I don’t have a sacred object like the Sunwell in my hand, so I would like to ask, how did those Sindra elves survive the terrible addiction to magic in these 7,000 years?"

Fire Wing looked around, and lowered his voice as if telling a ghost story:

"They may have used some evil forbidden magic, or... they have actually been completely destroyed by magic addiction! Kael'thas Sunstrider sought medical treatment in a desperate condition. Frankly speaking, I have no feelings for Quel'Thalas.

The future of those immigrants is very pessimistic."

"So, what's your suggestion?"

Tyrion did not express support or opposition to Firewing's speculation. In his heart, he knew better than anyone else in the world the tragic experience of the Sindra elves. As Firewing said,

If Kael'thas thought he could find a way to save his people in Elre'Thalas, the young king would be extremely disappointed.

Facing Tyrion's question, Serent's expression became serious, and he said softly:

"I think we must be prepared to intervene in the affairs of the ancient city of Elre'Thalas when necessary, not just for the immigrants of Quel'Thalas. Tyrion, you should not have forgotten about the Syndra Highborne Elves.

Those legends?"

"Well...it is said that they were the ones who settled and took care of the most important magic books and sacred objects for Queen Azshara. The city is still very complete, which means that there is very precious magic knowledge there...

very good."

Tyrion understood what Serent meant, and after a moment, he nodded:

"Then, let Lord Dailin and Lord Anastarian prepare to sail and intervene in the war."
Chapter completed!