20. Darkan. The blood of Saraiin---for starsfalling [1/7]
"Both the Farstriders and the Firewing Legion have begun to fortify in the southern part of Quel'Thalas. The two human legions have also begun to approach the Stratholme region. Together with the local troops in the Stratholme region, they have maintained their presence in the northern part of Northern Xinjiang.
Its military strength is no longer weaker than that of the Arathi Highlands."
"Although the mobilization of the motherland's military power is a bit abrupt in the human camp, the news of the capture of Blood Mistress Aurelia has spread throughout the upper echelons of the human empire. Many generals regard it as an important weight to reverse the current war situation.
It is said that the six-person parliament of Dalaran has sent people to the motherland. Judging from the current situation, the motherland will not be in danger in the short term."
The Archmage Lana'thel, who returned to Dalaran from Quel'Thalas, is still as elegant and graceful as before. The embarrassment of fleeing on a moonlit night in the forest of Quel'Thalas has long disappeared. At this time, she is standing in front of Kael'tha.
In Prince Si's mage tower, he told the worried prince about his experiences in the past three days.
"There is not much movement on the undead side, but we can be sure that the King of Dark Blade must have known the news that his wife fell into our hands. The Sun King is worried about the cruel revenge from the Dark Blade in the future, and he will not let you
Returning to Quel'Thalas at this time must be to protect you."
Lannathel looked at the prince she was loyal to with affection. She comforted Kael'thas softly. This prince of the Sunstrider family and the future Sun King was the perfect representative in the hearts of every high elf.
He is not arrogant, has an easy-going personality, treats every citizen as if he were his own family, has a good enough vision, and is also responsible enough.
From the time when the prince came of age hundreds of years ago until now, although Prince Kael'thas has not been too involved in the political circles of Quel'Thalas to protect his father's majesty, a considerable number of people in the royal party have turned to the other side.
Kael'thas, from this we can see that after His Majesty Anastarian abdicates in the future, Prince Kael'thas will definitely become a wise king of Quel'Thalas.
And His Highness the Prince's rule will last for a full 3,000 years just like his father.
The combination of all kinds of excellent qualities gives Kael'thas a special charm. To put it simply, any woman who sees His Royal Highness can't help but imagine herself accompanying the prince. This leads to many problems.
For a long time, wherever Kael'thas appears, there will be many rumors, but everyone knows that most of those rumors are fabricated by his admirers.
This prince is a humble gentleman who pays great attention to personal qualities. So far, the only real thing is his little ambiguity with his attendants. Yes, the man in front of him is perfect in every aspect.
The female Lady Lannathel.
"I can understand my father's protection of me, but I heard about the tragedies of Corona Village and Taquelin, as well as the death of the Morning Seekers... none of this should have happened."
Prince Kael'thas leaned on his chair and said tiredly:
"To this day, I still think that my father's decision was too hasty. Although there may be some political factors in it, in my opinion, it is also very dishonorable to capture the Blood Matron to realize the advantage of the Empire and Kingdom Front.
His behavior... So what if we really force Tyrion to give in? Can we trap the Blood Mistress for a lifetime?"
"Once she leaves the country, the offensive of the undead will only become more terrifying. From an individual perspective, the lethality shown by the Blood Mistress is already extremely terrifying. Trapping her in the Sunwell is not a perfect choice. Once she
If we lose control, I am afraid that the entire Silver Moon City will fall apart in an instant. Finally, based on my personal feelings, I am not willing to treat the heroes of the past like this... Can you understand me?"
"Of course, you are always so kind."
Lannathel looked around. After confirming that no one was disturbing, she took a step forward, leaned next to the prince, reached out her hand ambiguously, and touched the prince's cheek. For this intimate behavior, Prince Kael'thas
There was no resistance.
"Your Highness, we can do these shameful things. You just need to wait quietly for the news of our victory for you. Your hands should not be stained with blood."
"The Royal Party now has an oppressive advantage over the Parliament. The Sun King just wants to clear all obstacles for you before you ascend the throne... You have to understand your father, as you said, about capturing the Blood Matron,
It’s really not just for the overall interests of the war.”
"Alas...politics..."
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Far away in Quel'Thalas, the magical district of Silvermoon City, there is a mana cage on the edge of the city. It is specially used to imprison criminal mages. The high elves have deployed the tightest defense here, and there is always a danger.
Spellbreakers belonging to the royal family patrol here.
Although it is not as strong as the mana cage under the Sunwell, in the past few years, only a handful of criminals have been able to escape from here.
Darkan Drasil, a former member of the Silver Moon Parliament who was convicted of treason three days ago, was imprisoned here.
From the perspective of the citizens, at the most critical moment, they abandoned their mission and fled back to Silvermoon City in embarrassment, resulting in the death of Salorian and the Morningseeker, which directly led to the loss of thousands of elves, and the catastrophic consequences of Darkan
Being convicted of treason is definitely deserved, but not everyone sees it that way.
Especially when the Sun King took the opportunity to launch an attack and used the Archmage Rommath to take over the Silver Moon Parliament under the pretext of Darkan's incompetence, this matter was definitely not that simple for the members. Many members even believed that Darkan was just
A victim of the political intrigues of the sophisticated Sun King.
Therefore, after Darkan was imprisoned, many aggrieved members of Congress came to see him, and some with deep personal relationships secretly brought him some "contraband."
It should be noted that the mana cage in Quel'Thalas is a specially designed magic-forbidden device. It is designed to imprison powerful magicians. Therefore, after the cage is closed, the magic power inside the cage and the magic power from the outside cannot be connected.
It was cut directly, which means that the entire cage is a small forbidden area.
The modified bodies of high elves have been immersed in the high magic air of the Sunwell for 6800 years. Once the supply of magic power is cut off, the magic addiction hidden in their bodies will slowly burst out. However, due to being thrown into magic prison,
The number of mages in the cage is very small, and it takes time for magic addiction to appear, so the research on magic addiction is a very partial field in Quel'Thalas.
The vast majority of magicians will never come into contact with this "evil" hidden in the bones of every high elf throughout their lives.
At this time, Darkan Drasil, who was imprisoned in the mana cage, seemed to have aged hundreds of years overnight. His original graceful demeanor had completely disappeared, replaced by an old man.
He is an old man who has even his straight waist bent down, his eyes are blurry, and he is in his twilight years. Every member who has met him said that Darkan's will was broken by the conspiracy, which is why he aged so quickly.
But the emotional MPs ignored one thing...
No matter how old the Archmage is, even if he is imprisoned in a magic cage, his own powerful magic power is enough to ensure that he can persist in this kind of magic cage for a long time. In other words, the old Darkan
And the speed of weakness is abnormally fast... It's a pity that no one noticed this.
The deposed congressman sat alone in the cage. During the inspections of the law breakers three times a day, this special political prisoner seemed very quiet, but the observers did not know that Darkan's inner activities were not as good as his appearance.
Acting so calmly.
"Ahem...magic addiction."
In the quiet darkness, the former congressman coughed a few times with difficulty. He once again quietly drove the weak magic power in his body to escape into the air of the cage, like a shriveled sponge that had been compressed to the extreme. Dar
Kan is squeezing out the last trace of magic power in his body.
And after this painful process was over, an indescribable emptiness, like a ghost returning from a midnight dream, quietly grew from every bone and cell in Darkan.
He screamed like a little devil, calling his master to find the magic power. The soreness and numbness in the bone marrow was like ants crawling, making Darkan fall to the ground, hugging his limbs tightly, and trembling.
He was like a traveler walking in the desert who was about to die of thirst, or like a drug addict addicted to blood poison. His eyes were dull, his lips were chapped, and he was letting out meaningless sobs from his throat.
This outstanding archmage could feel that the desire for magic was swallowing him up bit by bit, shaking his iron will, and frantically trying to destroy his body and mind. The addiction to magic... He finally felt it
The high elves were born with a curse, but this...may also be his chance.
Darkan once reported his research results on Sarlain to the Sun King, but like all cunning conspirators, Darkan held back. He only elaborated on several possibilities for the birth of Sarlain, but did not fully reveal the story.
The secret, in fact, is that this wise archmage has reverse-engineered the channeling used by Tyrion when he summoned the two blood mages based on the traces of spellcasting left in the ruins of Dysom and with the help of unknowing councilors.
Magic circle.
His research results have proven that Sarain's thirst for blood is actually derived from the high elves' desire for magic power. The composition of the two is exactly the same, but with the addition of the special factor of death, it completely changes
way to realize this desire.
In short, Dar'Kan knew exactly how to transform a Sarlayin, but it was his own secret and he could not share it with the Sun King.
But now, with everything lost, Darkan needs a chance to reverse the situation, and the secret he holds in his hand becomes the final weight.
"Buzz"
In the darkness outside the mana cage, the phantom of Tichondrius appeared again, but this time it stretched out the suppressed magic power, and its phantom appeared very difficultly, just like a disturbed TV picture.
There are uneven shadows on the periphery of the shadow.
"Darkhan...you failed, a shameful failure."
The Dread Lord did not waste time laughing at the extremely weak high elf archmage in front of him. He said straight to the point:
"But the power of mortals is so weak. Maybe I can't blame you, but I know that I can smell the unwillingness in your heart. Come on, Darkan, join us, and the Legion will overturn your failure for you!"
"Ahem, I lost."
Darkan was awakened. He climbed up from the cage with difficulty and leaned against the glass-like cell wall. He did not look at Tichondrius. He just said with difficulty in a hoarse and dry voice:
"I lost everything, which makes me feel like I hate this world... I know what you want, Tichondrius, what I know is the hiding place of the 37 rune stones in the Banti Renor Barrier,
It is placed in the secret room on the top floor of my mage tower. The magic key is "Silver Moon Supreme", go and get it."
"kindness?"
Darkan's "cooperation" made Tichondrius very surprised. The Dread Lords are all a group of conspiracy theorists. The more frank Darkan behaves, the less Tichondrius trusts him. The phantom of the Dread Lord expresses suspicion.
He looked at Darkan with his eyes.
This malicious and suspicious look shocked the Archmage who had his back turned to it. He immediately realized his mistake. After a moment, he covered it up with a series of difficult coughs, and then he opened his mouth to put forward his conditions.
.
"I will wait here for the day when you overthrow Anastarian's rule, and I will watch with hope that the stupid king falls in a pool of blood... You owe me this, Tichondrius
, after his death, I will become the King of Quel'Thalas! If your legion is really as powerful as you say, then you should be able to easily satisfy my "trivial" request... huh?
"
"Haha, this is right."
Tichondrius rubbed his chin and let out a series of cunning laughter. In its view, any transaction is based on desire. Now that Darkan has made a request, it proves that the conditions he gave are
Such a ray of credibility.
The Dread Lord understands the thinking of the Avengers very well. In its opinion, the current Darkan Drasil completely fits the template of the Avengers... But the Dread Lord has overlooked one thing. Not all Avengers will accept external forces.
Help, many people prefer to achieve revenge by their own strength...
"Don't worry, your request is reasonable and insignificant... Try to live, Darkan Drasil, your situation looks... very bad, hahaha, but if you die, I will
I would be happy to put your soul into a demon body to fulfill my promise."
As he spoke, the figure of the Dread Lord disappeared into the darkness. After waiting for ten minutes, Darkan confirmed that Tichondrius had left. A trace of disdain flashed across the face of the weak Archmage, and his fingers touched the ground.
Stroking the invisible cracks, a trace of desire shone in his eyes.
He rubbed it and pointed the black ring on his finger tremblingly at his heart. In the dark night, he knelt on the ground, like a believer who longed for power.
"Stupid devil... everything I want, I'll get it myself!"
"The power of blood... Blood Mistress, such a powerful power, I saw it... that is, that is my future!"
The Archmage, who was increasingly struggling to resist the addiction, took a deep breath. He used up his last strength to activate the small mechanism on the edge of the ring. A sharp silver spike pierced the surface of the ring, like a
Like a needle, it pierced Darkan's heart...
"puff"
Blood spurted out, and the Archmage fell on his back. He could feel the blood flowing out of his body bit by bit, and the life was dissipating, but there was no pain on his face. Even the hunger and thirst of demonic addiction in his body were neutralized by the coldness of death.
, there was a strange serenity on that old face.
It's like...like a child who is about to get the most wonderful gift...