"No, of course not. But now that victory is impossible, we should naturally avoid meaningless sacrifice."
"I will return to Lordaeron, to the foot of the Golden Tree, to pray to the Supreme Will for assistance. Then I'll reorganize the army and launch another assault on the Burning Legion. Don't worry, Lord Malfurion, under the protection of the Holy Light, justice will inevitably prevail."
"But I hope you understand, if I die, all hope is truly lost. So please understand me."
Malfurion's face turned ashen. Sure, these words sounded nice, but it was the Night Elves who were being thrown under the bus.
Overlord Blade Ruthless slapped his thigh and spoke righteously, "Well said, Gedwyn. The future is indeed the most important thing. Our Horde has shed too much blood for this war already. It's time to leave. Don't worry, everyone, we will ensure the Burning Legion pays for this in the future. And if you all die, I promise I'll avenge you."
