As promised, the elves freed the humans from their mines and brought them to Jake. The High Emperor would never have agreed to do such a thing previously, but now that the warlocks had attacked their villages, he was ready to anything to spurn their authority.
“We cannot send Ziraelium to the warlocks, now that you’ve freed the slaves. There will be retribution for this!”
High Emperor Lacillor scoffed at his advisor’s words. “Open your eyes already. We have killed thousands of their kinsmen on the battlefield. Even Malkoth is dead. Let them do whatever they want! There is no turning back from this now.”
“Are you prepared to take on their entire army?”
“We don’t have any options! They brought the war to our doorsteps. Now, we either fight back or prepare our graves.”
After the transfer
