"We should stay here and not give up the ancestral land of the high elves, Quel'Thalas. This will always be our home! We cannot betray it!"
In Dysom Fortress, the Ranger King Hawksbill slapped the table. The angry look of this old elf general did not have any elegance that an elf should have. He shouted loudly to the ranger lords and mage lords in front of him:
:
"I will not run away from my home with my tail between my legs! My soldiers and I are staying here. You gave up Silvermoon City, but I haven't given up yet! Whether it's trolls, undead, or those damn plants, who can
Don’t even think about taking my home away from me! Don’t even think about it!”
"No one said anything about leaving, General Hawksbill."
Archmage Romans said coldly:
"Of course the soldiers have to stay here to defend our land, but what about the civilians? Nearly a million civilians have been displaced in the entire southern forest. Crazy plants are spreading from the north to the southern forest. Soon, the southern forest will also become
No longer safe, tell me, General, what are you going to do to protect your people?"
"With my bow and my sword!"
The old general refused to give in. He stared at the archmage in front of him:
"Before I fall, no one can harm them! If the forest is no longer safe, we will cut down all these trees. 6,800 years ago, the ancestors of Dath'Remar also led the ancestors to create the Sun Chaser.
Era...the will left by the ancestors has shrouded this land. What the ancestors could do, can’t we, the descendants of the blood, not be able to do it?”
"This is not a problem that can be solved by pure will... Calm down, General Hawksbill! Send the civilians out of Quel'Thalas first. None of us will give up on Quel'Thalas. We will stay in Quel'Thalas."
Fight with you here!"
A very tired Lor'themar Theron gritted his teeth and said:
"But whatever happens, civilians are always innocent."
"Ha! Now you know the civilians are innocent?"
The Ranger King looked at the lords in front of him with contempt:
"When the Sun King goes crazy and provokes those undead lunatics, why don't you think about the innocent civilians? Using Lilesa's daughter as a bargaining chip to try to win a disgusting victory? Why don't I know when the country I serve will change?
Has it become like this? Obscene! Dirty! This is the trouble your own arbitrariness has caused to our country, and now, the initiator of everything is asking me to take care of the overall situation?"
Hawksbill's shrill voice echoed in the room:
"You don't deserve to call yourself warriors at all, you are just a bunch of bastards risking your country and civilians! You make me feel sick!"
This direct slap in the face made the lords in front of them speechless. After all, no one is a prophet, and no one could have predicted that the original adventure would lead to so many and such bad consequences, but now it has happened.
Simple accusations can't change the problem, but Hawksbill insists on staying in Quel'Thalas to defend the country's lords, which also makes the other lords powerless.
It is impossible to make substantial progress in a noisy meeting. In fact, in addition to the current meeting, the elves face many more troubles, such as the threat of the undead in the north, and the increasingly dangerous forests.
, as well as the supplies that a large number of people need for daily life... The elves can live in the forest for a long time, but the high elves who are accustomed to city life still need houses that are sheltered from the wind and rain to make them feel at ease.
The entire southern forest is shrouded in an atmosphere of panic. It is difficult to say when the people who survived the disaster will break the last chord in their hearts...
In short, the high elves of Quel'Thalas, who have lost their city and territory, are standing on the edge of a precarious cliff. They urgently need a leader who can unite everyone.
In fact, there is such a person who is very suitable, almost a natural leader, but the current situation of Prince Kael'thas is very bad. He locked himself in the house and refused to communicate with anyone. Everyone was very anxious, but
The lords also knew very well that under the current circumstances, there was really no way to force him anymore.
The pressure the prince endured was more and more terrible than anyone present, and what he lost was more bitter than anyone else.
After more than ten minutes, the meeting failed to reach any reconciliation, and ended in a noisy end. General Hawksbill was determined to lead his Queldorin Army towards Silvermoon City, and he was also preparing to
Orders were given to recall the Plateau Forward Legion that was stationed in the Hinterlands, as well as some of the mages who had been staying in the human city of Dalaran.
And some radical nobles also sided with Hawkesbill, especially the angry people who lost their loved ones and longed for revenge when Silvermoon City was destroyed. At present, the power of the parliamentary faction has finally been suppressed.
But immediately afterwards, the royal party, which had always been united, actually showed signs of splitting when the disaster struck.
This has to be said to be a kind of irony. When the pressure from the outside world increases, many people will always be exposed.
"Duh, duh, duh"
With his body bandaged, Lor'themar Theron walked alone outside the prince's room. He gritted his teeth. For the first time in his life, he did something unbecoming of a subordinate. His eyes were full of worry and resentment.
What worries me is the current state of His Highness the Prince and the situation at the top of Quel'Thalas, which is about to be divided. What makes him angry is the prince's inaction.
Lor'themar Theron is a very good ranger. He has been trained under General Lilesa since he was a child. In a sense, Lor'themar and Tyrion have very similar views: if a person has enough ability to do it,
If you fail to do some things and sit back and watch things get worse step by step, then all subsequent disasters, all chaos, and all consequences will be the responsibility of that person...a nightmare that can never be escaped.
"Your Highness Kael'thas, I know you are inside!"
Through the door, Lor'themar whispered:
"I understand that you have lost a lot, and I can understand your pain. When I was a child, my parents died on the battlefield in the war with the trolls. If it were not for the earnest teachings of General Lyressa, I might have died.
I have lost myself in pain, and I don't want to try to teach you anything, but right now, this country, we... the people of Quel'Thalas, we need you."
"I know that it is a hateful thing to force a person to return to the cold reality from extreme pain and loss, but I have to do it... You have the ability and the responsibility to restore everything now, and I can't let you lose it.
It, I don’t want you to regret it for the rest of your life...so, forgive me.”
After speaking, Lor'themar took a step back. Under the horrified gazes of the guards on both sides, the lord who always abided by the etiquette flew up and kicked the door of the prince's room in front of him.
"Kacha"
With a crisp sound, sawdust flew everywhere, and the wound on Lor'themar's abdomen burst open, dyeing the white bandage red. The ranger lord strode into the room in front of him, but to his surprise, he
I didn't see Kael'thas Sunstrider who was extremely decadent...I didn't see an alcoholic who was escaping pain and reality.
Kael'thas is still the same Kael'thas, as elegant and handsome as before, wearing meticulous robes and pendants, and even his hair is neatly combed. His prince seems to have never changed.
The fleeting fragility seemed to be just an illusion. He was half-kneeling in the center of the room. In front of him, there was a dark red magic sword stuck upside down on the floor.
His Highness the Prince's fingers touched the hilt of the sword, and the purple magic halo danced on his wrist and the hilt, as if they were communicating something.
Lor'themar who broke into the room saw the origin of the sword at a glance. He immediately understood that he had made a big mistake. The prince was not escaping from reality or reminiscing about the past. On the contrary, he was trying to crack the code alone.
The predicament at hand, in the manner of Descendants of the Sunstrider.
"Your Highness, I...I..."
Lor'themar wanted to say something, but Kael'thas stretched out his hand to stop his apology. The prince's voice became a little lower and colder than before, and he said softly:
"You're here just in time, Lor'themar. Go and call all the lords of the royal party, including Hawksbill, including those members of the parliamentary faction... let them come over!"
"Let them witness my coronation!"
"As you command!"
A trace of joy flashed in the eyes of the ranger lord, and he left the room. A moment later, the lords of Quel'Thalas who received the news rushed to the front of the heavily guarded room from various places. Hawksbill, Archmage Roman
Si, Lor'themar Theron, Kassel Brightwing, these lords with military power stared at the room.
There, the purple halo on the body of Prince Kael'thas who was half kneeling on the ground became brighter and more gorgeous, full of the mysterious beauty of magic. That sword, that lost luster of the magic sword, represented Quel'tha.
The supreme sword of Rath's Sunstrider, the ancestor of the first Sun King Dath'Remar, was also a legendary weapon that was famous in the Elf Empire thousands of years ago.
Flame Strike is a weapon that only obeys the Sun King. It has witnessed the prosperity of the Elf Empire and the tragedy of demons ravaging Azeroth thousands of years ago. It has followed its master to resist the dark power of the stars. It has witnessed
It won a difficult victory, but also carried the great schism thousands of years ago. It is no exaggeration to say that this sword itself is the embodiment of the civilization and evolution history of the high elves of Quel'Thalas.
The meaning it represents has long gone beyond the existence of the sword itself.
"bass"
With a clear sword cry, Kael'thas pulled up the gray flame strike from the ground. He raised it diagonally to the sky, and balls of golden fire burst out from the surrounding space.
As if it has its own will, it is wrapped around the blade of this tarnished legendary sword.
The indistinct chirping made the lords watching this scene look left and right. It was like the chirping of birds, but it seemed more ethereal. The golden flames were beating and entwined around the dark red sword blade.
It seems like the steel is melting, and under the extreme high temperature, even the air and light are distorted, but that is not an illusion.
Kael'thas could feel that the long sword in his hand was shaping bit by bit, as if it was melting in the flames. He could feel that this weapon seemed to have its own soul, working with him.
Communication is changing its form according to Kael'thas's usage habits and his own will. It is the power flowing in this ancient blade.
A higher level of power... It doesn't matter who made this sword, when it was made, or what material it was made of. In the thousands of years of symbiosis with the Sunwell, the weapon itself
has also been changed.
"Wow"
Under the gaze of everyone, the golden flames beat endlessly until the body of Prince Kael'thas was also enveloped in the blazing flames, just like the opening of a grand ceremony. The golden flames were fleeting, and Kael'thas
On Prince Si's body, there was also a rotating ball of flames, and on his green shoulder pads, a miniature, lifelike golden-red phoenix.
It has beautiful feathers, and its whole body is dotted with the most beautiful flame feathers. It is an elemental creature made by the talented Kael'thas Sunstrider. And now, in the hands of the prince and the sword in his hand,
When the fire was reborn, this elemental creature was also given new power.
Fire...fire was with him.
In the sound like the cry of the phoenix, Kael'thas raised the Flame Strike in his hand. The sword had completely changed its appearance. When the prince held it in his hand, it was like a bright phoenix claw, sharp and noble.
And fatal, with a heavy and irresistible majesty.
Kael'thas took a step forward, and an endlessly burning flame crown composed entirely of golden flames appeared above his head. The moment he stepped out of the room, the surrounding Phoenix Guards all knelt down.
Kneeling, they are offering their loyalty to the new king of Quel'Thalas.
"My lords."
Kael'thas looked at the lords in front of him with cold eyes, and he said softly:
"I will take my people to join the never-ending war. Quel'Thalas will no longer evade its responsibilities and lives. I will rebuild Quel'Thalas, but not now... in everything
After everything has settled, I will take you back here, to the eternal home of the high elves, but not now!"
"I have seen the war in the future, the more painful and terrifying war. I will join it without hesitation, and even die on the battlefield of life and death. But this is not to save my world, this is about my people.
Their world...the only world they have, this is the battle I must fight as king!"
