"My dear, why did you come up with the idea of going to the Outland?" Kael'thas asked with concern.
Vashchi's pretty face showed confusion.
The Naga tribe in non-combat state are both excellent in appearance and figure, and Vashj is the best among them, otherwise they would not be admired by Kael'thas.
"Kyle, we have served the queen under the waves. During these ten thousand years, there have been strange whispers echoing in our ears and bothering us. They come from the depths of our souls. Just like me, I always feel that there is something wrong.
Another me exists, and the me in front of you is just a incomplete clone."
Vashchi showed a sad expression, pitiful,
Kael'thas comforted him softly: "No, my dear, you are the only one in my heart."
Vashqi did not feel relieved. Ten thousand years of trouble had already become a problem in her heart. She frowned and said:
"Only on the night of the full moon, this voice will disappear. The Queen believes that we are incomplete lives, and our true personality is deeply buried, but we are suppressed by the moon god Elune, so we cannot recognize ourselves. Maybe in
Outland, without Elune's influence, can find out the truth."
Kael'thas grabbed Vashj's hand, his eyes shining brightly:
"I will always accompany you. Illidan is now alone and needs our help. We will definitely be able to create a career in the outer realm."
Kael'thas also has another plan in mind. The blood elves are determined to take revenge on the orcs. But now that the orcs are in the ascendant, everyone thinks that the orcs have saved Azeroth. In this case, the blood elves might as well avoid their edge.
, hiding in the outside world and quietly developing, waiting for the opportunity.
In Outland, most of the land is controlled by the Burning Legion. It is not easy to defeat Magtheridon, the king of Outland. Neither Kael'thas nor Vashj can do it, so they can only rely on Illidan.
The blood elves led by Karthus and the naga led by Vashj rushed to the Dark Portal. As they expected, they saw "Illidan" who had been waiting for a long time.
The monster looked at the couple calmly and said in a low voice: "You help me deal with the Watchers, and I help you conquer the outer lands. Can I trust you?"
Kael'thas immediately replied: "Of course, this is a reasonable deal, but..." Kael'thas had concerns in his heart. He did not want to offend the night elves because of this. After all, Kael'thas believed that the blood elves had always been
Be a member of the alliance.
The monster knew what he was thinking, hesitated for a moment, and whispered:
"I have been in contact with the Watchers for ten thousand years, and I am very familiar with the Watchers' weaknesses, which is their heavy armor. I have a way for you to win easily. It only takes a simple magic to do it, and it will not hurt them.
Life, after all, I am also a member of the night elves."
After successfully passing through the Dark Portal, Kael'thas and Vashj looked at the scene of the Outland in amazement, the fiery red sky, the air filled with the smell of burning, depleted, barbaric, without signs of life, and incomplete parts can be seen everywhere on the earth.
's corpse.
This hellish scene was frightening, but at the same time, Kael'thas and Vashj both felt that the confinement in their bodies was disappearing little by little, and their power was rising steadily.
The monster on the side thought for a moment and immediately warned: "You must be careful and increase your strength step by step, otherwise you will explode and die."
Kael'thas and Vashj quickly ordered the troops to repair on the spot and gradually adapted to the changes in power within their bodies. As they guessed, in the world of Azeroth, the elves were suppressed by the power of the Moon God. Even the elves originated from the elves.
Naga could not escape this fate.
The monster flew into the air and looked far away, and found a small group of orc scouts. After interrogation, they quickly obtained the first target.
"Hellfire Fortress, there is a group of stupid orcs living in it, I want them to become my slaves." Looking at the desolate scenery of the outside world, the monster's ambition is growing.
Stormwind City Port.
Although the wind was sunny and the sea was calm for a while, a line of black could be seen where the sky and the sea met. Experienced sailors knew that this was a warning before the storm arrived.
Most of the ships took shelter in the harbor, but for the Storm Soarer, which traveled between Northrend and Stormwind City and was powered by a combination of steam and sail, a storm of this magnitude was nothing at all.
The humid weather was oppressively hot, but the Duke of Beauval still felt a chill in his body. He wrapped his collar around his neck and prepared to board the ship. No surprise, he saw a familiar face.
"King Varian, do you have to stop me?" Bolvar sighed slightly.
A team of elite Stormwind City guards blocked Duke Bolvar's path. The young king's pupils were slightly dilated, full of violent aura. He forced himself to hold back the anger in his heart and said in a cold voice:
"Duke Beauval, I want to talk to you alone."
In the cabin of the Storm Soarer, several court mages cast restraints to ensure that the conversation between the two would not be heard by outsiders.
After the court mage left, the king's roar echoed in the cabin.
"Bolvar, look what you did during my absence. First you made an alliance with the stupid elves, the idiot dwarves, and the weak dwarfs, and then gave my five thousand orcs to Tyran.
You stupid bitch, De, you are ruining the Kingdom of Storm with your own hands."
Bolvar was not annoyed, but calmly replied: "Your Majesty, I am just doing what is necessary. The orcs are sharpening their knives now. If we are not prepared, we will definitely be eaten by them. For the safety of the Kingdom of Stormwind, these
They are all necessary diplomatic measures."
"Damn it, Bolvar, is your brain all muddleheaded? It's unfair for me to trust you so much."
Varian's eyes were red, as if he was crazy, and he accused loudly:
"Didn't I tell you? Alliance with the orcs is the only way out. Thrall, the great savior, saved the world. We must maintain the situation under the leadership of the orcs."
Bolvar shook his head: "Your Majesty the King, have you forgotten the destruction of Stormwind City? Don't believe these rude beasts, they will only treat us as food. The Kingdom of Stormwind cannot become a cowardly pandaren."
The furious Varian grabbed Bolvar by the collar: "Do you know who you are talking to? Guardian Medivh has granted the Wrynn family the right to rule the Kingdom of Stormwind. The people of the kingdom are my private property. I am very proud of it."
Willing to feed them to the orcs."
Bolvar did not resist and said calmly:
"Your Majesty the King, I'm afraid you have overestimated your power. The Kingdom of Stormwind does not belong to you. To put it bluntly, without me, your orders cannot go out of Storm Barrier. Why don't we make a bet on whose orders your guards will obey?
"
Varian was furious, drew his sword, and pointed it at Bolvar's throat: "I will kill you now, you traitor to the king."
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty the King, I am a pretty good paladin."
Bolvar's hand grasped the tip of the sword, and the sharp blade could not hurt his palm: "And you are just an inferior warrior."
With a little force, the shining sword shattered inch by inch. Varian was so frightened that he took a step back and laughed unwillingly:
"Haha, Bolvar, you made a mistake. You should not have negotiated with the Scourge and prayed for Arthas' protection. Do you know that Medivh disliked the Scourge the most? You will die like the arrogant and ignorant Lothar.