15. Shame of the Sun King---for the old Nie brothers next door [1/10]
"Your Majesty, a tragedy occurred in the village of Doraquiel last night. A high-level mage who was driven crazy by magic addiction detonated his magic, destroyed his house, and killed 17 innocent civilians."
Ranger Lord Lor'themar Theron stood in front of the Sun King and reported in a low voice:
"This is already the 27th crazy mage this month. The situation is getting worse and worse... The people's complaints are also getting stronger. If this continues, we will have internal chaos."
"I know, I can see it, Lor'themar, I can see it."
Kael'thas Sunstrider, who was overwhelmed by the sudden outbreak of magic addiction, leaned back on his chair tiredly. He rubbed his forehead with his fingers. In fact, not only civilians, but also a powerful mage like him, in the middle of the night,
At this time, he could also hear the weak desire for magic power in his body, but because he was holding the Sun Chaser Holy Sword, his addiction to magic was greatly weakened.
But even so, every time he traveled during the recent period, he could see the numbness and pain on the faces of his people, which made Kael'thas feel like a knife.
In a place with rich products like Feralas, there is no shortage of food. High elves are also elves. Their body's thirst for food is not as strong as that of humans. Eating some fruits every day and supplementing it with some meat can satisfy their physical needs.
nutrition, but the addiction to magic... This thing must be suppressed with enough magic power, and magic power is exactly what they need most now.
The reason why Kael'thas brought his people to Feralas in the first place was not only the alliance between his fathers and the Sindra Highborne Elves, but also another important reason, which was because he heard about the Sindra Elves from various channels.
In this situation, as elves who are also addicted to magic, none of the Sindra Highborne elves have an outbreak of magic addiction. This shows that in the hands of the highborne elves who have persisted in the city of Elrethalas for 10,000 years, there is a cure for magic addiction.
Or a way to satisfy your addiction.
This is what the Sun King desires most.
However, he and his people have been in Feralas for several months, but they still haven't got a single idea about curing the addiction to magic, because he had previously promised to accept the elves of Syndra, the high elves.
.Repented.
"Bang"
The door was pushed open, and the Archmage Rommath walked into the Sun King's office angrily. He ignored that Lor'themar was still beside him. The old mage looked at his Majesty, and he asked straightforwardly:
"Sun King, we have followed the request of the high-level elves and helped them drive away the ogres occupying the outer city of Elrethalas. Why! Why haven't we been allowed to enter that city with enough magic? People
Suffering! Your Majesty, there is enough magic in Elrethalas, which is only one step away from us. I can smell it from such a distance, why can't we go in?"
"Master Romance..."
The Sun King motioned Lor'themar to close the door with his eyes. He looked at Rommath and said softly:
"Calm down..."
"I can't calm down! Your Majesty!"
The old mage's emotions were like adding fuel to the fire. The fire of anger was rolling in his eyes, and he shouted loudly:
"I can't calm down! Yesterday, I lost my best apprentice! Today, I almost lost another one! Following your instructions, I tried my best to comfort the restless councilors, but everyone! Everyone among us
After losing their loved ones, our people, every day, every day, civilians whose will has been defeated become heartless... Are you just looking at it like this?"
Rommath's only remaining palm was clenched into a fist. Driven by anger, he exceeded the restrictions between monarch and minister at this moment. He roared somewhat madly:
"You just sit peacefully on your throne and watch indifferently that your people are getting weaker day by day? You just watch with cold eyes! Some members of Congress suspect that you have reached some agreement with the shady Prince Tortheldrin.
Disgusting transaction...Is this really the case? Kael'thas Sunstrider! Tell me what the truth is!"
"Enough! Archmage!"
Lor'themar Theron interrupted Rommath's roar loudly. He took a step forward, grabbed the archmage's empty long sleeve, and said in a deep voice:
"You are so rude! Your Majesty has his own considerations! You cannot doubt His Majesty's kindness to the people. He is in more pain than you!"
"Pain is useless! Pity is useless! Kindness is even more useless!"
The angry Archmage gritted his teeth and said:
"Methods! What the people need is methods to solve problems. This is the most important thing!"
The atmosphere in the room was stagnant at this moment. Lor'themar opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but looking at Kael'thas who was silent, he then looked at the angry and disappointed archmage. He finally
Closed his mouth.
After a few suffocating minutes, Kael'thas leaned his head on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath:
"You want to know the truth? Romance... you want to know, right?"
"Okay! I'll tell you, I'll tell you all the truth."
A trace of pain and shame flashed across the handsome face of the young Sun King. He covered half of his face with his hands and said in a hoarse voice:
"We were deceived... This is the truth, Rommath, Lor'themar, this is the truth you want to know... We were deceived!"
"My ancestor, Dath'Remar. Sunstrider's diary records the story of the Syndra Highborne of Elre'Thalas. In his diary, there is a message for his descendants. He said that one day, Joquel
Thalass has encountered a force majeure threat, and we can turn to our allies in Kalimdor for help in accordance with our previous alliance."
"The existence of the Syndra elves is a secret passed down from generation to generation by the Sunstrider family. In fact, the relationship between the Sunstrider family and Syndra has never been broken."
Kael'thas Sunstrider talked about the family's secrets. He looked at his two subordinates, a hint of embarrassment shone in his eyes, and he said softly:
"After Quel'Thalas was destroyed and I was desperate, I sent the Sunsail Fleet and asked Lana'thel as my representative to come to Elre'Thalas to ask for help from the Sindra elves.
Prince Cedelin met with Lannathel, and he very generously agreed to our request, and in exchange, he hopes that we can help them eradicate the ogre kingdom that has occupied the outer city of Elrethalas."
"Yeah. We know that."
Archmage Rommath also slowly calmed down. From Kael'thas's posture, he felt that things might not be simple. He thought and nodded:
"The news brought back by Ms. Lannathel gave the entire council hope, which is why we arrived here. But at first we only did it because it was the guidance of the Holy Sword Quel'Delar, but we didn't expect that this was
Your arrangement."
"I'm sorry I lied to you."
Kael'thas let out a sigh of relief:
"Under the circumstances at that time, the people needed a miracle to support their inner hope. Using the holy sword Quel'Delar passed down from generation to generation in Quel'Thalas as an excuse was obviously more inspiring for the people. I was just like you at that time,
We thought that Elrethalath and the Sindra elves would be the hope to save the high elves, but... we paid a heavy casualty..."
The anger in the Sun King's heart was also beating in his beautiful green eyes at this moment, and his voice became deeper:
"Our rangers and mages suffered heavy casualties, even rejecting our human allies' requests for help. Just for that glimmer of hope, we spent 2 months removing the Gordok Ogres from their territory.
I rushed back to the wilderness from the lair. I thought that was the end of the matter. I thought that the two tribes would share the gift of Elrethalas, but..."
"But Torcedrin lied to us, that filthy bastard!"
The fact that Kael'thas, who had received an excellent education since childhood, could use foul language fully demonstrated his inner anger. He looked at the subordinates in front of him and gritted his teeth and said:
"When I asked him to open the door to welcome our people to Elre'Thalas, that bastard shamelessly refused. He told me that he was very grateful to the high elves for everything they had done for Elre'Thalas, but
The magic power of Eretharas is limited and cannot be supplied to our nearly one million people. He told me that he can only accept at most one-tenth of the people into that city."
"How could he do this!"
Archmage Rommath was also stunned by the shamelessness of the Sindra Elf leader. His remaining fist smashed on the table, and he gritted his teeth and said:
"Torcedrin is a noble of the upper elf. He is an elder who lived ten thousand years ago. How could he...how could he be so shameless!"
Ranger Lord Lor'themar Theron stood aside with a sullen face. Although this powerful ranger did not speak, the fire shining in his eyes also proved Lor'themar's mood at this time.
"I rejected his outrageous suggestion!"
Kael'thas took a deep breath to calm down, and said softly:
"I can't abandon any of my people, so I asked him to fulfill his promise! But that guy... He was like a madman who had lost his mind. He closed the door of Ere'Thalas in front of me.
As for the inner city gate, that bastard knows very well that with the current exhaustion of our mages, we cannot forcefully open the magic city gate built during the Elf Empire."
"He told me that because of my rude rejection of his "gift of mercy", he was going to lower the number of high elves who could enter the city to 50,000 again, and...and..."
The Sun King closed his eyes and said in an emotionless voice:
"And he also asked me to hand over the holy sword Quel'Delar and the Sunstrider's holy sword Flame Strike as "compensation" for my rudeness. Otherwise, he would sit back and watch the civilization of the high elves collapse in this wilderness."
"Bang"
Lor'themar couldn't listen anymore. He ran his fingers across his waist, and a cold light pierced the table. He held the dagger deep into the table. The ranger lord looked at his majesty. He was very serious and extremely cold.
Say word for word:
"No! Your Majesty, you should have told us this earlier... You don't have to suffer such humiliation... Maybe the way to enter that city is not just to beg that madman to "have mercy"!"
"We deserve those magic powers. If that lunatic doesn't give it to us... we'll get it ourselves!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The fire of anger in Archmage Rommath's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he said in a deep voice:
"You don't need to bear this yourself, you should tell us this fact... Although we failed, yes, yes, we were driven out of our homes, but this does not mean that any one
Madmen from thousands of years ago can ride on us and laugh wildly. From the day Quel'Thalas was founded, we have never been afraid of war."
"I...I was also thinking about how to tell everyone about this."
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Kael'thas' young face, and he said:
"This incident was all caused by my trusting Cedelin too easily. Because of my wrong judgment, our people have reached the edge of the cliff. I just... I just don't want to put any more pressure on you. I don't want it to
You think I'm a weak leader, and I don't want you to lose faith in the Sunstrider..."
He let out a long breath, his eyes full of loneliness:
"If my father were here, he would definitely do a hundred times better than me."
"Don't be stupid, Your Majesty."
Archmage Rommath, who had just questioned Kael'thas aggressively, straightened his back at this moment. He looked at the young king and said:
"I and all members of Congress are fully aware of the pressure you are under in this terrible situation. This is a race and a civilized future. It is too inhumane for you to bear such pressure alone. We, those of us who follow
The people behind you are all people you can trust... Your Majesty, I will convene the Silver Moon Council right now. You don’t need to hide anything, just tell all the members."
The Archmage took a deep breath. He turned back and looked out the window at the ten thousand year old city in the distance. A trace of frost flashed in his eyes:
"Lord Lor'themar is absolutely right. It's time to get back the magic power we deserve, and it's also time to make the traitors pay the price."
"Our people need a city to rest and live... Your Majesty, don't you think that Elrethalas is actually very suitable?"
"this..."
Kael'thas raised his head suddenly. He looked at the Archmage and then at Lor'themar. From the expressions of the two subordinates he relied on most, he realized that Rommath was not joking. Although Kael'thas
He has experienced the disaster of the fall of Quel'Thalas and the tragedy of the Battle of Northern Xinjiang, but if the king's profession is also a profession, he is undoubtedly still a beginner in this profession, and he is not as good as his predecessors.
Such a thick face and a dark heart.
Facing the hesitant Majesty, Rommath and Lor'themar looked at each other, and finally the Archmage, who had experienced many storms, persuaded him in a low voice:
"Young Majesty, look to the east. For the future of their people, our human allies can kill the savage barbarians and water the flower of hope of the human empire with the blood of another race... If the human empire
Those young kings can do this and make up their minds, why can't we?"
"Your Majesty, what the king needs is not only mercy and kindness, you also need a sharp sword to kill enemies, and a cold heart to kill, just like the most "outstanding" compatriot in the history of high elves,
That peer of yours...Tyrion Dawnblade, Your Majesty, if you want to become a truly wise king, you must learn more from him."
