woman is making Illidan so miserable...... Regardless, Malfurion knew that the other party was not the kind of person who could let himself and Illidan question.

"Tyrande said you want to talk to me...... Mr. Alsace...... According to what you said earlier...... Are you humans and those demons enemies too? ”

Malfurion, struggling to calm himself down, walked to the wooden table in the room, sat down, and looked at Arthas and said.

"That's right...... I want to kill every demon that comes my way. ”

Arthas said without hesitation - he did hate the Burning Legion - although in the original stream of time, Arthas was controlled by the Lich King Neozu, but the Burning Legion was backed by the Lich King Neozu, and after Arthas came to his senses, he was still forced to watch the demons wreak havoc in the land of Lordaeron, which he once loved so much, because he was powerless to stand up to the leader of the Burning Legion, Akmund the Polluter.

Arthas knew he had made the wrong choice—but without the Burning Legion, his kingdom, his father, his sister, and his subjects...... Surely there would be no extinction of the nation - as Arthas had said, he hated the orcs. But the most disgusting thing is the demons of the Burning Legion.

"I can hear your tone, Mr. Arthas...... I think you are indeed the enemy of those demons. But...... What do you think we should do? ”

Malfurion nodded—he heard the sincerity in Arthas's tone, and the young druid's tone softened, and he inquired carefully about Arthas.

"The best way...... I think you can give up on confirming your dreams and treat it as a fact - I mean...... If those demons have entered this world...... Do you have enough strength to fight them? ”

Arthas thought for a moment and asked—in that stream of time, ten thousand years later, Arthas had been preparing to fight the Burning Legion, backed by a determined and powerful alliance of humans and dwarves, and had the friendship of the Red Dragon—despite the Red Dragon Queen's somewhat unnormal intelligence. But apparently in the event of the Burning Legion's invasion, she will be on the same side as Arthas.

Arthas thought he was ready, but he didn't expect his first head-on encounter with the Burning Legion after crossing the interval. It turned out to be 10,000 years ago...... At this time, humans and dwarves had not even been born, and the red dragon ...... Arthas felt that the dragon could be his help, but he wasn't entirely sure. Because he didn't have a life-saving grace for the Red Dragon Queen 10,000 years ago.

Arthas felt that he still had to rely on the power of the Night Elves—but he had to make sure that Malfurion and Illidan had the same determination to fight the Burning Legion—for the abilities of the young Night Elves. Arthas didn't doubt it, because he knew that these people would be the leaders of the Night Elf race in 10,000 years, and he just needed to make sure that their will was strong enough.

"It's hard, Monsieur Arthas—I mean, to our countrymen, including me, the Empress is almost equal to our gods...... It's hard to convince our people of the rebellion of the High Elves, and it's even more complicated to get them to muster up the courage to resist......"

Malfurion's face was embarrassed.

"Your mind is too rigid. Druid...... Just as you don't know what's going on in that city, neither do the others...... You can claim that it was the elves of the upper echelons who betrayed the Queen. Summoned demons...... Her Excellency is held hostage by them and needs to be saved......"

Arthas was amazed by the ...... of the Night Elves Innocence, or rather stupidity, he listened to Malfurion's situation, and then said with a slight mention.

"It's a great idea! That way, you won't be afraid to fight the Queen's minions! ”

Tyrande cheered loudly, and she stole a glance at Arthas's face, her face flushed, and she secretly blamed herself for not coming up with such a good excuse - Mr. Arthas is indeed a very wise man!

"That's ...... Is it okay too? Will everyone believe it? ”

Malfurion opened his mouth slightly—it was clear that what Arthas had said had a great impact on his political outlook, which he had never thought of as a civilian...... Can you even deal with those high-level elves like this?

"Maybe they'll believe it, maybe they won't...... But don't forget, Malfurion, that no one will believe us when we say it. ”

Illidan felt slightly uncomfortable at Tyrande's cheers, and he reminded his brother Malfurion—no Night Elf would believe what two young boys had made up.

"So the most important thing is to confirm what happened in Aisaline."

Malfurion nodded—he admitted that Illidan had a point.

"So what are we waiting for?"

Arthas smiled at Malfurion.

"Wait...... What do you mean? ”

Malfurion looked at Arthas in surprise, not knowing what he was talking about.

"I mean...... Your previous plan, while bold and sacrificial, was not very feasible...... Since you say you two can't convince the other Night Elves...... So even if you confirm that the upper elves are indeed engaged in a conspiracy...... And who will believe you? ”

Alsace pointed out the loopholes in Malfurion's plans.

"This ......"

Malfurion's mouth opened, but he couldn't say anything to refute it—Mr. Human was right—even though he and Illidan had overcome the obstacles and infiltrated Esaline with a nearly impossible probability to find out what was going on...... However, with the strength of the two of them...... Will it be possible to stop this?

If you can't...... So what should I do with myself? Run back to Surama City to ask for help from the other Night Elves? But nothing seems to have changed, and those compatriots will not believe their words......

"So what do we do?"

Malfurion realized that the human in front of him was far wiser than he was—and he finally let down his guard and earnestly inquired for advice. (To be continued......)