In a sense, he is much smarter than his brothers and sisters.
It is said that power is extremely poisonous. As the old saying goes, it is unfortunate to be born into an emperor's family.
Kael'thas definitely has reason to claim that being born as a prince of the elves would be the real misfortune.
The one he envied most was Prince Alsace. As a prince, Alsace had a good chance of inheriting his father's throne.
King Terenas is old, and even if he is not killed by Thrall, he will not live for a few more years.
Looking at the Elf King, he is only over 3,000 years old.
Compared with Tyrande and Malfurion, the Elf King is just a young, pretty young lady.
Kael'thas sadly discovered that if no accident occurred, the title of prince on his head would not be removed in another ten thousand years.
Although it is not easy for high elves to reproduce offspring, and the Elf King is not the Malfurion couple who live apart all year round, even if a child is born in a hundred years, Kael'thas should have thirty brothers and sisters.
Unfortunately, Kael'thas' outstanding brothers and sisters were either "killed" in the war against the trolls, or "accidentally" became addicted to magic and lost their minds, and were ruthlessly exiled. Kael'thas is the only one left with great achievements.
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It is said that the Elf King Anasterian is a benevolent king who is loved and supported by the people, but he will never be merciful in the face of threats to the throne.
What can Kael'thas do? He can only be obsessed with romance, mess around with women, and not do his job properly. Although he will inevitably be reprimanded by the Elf King and hate iron, it is better than dying unexpectedly.
Kael'thas's forbearance, his deliberate efforts, and his ability to hide his strength and bide his time successfully managed to hide it from the Elf King, but unfortunately, the more astute Sylvanas saw through it at a glance.
"Kael'thas, do you really want to be a prince for ten thousand years?" Sylvanas smiled maliciously.
"I think there is nothing wrong with being graceful and graceful for ten thousand years, especially those short-lived species. Think of their short-lived beauty, watch them gradually wither, grow old, and turn into a handful of dust. In fact, it is also a kind of life.
My thoughts. Oh! I have attended the funerals of many close friends, and every time I feel like I have gained a new lease of life.”
"Oh, really? Maybe I misjudged you. You are more suitable to be a sentimental bard, singing for those lost confidantes. It's a pity that you missed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You should have become an elf.
The king’s.”
Sylvanas deliberately teased, with deep meaning hidden in her words, successfully arousing Kael'thas' interest.
Kael'thas remained silent as he found a bottle of fine wine that he had collected for many years.
"Want a drink? General Ranger."
In a secret room, the two of them drank face to face.
"This is an excellent opportunity, Prince Kael'thas. The Elf King insists on taking in the orcs. People in Silvermoon City are panicking. The people are increasingly dissatisfied with the Elf King and urgently need a new king to replace him. Are you willing to miss this opportunity?
Prince Kael'thas?"
Sylvanas analyzed the situation and carefully gave Kael'thas pointers.
"But how can I fight against the divine weapon Fiery Strike?" Kael'thas frowned and said with a worried look on his face: "To be honest, I have secretly collected a lot of magical weapons, but unfortunately none of them can fight against my father."
"The wise will take advantage of the situation." Sylvanas taught His Highness the Prince in a wise tone:
"The orcs destroyed Lordaeron. Prince Arthas hates the orcs the most. If you can stand up and kill these orcs, he will be happy to meet your little request. As you know, Arthas has an artifact called Frost.
The Sorrow is said to have a powerful power that even the guardians are afraid of, let alone a mere flame strike."
Sylvanas put the vial containing the plague into Kael'thas's hand and explained its use in detail: "You know what to do, Your Highness."
"I'm afraid I can't do it. My father's guards are all his cronies, so I can only try." Kael'thas put away the vial and shook his head.
Sylvanas hesitated for a moment, then smiled lightly and said:
"Your Highness, you can't hide this from me. Many of your father's cronies are secretly loyal to you. I remember the great astromancer Kapnion and the chief technician Talonikas."
Kael'thas looked at Sylvanas in surprise, feeling cold all over his body. This woman was so terrifying. She actually knew everything.
"For Quel'Thalas." Sylvanas said seriously.
"For Quel'Thalas." Kael'thas whispered.
The two held hands together.
Kael'thas was not fully prepared to overthrow his father's rule and replace him with it.
He also has his own judgment, worries, and hesitation about whether he should trust the Scourge.
Kael'thas's hesitation and absent-mindedness were quickly noticed by Jaina beside him.
"Kyle, are you feeling uncomfortable?" Jaina asked with concern on her face.
"Jaina." Kael'thas squeezed Jaina's fingers and stared into her beautiful eyes: "I am confused and urgently need your guidance. What do you think of the orcs in Silvermoon City?"
"Orcs?" Jaina quickly narrowed her eyes. She noticed the abnormality in Kael'thas' tone. Today, Jaina has grown up and is no longer the little girl who was deceived by the orcs.
"Orcs are a group of dangerous beasts. They are cruel, ruthless, and treacherous. Sooner or later, they will bring disaster to Silvermoon City." Jaina took a deep breath and lowered her voice: "Don't believe them, Kyle, you'd better advise.
Advise the Elf King to kill them all."
Kael'thas was overjoyed, and the support of his beloved woman greatly increased his confidence.
Kael'thas didn't know Jaina well enough to understand the disconnect between Jaina and Thrall.
He believes too much in his own charm.
"It's great that you think so too. It's a pity that my father is too stubborn. In fact, I have a plan..."
Sylvanas, who was waiting for the news, suddenly had a bad premonition and realized that she had overlooked something.
That was the darkest day in Kael'thas' life.
The Elf King sent someone to call Kael'thas. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Thrall striding away. The orc grinned at the young prince, full of ridicule.
Then he saw the guardian Medivh and the plague potion placed in front of his father.
Kael'thas was spinning for a while, feeling like the sky was about to collapse.
Is there a problem in that link? Impossible, his people are all reliable!
Jaina walked in with a proud look on her face. Without even looking at the poor elf prince, she walked straight behind Medivh and rubbed the guardian's shoulders carefully.
Kael'thas staggered and almost fell to the ground.
He understood everything.
woman!
"I pretend to be a romantic, but it turns out I don't understand women at all."
The Elf King glared at Kael'thas, waved his arms, and shouted:
"You have disappointed me so much. You are destroying Silvermoon City, and you are massacring your people."
Kael'thas didn't want to differentiate anymore. He knew that he was finished. He closed his eyes and just waited for the final judgment.
Hang him, or cut him into pieces and feed them to the law-stealing dragon?
The Elf King cursed loudly and finally pronounced Kael'thas' fate.
"I will give you a chance to redeem yourself, take your cronies with you, and recover the Sunwell Highlands from the undead natural disaster. If you cannot succeed, don't come back to see me alive. The Elf Prince will die with dignity."
Kael'thas was stunned by the elf king's punishment, which was tantamount to letting him run for his life.
Medivh showed an unhappy look.
"What are you waiting for? Disappear from my eyes quickly before I change my mind."
The Elf King kicked Kael'thas over. (To be continued)