Elf King Rommath and Grand Elder Lireesa stood in stunned silence.
Two Archlords in the Stoneheart Horde meant the Giant King, Orion, possessed at least one Archlord-level avatar. Such power, such a deep foundation… it was a force the blood elves could no longer hope to resist.
"The situation is not as dire as you imagine," the ancient voice of the Guardian Tree rustled through the leaves. "My people on the wind have told me there are no armies massing on your northern border. The Giant King does not intend to start a war."
"Furthermore, the humans have their Saint, and the dragons have their White Dragon majesty. They will provide a balance to this new Archlord. The greater political landscape will not change overnight. But it has changed. And now, you must assess the new reality and make a decision."
