Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 607 23. The Weight of the Crown --- Adding Changes to the Monobe Budu Brothers [910]

Dreamland, this is a magical thing.

It represents another world that life will dream of when it is resting. In the dream, even the most absurd fantasy will become reality. That world has no order in the conventional sense, and it is a completely free world.

In the concept of magic, some hermit schools regard the dream as a real plane. They think that the dream of a mortal is a connection process of putting the spirit into another plane, and it is not a very rational illusion. They think that , The plane of dreams is a higher plane than reality, so only after mortals meet certain conditions can they temporarily enter it.

Of course, this kind of overly idealistic statement has not been widely recognized by magicians. What is the truth of the dream, until now, there is no specific conclusion.

But that doesn't stop every sentient being from continuing to dream... especially if they're exhausted.

Kael'thas Sunstrider, the Sun King of the high elves, a young and powerful mage, the battle in Elesalas was a bit settled, and Torsedrin's dilapidated body was also found. The last wave of resistance After the Highborne army was also wiped out, he could finally enjoy a moment of rest after a busy day.

In the arms of his queen, the beautiful and sexy magic swordsman Ms. Lannathel, who is physically and mentally exhausted, Kael'thas slowly into dreamland.

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Kael'thas suddenly opened his eyes, but what he saw was not his and Lana'thel's simple and warm hut, but a scene he was very familiar with.

Silvermoon City, in a trance, he seemed to have returned to the place where he lived when he was a child. In front of his eyes, there was a red veil fluttering in the wind, and there was the clear and pleasant sound of wind chimes. He raised his head and felt the warmth of the afternoon The sun covered him, making him feel comfortable.

This should be a dream.

Kael'thas told himself that, as a powerful mage, even in a trance dream, he can still maintain his sanity, and he can escape from the dream with just one thought, but he didn't do it.

Because behind the red veil in front of him, there seemed to be a voice calling him, which seemed to be a trick of some evil gods, but Kael'thas felt that he should go and have a look.

He took a step forward, stretched out his hand to brush away the gorgeous red veil, and walked on the luxurious carpet of the deserted King's Court. He walked forward with ease, and no one knew the structure of the palace better than him, because he It's here that I grew up.

Passing through the king's hall, Kael'thas came to the garden in the palace. This was the place he often visited when he was a child. Here, he often played with his peers.

In this trance dream, the moment Kael'thas walked into the garden, he heard the light laughter of the children, he slowed down, hid behind the branches of the garden, looked at the Play around with some kids.

The one in the floral dress should be Aurelia! She was carrying a keg, and she and her sister Shiva were building a small tower on the edge of the sand, and beside them, a few boys were chasing and playing, and Kael'thas found himself in it, He was wearing a beautiful hunting suit, and he was messing with a few children. He accidentally smashed the small tower that Aurelia had piled up while running.

The next moment, in the midst of Cirvanas' crying, the ferocious Windrunner lady screamed and knocked the childhood Kael'thas to the ground, riding on the prince and constantly grabbing his face with her hands , and behind her, the little Lannathel was trying to help Kael'thas, the children made a fuss, and the guards next to her wanted to come up to help, but they were stopped by a few nobles watching.

This scene made the dreaming Kael'thas couldn't help laughing. He raised his head and searched among the crowd. Soon, he found the guy he was looking for... After the crowd, in the On the swing under the vines, a slightly lonely black-haired boy was sitting there alone, listlessly flipping through a history book.

That was...that was the Tyrion he remembered...the Tyrion of childhood. Dawnblade, a guy who didn't fit in when he was a child.

When you were young, you were often bullied by girls. At that time, you were not good at words. Although you had the pure blood of the Sunstrider, you did not behave like a qualified prince. At that time, you were not the best among your peers. A leader is more like a follower.

A gentle and deep voice sounded behind Kael'thas, causing Kael'thas who was peeking at the dream to turn his head suddenly, and then he saw his father.

Anasterian. Sunstrider.

The Sun King who appeared in Kael'thas' dream was younger than when he died in battle, but his long hair had already turned pale. Under Kael'thas' silent gaze, the vivid father held a cup in his hand. Holding two wine glasses full of wine, he seemed to be alive, and handed the wine glass in his left hand to Kael'thas.

Come on, son, have a drink with your old father.

Kael'thas took the wine glass silently, and he took a sip of the golden liquid. The taste of the mouthfeel was exactly the same as the taste of the Quel'Thalas fruit wine he remembered, and it was not like a dream at all.

He raised his head and looked at his smiling father. It was an expression that rarely appeared on his father's face in his memory. He couldn't help asking:

This...is this really a dream?

Um?

Facing Kael'thas' question, Anasterian waved his finger, and everything around him stopped. The children's fights, the nobles' laughter, and even the wind in the air stopped at this moment. .

Of course, this is a dream, my son, so speak freely, you seem to have something on your mind, come... tell your old father.

Kael'thas instinctively felt that something was wrong, but another voice kept telling him in his heart that this was just a dream, don't take it seriously, this is an illusion in your mind... temporarily put down those heavy things, Enjoy this quiet moment.

What the voice said was so reasonable that Kael'thas couldn't help letting go of his inner vigilance. He followed his father to the small lake next to him. On the two stones, Kael'thas looked at his father in his memory, and soon, amidst the emotional surge in his heart, he told his father everything that happened recently.

Fu...I don't know what to do, father, I don't know if it's right or wrong to continue using Immotar's magic, I blocked that news, I know, I can't let the people know the truth, it will It caused panic, and although ministers were against it, they couldn't think of a better way.

While drinking the fruit wine, Kael'thas confided sullenly:

I know that this is a very risky decision. Once the people accept the fel magic power, even if it is the fel energy that has been purified layer by layer, no one can predict what will happen. Maybe my decision will completely Destroy our civilization, but I have to... You told me that the most basic task of a king is to meet the needs of the people...

He raised his head and looked at his father, who was seriously listening to his distress. Kael'thas was silent for a moment, and drank the wine in the glass. He said:

I'm in pain dad, the pressure on my shoulders is breaking me down, but I know I can't break down, the people are watching me, they need me...I can't relax for a second, but it's exhausting Now, father... have you ever been this tired?

How shall I answer you, my son.

Anasterian in the dream shook the wine glass in his hand, looked at the endlessly flowing golden liquid, and said softly:

Maybe I should say that you are doing well, maybe I should reprimand you for making mistakes, but I know, this is not the answer you want...Your heart is at a loss, facing a difficult choice, even though you have already made decision, it still makes you anxious, afraid that your decision will lead to more dire consequences...I can only tell you that this is normal.

The old Sun King threw his wine glass and the wine in it into the still pond in front of him. He looked at his son with a look of scrutiny and pride in his eyes:

2800 years ago, when our country was threatened by powerful forest trolls, I was as young as you, and I had just taken the throne from my father. The hemp troll army is lingering outside Silvermoon City, and I can't sleep every night, afraid that those trolls will break through the city wall and rush into the city...but I can't show the slightest fear.

Anasterian looked at Kael'thas:

Guess why?

Kael'thas, no longer an ignorant prince, replied:

Because the fear of the king will arouse the people's more terrible fear. The consequence of the leader not being firm enough is that the courage in the people's hearts begins to slacken... The people are blind. The more they face a crisis, the more they need a pillar. The king is the people's heart. pillar.

Yes! Very good!

Anasterian closed his eyes and said:

Even if my heart is as flustered as they are, I still have to make a gesture that everything is in control, and I go out of the palace to meet with the people every day, encourage them to keep going, and tell them that victory will come, even if I don't have the slightest bit of victory in my heart. We were sure, but we persevered in the end, and we finally found humans as allies, flanking the forest trolls back and forth, and completely crushing their empire.

It was a glorious victory, my son, but even on the eve of the victory, the fear of failure remained in my heart. Before I actually saw the victory, who could guess what would happen?

The old father opened his eyes and clapped his left hand on Kael'thas' shoulder. He looked at his son who had grown up, and said:

The people can be shaken, the people can be afraid, but the king cannot, the king must go forward, the king must stand firm, the king must be decisive and brave, the king must take risks...Anyone can question your decision, my son, but only you You can’t do it yourself, this is the weight of the crown, once you wear it, you are no longer just you, your every move will directly attract the whole kingdom.”

You have to be a certain belief, you have to be the embodiment of some kind of hope, you have to be a fire bearer who leads people forward in the dark, even if you are afraid of the dark, but you have to go ahead of them... This is the meaning of the king, The power to enjoy comes from the obligation to take, what is right and what is wrong?

Anasterian took a step forward and gave his son a warm hug. In Kael'thas' ear, he said in a deep voice:

The wisdom you have gives you the ability to tell right from wrong, and the courage you have gives you the drive to move forward bravely. So, my son, if you think it's right, do it bravely. ...Bravely lead the people to walk out of your own glorious path.

In addition, your rule is still unstable, my son, the ministers oppose you because they are worried about the succession of the royal power...

What should I do, Father?

Kael'thas also hugged his father, he asked his own question, and then heard Anasterian's clear laughter, the old father patted his son's shoulder, and said softly:

Go and give birth to a little grandson for me...Guarantee the passing of the Sunstrider kingship...Also, dream, it's time to wake up...

swish

The next second, Kael'thas' eyes snapped open, and he sat up from the bed like a spring. In the darkness, he breathed heavily, and the remnants of the dream just now quickly dissipated in his mind. This abnormal reaction represented the weirdness of the dream just now. Before those images dissipated, he desperately remembered the words his father left him, as well as his father's last expectation.

A warm, perfect body hugged Kael'thas from behind, and the awakened queen put her face on the Sun King's back in a daze. Lana Thiel asked softly:

What's wrong? Your Majesty, did you have a nightmare?

No, not a nightmare.

Kael'thas lay back on the soft bed, and he stretched out his hand to hug Lana Thiel in his arms. In the darkness, his eyes widened, looking at the rough murals on the roof. After a while, Kael'thas Si leaned over and kissed Lana Thiel on the forehead, and he said softly:

Call me Kael'thas...Also, my Lanna...we...let's have a baby...

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After Kael'thas' figure disappeared, that weird dream didn't dissipate on another plane. Anasterian stood by the pond where time stood still, looking at the frozen water, wondering something.

Behind him, on the swing under the vines, the boy Tyrion who had been frozen in time suddenly blinked. He leaned on the swing that started to shake, looking back at Anasterian's back, He said in a deep voice:

I thought you were going to tell your son what Dailin just discovered in the Broken Isles. You should know how important the things we discovered in Suramar are to the current high elves. ..”

It is very weird for a teenager to make an adult voice, but Anasterian didn't care. Facing Tyrion's question, the Sunstrider Grand Lich shook his hand casually, saying:

I believe that my son will eventually find those... there is enough evidence in Erezalas to lead him to his final destination. Besides, as the overseer of civilization, I cannot cross the line... High Lord, just not Thinking about it, you will also appear here, are you here to supervise me?

No!

The young Tyrion shook his head. He jumped off the swing, walked into the stilled dream, stood in front of the childhood Aurelia, and helped the crazy girl tidy her hair. Then he said:

After hearing that the druids of the Blightcaller had successfully purified Drustvar's Emerald Dream, I wanted to experience this magnificent dream of the world. It was just an accident that I came here...you and your son I didn't hear a single word that was said...really.

However, the ruling of the high elves' civilization has come to an end, my grand lich... I look forward to seeing the result of your ruling on your own civilization...

It must be... fair!