Harry Potter: Journey to Godhood

As Anasterian Sunstrider had expressed, the high elves' kingdom had always adhered to isolationist and conservative policies. 

They rarely took proactive measures against external threats unless the danger was directly at their gates.

With the Sunwell as their energy source and their mastery of powerful arcane magic, they had the confidence to uphold such a stance. 

After all, even when faced with attacks from dragons, the high elves' arcane barriers had consistently and effectively protected their citizens.

But who could have foreseen the series of cataclysmic disasters that would befall Azeroth after the opening of the Dark Portal?

Therefore, convincing the high elves to join the Alliance required making these proud, long-eared beings fully realize the tangible threat posed by the orcs.

This task was fundamentally different from persuading the human nations. 

Simply emphasizing the Horde's formidable combat prowess, the seemingly endless numbers of orcs, or the existence of Draenor would not suffice.

For humans, a large, militarily powerful adversary was a significant concern. 

But for the high elves, no matter how numerous or battle-hardened the orcs were, or how bloodthirsty and warlike, what could they do?

Against the mighty arcane barriers and the limitless arcane energy of the Sunwell, the orcs' combat strength was no more than a paper tiger.

Flesh and blood were ultimately powerless against relentless magic.

In their history of resisting the Amani forest trolls, the high elves had only faced real threats when the trolls summoned the Loa gods. 

Without those divine interventions, no number of trolls could have breached the borders of Quel'Thalas.

In the original timeline, even during the scourge of the undead that swept across Lordaeron and destroyed its kingdom, Quel'Thalas would have remained unscathed, thanks to its magical barriers—if not for traitors within.

Faced with such a powerful kingdom, persuading their king and council seemed as impossible as a mouse trying to drag a turtle—most emissaries would have given up and settled for the limited support Anasterian had already promised.

But not Alaric. Armed with insider knowledge, he understood the high elves' deepest fears.

So even after Anasterian had arranged for reinforcements, Alaric continued his efforts to persuade them.

"Your Majesty the Sun King," Alaric began respectfully, "I admit that the orcish army would indeed be powerless against your nation's formidable magical barriers."

Before Anasterian could bask in the flattery, Alaric shifted his tone.

"However, I must ask: what was the original purpose of establishing these magical barriers?"

The question gave Anasterian pause. After a moment of thought, he answered candidly.

"Archmage Sandor, this touches on one of Quel'Thalas's core secrets," Anasterian said gently. "But considering your identity as a mage, sharing this with you poses no issue. 

In truth, the barrier was originally erected based on lessons learned by our ancestors. 

If you've heard the tales of the Kaldorei—the Night Elves, the Children of the Stars—you should know about the War of the Ancients. 

Our forebears' reckless use of magic drew the Burning Legion's attention. 

To prevent such a disaster from recurring, we established this barrier to contain the arcane magic of Quel'Thalas, ensuring that our nation would not attract the demons' gaze."

"Of course, even I am familiar with the stories of the Kaldorei," Alaric nodded. 

"And I must say, your nation's precautions against demons are both exceptional and effective—something we in Dalaran could certainly learn from."

Pausing briefly, Alaric waited until he saw the satisfied expressions on Anasterian's and the council lords' faces before continuing.

"However, trouble does not disappear simply because one is prepared," Alaric's voice grew somber. 

"To my knowledge, the claws of demons have already begun to extend into our world once more."

"Oh? What do you mean by that?" His ominous warning had indeed captured their attention.

"As the saying goes, seeing is believing. Before I reveal the truth, please examine these samples I've brought." With that, Alaric produced several vials filled with murky green liquid.

As the vials were passed to the council by attendants, Alaric explained, "These contain the blood of a certain creature. 

If you're familiar with demons, you'll notice that this blood is infused with Fel energy—a hallmark of demonic power."

The vials circulated among the council members. 

Being powerful mages, both Anasterian and the council lords were well-acquainted with Fel energy, the chaotic force antithetical to the arcane.

It didn't take long for them to confirm Alaric's claim.

"Whose blood is this?" one lord asked urgently. 

"While the fel energy within it is impure and not from a demonic creature, it doesn't appear to be artificial either. Surely, this isn't one of Dalaran's experimental creations?"

His words implied that Dalaran's human mages had a reputation for dangerous experimentation.

Alaric shook his head.

"No, this blood is neither synthetic nor the product of any experiment. In fact, it comes from the orcs."

"What?"

The room erupted in astonished cries.

This revelation had escalated the situation considerably.

"Yes, even I couldn't believe it at first," Alaric continued, "but it's true. The blood of these alien beings contains Fel energy. 

As we all know, the material world is inherently devoid of Fel energy. 

The presence of such energy in their blood proves one of two things: either the orcs are agents of demons, or they've been corrupted by demons. Either way, this is dire news for us, isn't it?"

"You're right," Anasterian took a deep breath. "But... this could still be a coincidence, couldn't it? Perhaps they merely stumbled upon some demonic artifact..."

Though he spoke of possibilities, his hesitant tone betrayed his doubt.

Indeed, the mention of demons struck a nerve with the high elves. For this long-lived race, the War of the Ancients was but two or three generations past, and its lessons remained vivid.

Sensing their wavering resolve, Alaric pressed his advantage.

"In fact, I not only have these vials of orc blood as evidence but also a witness. My follower, Lady Garona, is a half-orc herself. 

She was born into the orcish world and has firsthand knowledge of their past, including how they came to be tainted by Fel energy."

Unlike his presentation before the human councils, this time Alaric wisely refrained from sneaking Garona into the Sunstrider palace. 

After all, the magical and ranger expertise of the elves was unparalleled.

Soon, Garona was summoned, and the Silvermoon Council finally laid eyes on an orc—or at least someone with orcish blood.

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