"His Royal Highness, on behalf of His Majesty Terenas of Lordaeron, I express my regret for the disaster that you and your people have suffered. His Majesty the King asked me to inform you that a piece of land can be set aside in Stratholme for your people to temporarily use.
Cultivation, and Lordaeron will provide you with the necessary supplies."
"Your Highness, Gilneas is also in disaster. His Majesty Greymane understands your current situation very well. If you are willing, we welcome you and your people to move to Gilneas."
"Your Highness the Prince..."
In the Dysholm Fortress in the southeast corner of Quel'Thalas, Prince Kael'thas tiredly sent away waves of envoys who came to express condolences. Everything that happened in Quel'Thalas in one day has already been revealed.
The news spread throughout the entire human empire. In addition to bringing indifferent greetings from the kings, these envoys were trying to find out the next move of the high elves.
Obviously, the news of the undead appearing in Quel'Thalas has tugged on the most sensitive chord in the hearts of the kings. They are eager to know how the high elves plan to deal with all this.
No one wants the high elves to abandon their homeland just like this. From a selfish and cruel point of view, it seems to be the best for everyone to let the elves stay in Quel'Thalas and block the undead from the south for the human empire.
choice.
And the high elves are also capable of doing all this... It's not an exaggeration. Although the Lich King's legion destroyed most of Silvermoon City, and although Tyrion seized the opportunity to destroy the Sunwell, except for the crazy Blood Matron,
Thousands of civilians died that night, as well as casualties in the attack and defense of Silvermoon City, and the high elves lost one-tenth of their population.
The casualties in Quel'Thalas have been severe, but they have retained a relatively complete military strength. Before the disaster, the Sun King mobilized most of the country's troops to the southern forests to prevent the South.
The undead in Xinjiang went crazy. This move unexpectedly saved the military power of Quel'Thalas. When the undead invaded Silvermoon City, the army was desperately rushing back. When the wrath of nature broke out, the army
Escort the people from the battlefield.
At present, the nearly 1.4 million people in Silvermoon City have been temporarily resettled in the safer area between the southern forest and Stratholme, while the undamaged Farstrider Legion and Firewing Mage Regiment have been placed in the southern forest.
On the defensive line, as long as the undead scourge around the northeastern coast of Quel'Thalas does not continue to move south, the elves are not in much danger for the time being.
It can be said that the undead's attack on Quel'Thalas this time suffered much less damage than the original battle in history.
But this was definitely not enough to make Prince Kael'thas feel relaxed. In fact, the prince's current mentality was almost broken, and he lost almost everything overnight.
"Your Highness, are you okay?"
The prince's attendant, Lana Thel, walked into Kael'thas' room with a cup of hot tea. The fortress of Desom was naturally not as grand as Silvermoon City, but the managers here had done their best to decorate the room where the prince stayed.
Maybe I did my best, but at this time, in the cool night, this house seemed very quiet.
The prince was sitting alone on a chair. He did not turn on the light, causing the room to be dark. Lana Seer could vaguely see an outline. Her prince was slumping down on the chair tiredly, holding his forehead with his left hand and covering his entire body.
The body was trying to bury itself in the darkness, that kind of depression, that kind of depression, that kind of pain, that kind of loss that Lannathel had never seen in the prince.
It was as if he had changed into a different person, from someone who owned everything to someone who owned nothing.
This made Lana Thel feel distressed.
She walked slowly into the room, put the hot tea on the table, then walked to the prince, stretched out her hand, hugged Kael'thas gently, put his face on her abdomen, and when her fingers touched the prince
When she touched her cheek, Lannasel felt the coolness on her fingertips.
He cried...silent tears flowing freely on his handsome cheeks.
Kael'thas Sunstrider, this man who is so proud that he is unwilling to bow to the whole world, is sitting alone in the darkness at this moment, crying alone. This darkness is like his curtain, even if he is in a
In the midst of endless pain, he was unwilling to let the whole world see his weakness.
"Your Highness..."
Lannathel's voice also became sad. When Silvermoon City was destroyed, she also lost her relatives. She could understand the pain and helplessness in Kael'thas's heart. After a moment, she knelt down and
, burying their faces on the prince's shoulders, the two poor people hugged each other, letting tears stagger across each other's faces.
"I have nothing left, Lana Thel... I have nothing left, they destroyed everything for me... Why? Why us? We obviously..."
Kael'thas's deep voice made Lannathel's heart feel even more painful. She strengthened her hands and held the prince tightly in her arms. She whispered:
"No, Your Highness, no, you will never walk alone..."
"You and I...you and your people, all the high elves who are loyal to the Sunstrider family, everyone, we will follow you, no matter where you take us."
The true expression of love at a vulnerable moment became more and more precious. Lana'thel's voice also made Kael'thas feel a little warmth in his painful heart. For the first time, he took the initiative to respond to Lana'thel's feelings. He hugged her.
Her body, he whispered:
"We don't have a home anymore... Lana Thel, our home... is destroyed."
"Then let's build another home! With our hands!"
Lannathel gritted her teeth and said:
"The high elves will not succumb to disaster. As long as you are here, there will be a second Quel'Thalas sooner or later, a Quel'Thalas that will never fall."
"Papa pa pa"
Just after Lana'thel said these words, a low burst of applause suddenly sounded in the corner of the room, which shocked Kael'thas and Lana'thel. The entire military of Quel'Thalas
When all the power was concentrated near Dysom, this fortress should have been the safest place on the earth, but now... there is someone they didn't find hiding next to them.
The high elf prince pushed Lana Thel away, and two flames jumped out of his hands. He took a step forward and stood in front of Lana Thel. The flames beating in his hands illuminated the dark room. At this moment, that
The strange figure of the intruder appeared in front of him.
When they saw him, both Lannathel, who wanted to warn him, and Prince Kael'thas himself showed dull expressions.
Because what they were standing in front of was a person who should have died, a ghost.
Salorian Morningseeker... His Majesty Anasterian's most loyal captain of the guard, the royal general who died on the front line the night the Blood Matron went crazy, Lana'thel's elder, Quel'Thala
The warrior of Sri Lanka...the warrior of the past.
Salorian is a completely different person now.
He was still wearing the melted silver armor, which didn't look very coordinated, but his old face had regained its youth, and his long white hair was brushing on his shoulders. He seemed to still have his original body shape, but only
There were those eyes, shining in the firelight, eyes the color of blood.
In this environment, it makes people feel somewhat chilly.
"You are worthy of being a descendant of the Morning Seeker family, Lana Thel. Even after experiencing disaster, your will is still as firm as a sharp blade. This makes me very happy."
Salorian ignored the vigilant attitudes of the two people in front of him. He first praised his descendants for their will not to succumb to disaster, and then he set his sights on Kael'thas.
"Put down your magic, Your Highness, you grew up under my watch. It was I who taught you how to swing a sword for the first time, and I witnessed all the time when you became a prince. I am not here to be hostile to you today.
, I just came to convey a message... In addition, your performance is very disappointing, Kael'thas, and you have disappointed many people who silently follow you."
Salorian's profound words stunned Kael'thas, but Lannathel behind the prince did not let down her guard. She asked sharply:
"Even if you were once my elder, now, Salorian, tell me, have you become a monster? And how did you get past those warnings and appear here?"
"I...maybe already a monster."
General Morning Seeker made no secret of his abnormality. He raised his finger, and a bloody halo wrapped around his fingertips. This action made Lannathel raise the wand in his hand again, but the next moment,
Salorian returned to her question very bluntly.
"The entire defense system of Quel'Thalas has not changed in thousands of years. For someone like me who is extremely familiar with it, it is not difficult to avoid detection guards and patrolling ranger mages.
What's more, the darkness has given me new power..."
The conversation between the two fell into silence. Lannathel quietly looked at the prince beside him, while the prince looked at Sarain in front of him silently. After a moment, he asked in a hoarse voice:
"You just said... Many people are paying attention to me. I just want to know, General Salorian... Who are you loyal to now? My father, my father... In the end, does he have any
..."
"What news do you expect from me?"
The morning seeker answered the question by saying:
"If I tell you that His Majesty did not die, will you feel relieved? If we tell you that he died on the island of Quel'Danas, will you feel despair?"
"The time for turning to others for help is over, my prince... The person who shielded you from the wind and rain and tried his best to pave the way for you has left. Accept this reality. From today on, the entire Quel'Thalas
, the fate of the entire race will be shouldered by you, Kael'thas Sunstrider."
"This will be a heavy mission and a future that is as daunting as a tiger. The high elves have been dragged down from the top of civilization. From now on, you will lead a group of homeless people to survive in the cracks of hardship. This will
It is the most terrifying test you will face, but...but some people hope that you and the people behind you will not stop, move forward bravely, and leave everything behind in the past!"
"Whether it is happiness or sadness... there is no time to look back at the past. Your Highness, it is time to set off."
"Keng"
A dark red magic sword was inserted in front of Kael'thas' eyes. The sword's unique shape was like glass burned by flames. There were black burn marks on the outside of the sword, making it look gray.
It doesn't show any elegance at all.
But anyone who can see its preciousness will know that this is a sharp blade that is universal in the world, and the meaning it carries has long gone beyond the weapon itself.
"This is...this is..."
Lannathel's eyes were fixed on the magic sword stuck upside down on the floor. She wanted to say the name of the sword, but before she could say it, Salorian stretched out her hand and stopped her.
Descendants.
General Sarain stared at the prince in front of him, and he saw the confusion in Kael'thas's eyes, like a child at a fork in the road who didn't know where to go.
"Pick it up, Kael'thas, this is your destiny. A forgotten man asked me to tell you that you are too weak. You have to become stronger. Not only strength, but also will. You are born with
You should sit on the throne of the King of High Elves, but to carry the people's expectations, that crown is heavier than you think..."
"So, he's not dead?"
Kael'thas raised his head and looked at Morning Seeker. The longing look in his eyes made Sarain shake his head:
"I won't tell you the answer. I can only say that we will pay attention to your future in the dark. When you are qualified and capable of knowing the truth, we will wait for your arrival... Before that, pull out
Take out that sword and become the new king in the hearts of the people! Inspire their fighting spirit and courage..."
"If you want to become great... then you have to make sacrifices. This is cruel, cruel to anyone, but this is the rule of the adult world. I don't know that you erase the sadness in your heart,
How long will it take to get back on your feet, but we can only give you one night..."
"The moment the sun rises tomorrow, you, the high elves commanded by Sun King Kael'thas Sunstrider... will join this war of honor and survival!"
"Kael'thas Sunstrider, ask yourself...are you ready?"
Salorian's figure turned into a bloody shadow in the darkness, slowly dissipating into the cold night, and at the moment he disappeared, the voice of the elders quietly sounded in Lana Thel's ears:
"You want to stand behind Kael'thas? No... Lana'thel, you should stand in his shadow. He has his way to greatness, and your way is also close at hand. Above
As the holder of the ancient dragon-forged blade, I declare that you will take over Quel'Delar, but before you can truly wield the dragon-forged blade, you must prove yourself to it..."
"Good luck to you, my descendant, good luck to you...Shadow of the Sun..."
