The Sun Temple, situated at a ley line node, drew the Sunwell's energy, making it a sacred training ground for high elf mages.
Manors once surrounded it, but the orcs and red dragons had reduced them to ruins, many incinerated by dragonfire. The flat terrain was perfect for Galen and his forces to charge!
"Knights! Charge with me!"
The two knight orders thundered forward, their charge amplified by paladin blessings.
Unlike Galen's order, with its white background and red sigil, Turalyon led the Royal Knights of Lordaeron, clad in white and gold, lances at the ready.
Like a hot iron through cheese, the red and white knights cleaved through the Horde's left flank!
Turalyon was stunned. Was that it?
His previous battles had been grueling. The first, alongside Galen, against the southern orcs. Then the landing at Hillsbrad Coast. Even the Silverpine Forest campaign was a desperate struggle, with humans relying on numbers and formations.
Could warfare really be this easy? he wondered.
Galen, however, remained composed. Human knights crushing trolls was nothing to boast about. Especially these trolls.
Despite Orgrim's provision of some equipment, it was reserved for the Amani. The trolls on the left flank wielded stone axes, sharpened branches, and animal hides. They were a primitive tribe.
Furthermore, the Horde was fixated on the Sun Temple, never expecting a flanking charge by two well-equipped knight orders!
The trolls' weapons were useless against the heavily armored human knights. They were being slaughtered.
"Warchief!" Zul'jin cried out. Though the massacred trolls were from the Mossflayer, Revantusk, and Witherbark tribes, not the Amani, they were still trolls, former Amani subjects. The Witherbark, in particular, were staunch Amani allies!
"Go, Zul'jin! Take your troops and contain the human cavalry. Watch their rear; there must be a larger human force behind them!"
Though Orgrim cursed Gaselzog, he remained calm. The humans had broken through, and his ambush force was silent. Something had gone wrong. He needed to hold back his elite troops.
"Teron, go with him! Support our allies with the death knights!"
"As you command, Warchief!" Teron Gorefiend's decayed face twisted into a cruel smile. He relished the chance to face the Holy Light again, which he sensed among the human knights, far stronger than in the elves!
"Victory to the Amani Empire!"
Zul'jin led twenty thousand of his Zu'Aman warriors from the main Horde force, moving to reinforce the left flank!
This high-ranking troll warlord had cultivated a cult of personality. His strength and numerous high elf skulls had earned him the adoration of his people. The Zu'Aman believed he would lead them to greatness!
At Zul'jin's signal, the troll army began to advance, spears lowered. In their limited tactical knowledge, spears were the best defense against cavalry! Some skilled headhunters carried Orgrim's steel throwing spears. Zul'jin was confident in his warriors! Within fifty paces, a throwing spear from an Amani troll was deadly.
Galen watched the force peel off from the Horde's center. Their equipment marked them as superior to the rabble his knights had just crushed. His elite troops wouldn't waste their energy on such fodder.
"Rudy! Signal Mike to bring up the infantry. We'll leave these weaklings to them; we're going for the elite! Hahaha!"
He only fought the strong.
Three yellow signal flares soared into the sky!
Then, Galen's infantry emerged from the forest. As for Turalyon's four legions, only Omar's First Legion was committed; the other three remained in reserve!
Galen was cunning. Since his troops had the same experience fighting trolls and orcs, why not let them handle the easier targets?
Omar led his First Legion and the five thousand men Galen had brought from the Hinterlands, forming a massive square. Their orderly advance crushed the troll leaders' hopes.
Having just suffered a devastating charge and barely regrouped, the sight of thirteen thousand fresh human troops shattered their morale.
The poorly equipped and demoralized troll rabble couldn't defeat a human legion. But they had to fight. The troll leaders knew the humans wouldn't accept their surrender. And Zul'jin was watching.
"Rally, troll warriors! Zul'jin is watching us!"
The trolls hurled scattered throwing spears at the human formation!
The first two rows of humans advanced with large shields, while the next two rows wielded steel spears. The gleaming spears made the formation resemble a porcupine. Behind them, musketeers stood ready.
But the first counterattack came not from the musketeers, but from the forest!
Alleria and Sylvanas could no longer restrain themselves. The southern forest was devastated. Villages were razed, and the trolls had set the ruins ablaze, damaging the surrounding woods!
To the elves, this was an attack on their very survival!
Even if they won, they would face the arduous task of rebuilding their homes!
Fortunately, no high elf civilians had been killed or injured, or Galen would have been unable to contain the Windrunner sisters' wrath!
They were filled with rage, and they would unleash it through slaughter!
The arrival of reinforcements eased Kael'thas's anxiety and reduced the pressure on his forces. However, Liadrin's Sunfury Knight Order and the arcane constructs were still struggling!
"Rommath! You are in command of the city defense!"
"Sunfury Legion! Prepare to attack!"
After a moment's consideration, Kael'thas decided to personally lead a sortie to support them, especially to rescue the Sunfury Knight Order.
"Your Highness, let me go!" Rommath, a staunch royalist, protested. He didn't want the prince to leave the Sunwell's protective barrier.
"No! You've expended too much mana controlling the mage towers. You need to rest!" Kael'thas insisted. He couldn't stand by while his subordinates fought desperately. The front line needed a high-ranking commander to break the stalemate!
"Candiris, you and Quel'linas maintain the Sunwell's magical barrier. Rommath, provide fire support to the dragonhawk riders and our new allies!"
By "new allies," he meant Kurdran Wildhammer's gryphon riders! The situation around the Sunwell had stabilized, so Kael'thas was free to attack!
"Gain altitude and circle! Lads, target the green-skinned riders on the dragons, but watch out for their claws and breath!"
Kurdran nudged his gryphon, Sky'ree, who responded with a sharp cry, echoed by the other gryphons.
Sky'ree soared, weaving through the red dragons, dodging their fiery breath.
Kurdran raised Stormhammer, his body tensed, his eyes locked on an orc rider. Then, he hurled the hammer with all his might!
Thunder cracked, and a bolt of lightning followed the warhammer.
Bang!
The Dragonmaw orc's head exploded, his body charred. Even the young red dragon beneath him convulsed, nearly losing control.
"Oh yeah! Bullseye!"
Kurdran, elated, caught the returning Stormhammer. Gripping the reins, he urged Sky'ree to find another target.
"Witness the power of the Wildhammer dwarves! No foe can withstand us!"
Kurdran brandished his warhammer, swaying with Sky'ree, easily evading a swipe from a dragon's claw!
"What are you waiting for, lads!" Kurdran roared. "I've shown you how it's done. Now it's your turn! Send these red dragons packing!"
The gryphon riders, accustomed to their lord's booming voice, saluted in the air and attacked.
"Hey! Pointy-eared pretty boy, Galen sent me to help you!"
Dragonhawk Rider Captain Saltheril's expression darkened. "Pointy-eared" was acceptable, but "pretty boy" was insulting!
However, as a prince's advisor, Saltheril remained composed, especially since the gryphons were relieving the pressure on the dragonhawk riders.
They had been fighting the red dragons above the Sunwell for half a day. Though they had shot down many, their own losses were significant.
Saltheril saluted Kurdran and turned to engage a red dragon, clearly uninterested in further conversation.
A crack appeared in the Sunwell's magical barrier, and Kael'thas led the Sunfury Legion out!
A dozen arcane constructs led the charge, immediately drawing ranged attacks from the trolls. The constructs activated their arcane shields, deflecting the javelins.
Kael'thas unleashed a massive fireball, incinerating a troll and his comrades!
A terrifying display of power.
"Mage Corps! Area-of-effect attack!"
Protected by warriors, the mages began to chant. Then, a wave of fireballs engulfed the wolf riders battling the arcane golems.
The arcane golems, built with materials from spellbreaker armor, possessed some magical resistance. Combined with their shields, they sustained minimal damage.
The Blackrock wolf riders were less fortunate. The initial barrage killed many, and those who survived were engulfed in flames, becoming human torches, screaming in agony.
"Roar!"
The wolf rider leaders, Murtaugh and Holmulk, were enraged!
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Even against human heavy cavalry, they hadn't suffered such losses. They were consumed by fury.
"Wolf Riders! Charge!"
After a prolonged and frustrating fight against the large and heavily armored arcane golems, the wolf riders were eager for a kill. The arrival of the high elf legion was their chance!
Using their agility, the wolf riders evaded most of the arcane attacks, closing in on the Sunfury Legion.
Kael'thas's expression tightened. He couldn't let them get close. He knew the orcs' combat prowess.
"Flamestrike!"
Pillars of fire erupted, blocking most of the wolf riders, but some broke through.
"Raise shields!"
The Sunfury Legion was a field army, well-equipped but unbalanced. Over half were mages, with a smaller contingent of rangers. The rarest were the shield-bearing warriors!
Hundreds of flame-wreathed wolf riders crashed into the shield wall, driven to a berserk frenzy by the pain.
Bang!
The weight of the giant wolves and their riders shattered the first row of shield guards. A high elf warrior was hurled back, impaled on the second row's shields. More wolf riders poured through.
The first shield wall had broken!
The High Elf Kingdom, aside from the Windrunner-led forces, had no other legions engaged with the Orcs. Now, the Sunfury Legion's shield guards, lacking experience against the Orcs' brutal tactics, were being overwhelmed.
It wasn't that the High Elves were unfamiliar with war; the Sunfury Legion had defended the kingdom's border against the Amani trolls for centuries. As one of the seven regular legions, they were far more elite than Silvermoon City's garrison. The Orcs, however, were simply too powerful.
The headstrong wolf riders crashed into the shield wall, while those behind leaped over the defenders. Over a hundred elite Blackrock wolf riders shattered the Sunfury Legion's formation.
The shattered shield guards lay with broken limbs and severe internal injuries, unable to fight.
Kael'thas was stunned. He hadn't anticipated this. Though the High Elves had few frontline warriors, those in the seven legions were at least of intermediate strength. They had proven their reliability over centuries of border conflicts with the trolls. This defeat was due to elven arrogance and complacency, a fault Kael'thas himself shared in his dealings with the Alliance.
But regret was useless. Kael'thas had to deal with the wolf riders, or they would break through to the mages, leading to even greater losses!
Kael'thas drew Flamescythe, the Sunstrider family's heirloom. His ancestors had wielded this artifact to slay demons with ease. His father had passed it to him, a clear sign of his expectations.
The wolf riders were trying to breach the second shield wall!
Every race has warriors, but High Elves were not naturally inclined towards martial prowess. Compared to the Orcs, they were at a distinct disadvantage in strength.
Each wolf rider strike sent a High Elf soldier flying, the Orcs cutting through the elven ranks like a tiger among sheep.
"Mage group, continue with area-of-effect attacks! Don't let more Orcs through!"
"Arcane golems, step forward and fill the gaps! Shield wall, hold your formation!"
After issuing his orders, Kael'thas teleported into the heart of the battle, impaling a wolf rider with Flamescythe before it could react.
An artifact was an artifact. Even in the hands of a mage, it possessed immense power.
Kael'thas spun to avoid another wolf rider's attack and unleashed a Flame Strike with his left hand, sending the Orc flying from its mount.
The Sunfury Legion's morale surged with their prince's arrival. Lower-ranking officers rallied their troops. Seeing the fallen wolf riders, several soldiers swarmed them, finishing them off.
Fighting within his own lines, Kael'thas couldn't use his favored large-scale flame spells. He was forced to engage in close combat, which was not his strength.
Beep!
Kael'thas raised his hand, and a magic circle appeared beside him. A fiery red phoenix spread its wings within the circle!
It was Kael'thas's phoenix, A'lar!
A'lar's appearance instantly boosted the Sunfury Legion's morale. The wounded were quickly evacuated, and the frontline warriors fearlessly met the wolf riders' charge, supported by their comrades.
Before long, the hundred or so wolf riders were wiped out, but the Sunfury Legion suffered three times as many casualties!
Meanwhile, Orgrim watched the wolf riders' attack stall. He cursed their leaders. His elite Blackrock warriors were not meant to be wasted on exhausting the elves' magic.
"Gul'dan! Go help and take out that bird tamer! And no tricks!"
Gul'dan and Zul'jin were Orgrim's strongest spellcasters, but Zul'jin had to watch the red dragons and quell their rebellion. Orgrim had no choice but to send Gul'dan.
"As you wish, Warchief!"
Gul'dan sneered inwardly. He recognized Kael'thas as one of the spies from the Year Zero of the Dark Portal. The strong fire magic signature was unmistakable.
The situation was unfolding as he planned. He had the Runestone. Once he built the Altar of Storms, he would seize the opportunity to abandon Orgrim and strike out on his own!
For now, he would play the loyal warlock a little longer!
At the Sun Sanctum's main gate, Gul'dan prepared to face Kael'thas, while on the battlefield's left flank, Galen confronted the Death Knight force! Turalyon was under attack by Zul'jin's main army!
"What a disgusting aura!"
Galen steered his mount, clashing with Teron Gorefiend. Longsword met Death Knight staff with a sharp sound. Galen wrinkled his nose. "Ugh. The dead have no sense of smell. It's a pity you're still in this colorful world."
His mocking words hit a nerve!
Teron had been doing well as the Shadow Council's second-in-command. But Gul'dan, that fool, had fallen into a coma, leaving the Council leaderless.
They dispersed and hid, which was relatively safe. But then a traitor revealed their locations, and Orgrim systematically destroyed their strongholds, killing them one by one!
Teron, who considered himself a master of escape, had his head smashed by Orgrim's hammer!
This is infuriating!
A good hand, played terribly!
His angry soul was shoved into the corpse of a human knight and reborn. The power of death twisted his spirit, leaving him with only the desire to kill!
"Die!"
The staff crackled with shadow energy, and Teron summoned the surrounding death knights to engage Galen's guard, focusing his attack on Galen himself!
Bang!
Trol'kalar parried Teron's staff.
"Hmm, shadow-type energy attack," Galen mused. "Is that... Shadow Strike?"
Teron was shocked!
As the chief death knight and their commander, he oversaw their training. How did this human know the name of that skill?!
"Don't stop! Keep going!"
Galen ignored Teron's surprise. He wanted more information.
Know your enemy, and you will never be defeated!
Hmph, now I'll avenge those losses from my days in the Wrath of the Lich King arena!
Teron realized he was outmatched. This body's fighting skills, honed as a high-ranking human knight, were impressive, and Teron had absorbed many of its combat techniques.
But this human paladin was even more skilled!
His attacks were effortlessly blocked, and the paladin precisely identified Teron's moves and abilities!
Teron was horrified.
Teron Bloodfiend's strength was a complicated matter. Once a legendary warlock, his resurrection left him hovering between peak ninth level and novice hero. His decline extended beyond raw power to combat experience.
Transformed from a ranged magic-user to a melee death knight, he retained the body's instincts but was only effective against ordinary soldiers. Against a master like Galen, he was hopelessly outclassed.
After a dozen exchanges, Galen concluded his assessment. The death knight had exhausted his repertoire, though he might have a few desperate tricks left.
"Basic human knight combat skills, from a high-ranking knight's corpse. No pain. Uses shadow power to heal. Focused on killing. Vital point is the head, not the heart. Requires beheading to kill."
"Skills used: Shadow Strike, Wither and Decay, Raise Dead, Plague."
A textbook Unholy Death Knight!
Teron Bloodfiend was bewildered.
"You don't even know Death Strike? How do you expect to become a high-HP tank?"
The first generation of death knights was crude. Unlike the Lich King's creations, their souls were resurrected in their own bodies. The fit was perfect, and since they were warriors in life, they didn't need to adapt their fighting styles. But the first generation was weak in both energy manipulation and melee combat. They were only effective against common soldiers.
Teron realized the paladin knew far too much about death knights. They had only existed for a few months. Even they hadn't grasped their full potential. How could a human know them better?
"Who are you?!" Teron demanded, alarmed.
He was already considering retreat. He was outmatched in combat skill, and their energy types were inherently opposed. Galen's Holy Light far surpassed his shadow and death magic. He was being toyed with. If the paladin became serious, he would be reduced to dust!
"My name is Galen!"
"Remember my name, I am Teron Bloodfiend! One day I will kill you and take your body!"
"Please, be my guest. But how about trying now?" Take my body? Is he cosplaying as Wesker?
Teron, however, had no intention of continuing the fight. Leaving behind an arm, he raised nearby corpses to delay Galen and fled towards the Horde main force with half the death knight contingent.
His escape left Zul'jin exposed.
Though Zul'jin commanded tens of thousands of trolls, Turalyon had brought up the remaining three legions. The Lordaeron legions were elite. They could easily handle their old foes, the trolls, unless they were facing exceptionally powerful orcs.
An hour had passed since Galen's arrival. By now, most of the trolls on the Horde's left flank were dead. The remaining thousand, led by Overseer Tarecgosa of the Rot Hide tribe, were desperately trying to break through to the east.
Kael'thas was engaged with Gul'dan. After merging with Anveena, his mana flowed freely. Phoenix Flames and Pyroblasts rained down on Gul'dan, who retaliated with Shadow Bolts. The wolf riders had moved away from the area, and the Sunfury Legion had retreated over a hundred meters.
This distance allowed them to quickly rescue their prince if needed!
Galen surveyed the battlefield. Gul'dan was clearly holding back, but that wasn't a major concern. In a battle with hundreds of thousands of troops, even the strongest individual could be overwhelmed. If Gul'dan was willing to fight to the death, Galen felt it would be worth sacrificing his three thousand high-ranking knights and two infantry regiments.
Unfortunately, Gul'dan, that old fox, was playing a role. He would be the first to flee if the Horde showed signs of defeat.
Galen ignored the warlock and focused on reorganizing his knights. He wanted to charge Zul'jin again, then send Omar's infantry and the Farstrider rangers forward.
Defeating Zul'jin's Amani core would isolate the Horde main force in Quel'Thalas.
The high elves had already cleared the land and fortified their defenses. The orcs had no proper supply lines to support a northward advance. Their situation would become dire once they lost their allies.
Galen's plans, however, were disrupted by Orgrim's experience.
"Woo! Woo! Woo!"
The Horde's desolate horns sounded, signaling a retreat!
Above Sunwell Plateau, the red dragons also received new orders. They disengaged from the Wildhammer gryphon riders and dragonhawk riders, flying towards Turalyon's knights and infantry.
Kur'dran tried to intercept them, but the red dragons sent ten of their own to cover the retreat!
Turalyon saw the approaching red dragons growing larger, rushing towards them like scarlet streaks falling from the sky.
The dragons inhaled deeply, smoke billowing from their nostrils and sparks flickering in their mouths.
Turalyon realized their intent. They were going to unleash their fiery breath!
"Retreat, quickly!" Turalyon shouted, ordering messengers to warn the other units. "Retreat to the mountains, away from the forests and the red dragons!"
Galen also understood the dragons' plan and yelled, "Sylvanas! Stop those red dragons! They're going to set the forest ablaze!"
Galen's words shocked Alleria and Sylvanas!
They had witnessed the destructive power of the red dragons' breath. It could melt the thick walls of Durnholde Keep. If they succeeded here, vast swathes of the forest would be destroyed.
"All rangers! Switch to armor-piercing arrows! Long-range sniping, fire at will!"
A hail of arrows flew. These armor-piercing arrows, a gift from Galen, could easily pierce Lordaeron knight armor. They shot down a dozen drakes, but the adult red dragons were more resilient. Their scales could only be slightly penetrated.
Ignoring the pain, the dragons unleashed their fiery breath!
Flames soared into the sky!
A great fire engulfed the Southsong Woods, thick smoke blotting out the sun. It was a tragedy for the ancient trees, especially those nourished by the Sunwell's energies. Sprites entwined within them would have been a beautiful sight, not this devastation.
Galen lamented briefly. Having led the earlier assault under Turalyon's guidance, he was closest to the Horde commander and became Zul'Gurub's immediate target!
Half a dozen adult red dragons charged Galen's position, led by Korialstrasz, and unleashed torrents of fiery phlegm.
"Crap!"
Galen cursed inwardly. This response was swift and brutal! Was showing off to Turalyon really worth drawing the ire of so many adult red dragons?
He quickly ordered his knights to retreat, while he spurred his own horse through the inferno, protected by Invincibility!
He vowed to remember the leading red dragon's appearance. No matter the reason, you will pay for this!
The remaining red dragons covered the Horde's retreat with dragonfire, hindering the dragonhawk and gryphon riders' pursuit. Hearing the retreat horn, Gul'dan ceased his sport with Kael'thas and fled.
It was sport. As a warlock in the late stages of the Legendary tier, Gul'dan, even weakened by the Dark Portal's influence, was far beyond Kael'thas, a mere novice in the Legendary ranks.
Gul'dan feigned a panicked retreat, setting fires as he ran. He didn't even need to cast Rain of Fire; he simply triggered it continuously along his path, fueled by the red dragons' fiery breath.
Kael'thas's heart ached. This was Quel'Thalas, now being reduced to scorched earth!
He couldn't pursue the fleeing Gul'dan and the wolf riders. Instead, he mobilized the Sunfury Brigade and personnel from Sunspire to fight the fire. The high elves had never suffered such losses. Not even at the height of the Amani Empire three thousand years ago had their lands been so desecrated!
Under the red dragons' cover, the Horde retreated eastward. The raging forest fire blocked Galen's forces, forcing them to halt their pursuit, avoid the intense heat, and help the high elves fight the blaze.
The dragonhawk and gryphon riders also broke off their pursuit. Throughout the battle, the adult red dragons had held back, fighting half-heartedly. The Alliance air cavalry had focused on the Dragonmaw orcs on the dragons' backs. To pursue now might provoke Zul'Gurub into ordering the red dragons to fight to the death to cover the retreat.
"Turalyon, take your troops west and create a firebreak on the outer perimeter to contain the flames!"
"I'll go east, leaving the north to Kael'thas!" Galen conceded. It was someone else's forest. He couldn't command his sprites to protect it. The most he could do was help extinguish the fire, out of consideration for his allies.
So what if they're ancient trees? Azeroth has plenty of them.
But he now had a grudge against the red dragons. He'd originally planned to let Rhonin and Vereesa, with their protagonist auras, attract Deathwing's attention while he quietly reaped the benefits and plotted to acquire the Dragon Soul.
They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but I'll take mine hot! And fast!
Galen had a good understanding of Deathwing's plans. He would seek an opportunity to strike when Deathwing's attention was elsewhere, away from Grim Batol!
Even with Deathwing present, Galen's hidden cards would give him pause!
While summoning water elementals to bravely enter the burning forest and extinguish the flames, Galen began formulating a grand scheme!
Just do it! Fortune favors the bold, and the timid starve. As they say, a horse won't grow fat without grazing at night, and a man won't get rich without taking risks. If you want to get rich quickly, you have to take risks.
The Dragon Soul, I'm claiming it!
After a day and a night of effort, the great fire in the Southsong Woods was finally extinguished. Scouts reported that the Horde had retreated to the eastern mountain range, garrisoning the ancient Amani troll fortress of Zeb'Nowa.
The exhausted forces breathed a sigh of relief as the battle ended. The high elves were already reeling from the siege by hundreds of thousands of trolls and orcs. Now, the red dragons' fiery assault had breached their defenses and ravaged their forests. Even for a long-lived race, this was unprecedented.
The humans and Wildhammer dwarves were equally exhausted. Turalyon and the Wildhammer dwarves had marched all the way from Hillsbrad and the Hinterlands. Galen's forces were in better shape, having teleported most of the way and only force-marching the final stretch within Quel'Thalas.
Covered in soot, the humans and high elves exchanged weary smiles. The estrangement of centuries had lessened, replaced by a sense of shared hardship.
Of course, "humans" here referred to Turalyon's troops. Galen remained close to Sylvanas, and his subordinates mingled freely with the Farstriders. The strong rapport between the two commanders, and the open-heartedness of their troops, ensured a positive relationship.
"Galen, thank you for your support!"
Kael'thas, his face blackened with soot, suddenly appeared before Galen, startling him. Galen wouldn't have recognized him if not for his voice.
"No thanks needed, Kael. We are friends, and we are allies. It is our duty to stand against the orcs."
Kael'thas, whose ornate mage robes were now tattered from merging with his phoenix to help contain the fire, said, "I must report this to Silvermoon City at once. Although the Horde has retreated to the Amani trolls' territory, their main force remains there. We will need reinforcements! Galen, would you accompany me to Silvermoon City?"
Kael'thas extended the invitation as a gesture of goodwill, but Galen had other plans. My revenge won't wait, he thought. I have no time for a trip to Silvermoon City!
"Thank you, but I can't go to Silvermoon City. My troops have traveled far and are a long way from Stratholme. Unless we retreat to the Ghostlands, we will be cut off from supplies. We will need your support if we are to remain here."
Kael'thas was taken aback. Quel'Thalas was wealthy, but the evacuation to Silvermoon City meant the city was strained, feeding hundreds of thousands of refugees. "I will see what I can arrange."
Sensing Kael'thas's hesitation, Galen offered a solution: "Stromgarde has ample grain, but supporting the Alliance has depleted our treasury. We can sell you what you need, but we cannot provide it for free."
"That's no problem! Galen, name your price! How much do you have, and how much do you want to sell?" The rich prince's confidence returned in an instant.