Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

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In the evening, after the conversation ended, another refugee carried the old man on his back, and the refugee team walked outside Nanhai Town.The people in Nanhai Town were already saturated, so they had to go to the suburbs to rest for a night before moving on.

Originally, Kael'thas planned to leave with Kalia, but Beluke tried his best to stop him.In order to thank him for his enthusiasm, Kalia asked Kael'thas to stay one more night in Southsea Town.Although he was a little impatient, Belluke felt sorry for leaving directly, so in the end he agreed to stay one night.

"Brother Beethoven, that viscount is really a powerful knight. The holy light in him is purer than many people I have seen!"

At night, when sleeping, Kalia said excitedly on the bed.

"Do you remember at dinner, I asked him what justice was?"

Kael'thas put out the lamp and smiled:

"Remember, his answer was [Nobility is justice], interesting answer..."

But it's not the right answer...

"Yes, this is what nobles should be like, gentle, polite, helpful, integrating justice into their lives, and setting an example!!"

It was obvious that Kalia did not think carefully about the meaning of that answer, but only viewed it according to her own understanding:

"If only every noble was like him!"

She was looking forward to it, which made Kael'thas smile bitterly.

"Okay, okay, go to bed!"

He lay on the bed and hugged Kalia:

"We have to leave early tomorrow morning!"

"Um..."

Blushing, the little girl suddenly became quiet.

Then, the night passed like this...it's strange...

In the middle of the night, when everyone was asleep, Kael'thas suddenly heard a sound.

"Little guy, wake up... interesting things are happening in the suburbs..."

The magnetic female voice suddenly woke him up.

"who is it!?"

Kael'thas asked reflexively.

"Hehe, don't you go to the suburbs and have a look? You will regret it..."

The voice said this, and then disappeared silently.

"Brother Beethoven?"

Kalia woke up in a daze while rubbing her eyes.

"Kalia, get dressed and go to the suburbs!!"

Kael'thas's face turned cold and he quickly ordered.

He already guessed who that voice was... Onyxia, it couldn't be anyone else! !

【suburbs! ? 】

Feeling a little uneasy, he and Kalia hurriedly got dressed and ran towards the suburbs.

Half an hour later, they finally found the right place and were stunned.

It's like a picture of the deepest region unfolding...

In the darkness, corpses were strewn everywhere, and the corpses of old people, women, and children were overlapped...

Amid miserable groans, a dozen knights on horseback were galloping quickly...

Stealing the lives of refugees one after another...

"Why are you here?"

A knight exuding golden holy light, Belukeer was like a god in the darkness. He turned his head and looked at Kael'thas, smiling naturally and kindly...

His sword slowly pulled away from the body...

The old man in red clothes slowly fell from the horse's waist to the ground with wide, dull eyes...

The sound of a 'ding-dong' bell rang like a huge bell in Kalia's heart...

"Well!"

She put down the sword suddenly, covered her mouth, her mind went blank, and she opened her eyes wide and looked at the old man's corpse...

Why?Why...

What is this...what is this...

'I hope you can help me tell my mother that her grandson was born very smoothly and is in good health! '

The scene of that gentle refugee who caressed the child tenderly and begged for help is still vivid in my mind, but...

"Whew...whimper..."

Kalia's eyes quickly welled up with tears, and she couldn't help crying.

Did they do it? ...What are they doing?

【Did it bring death to this mother-in-law...】

While giving the old man the best news, he had her killed alive!

Let this strong old man pass away with the regret of never seeing his grandson! !

Why is this...

Why be so cruel! ?

"What are you doing!?"

Taking a deep breath, Kael'thas touched Kalia's head with one hand and asked Belukeer.

"These refugee kids are playing with my crest, so teach them a little lesson..."

Beluke smiled, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

Kalia looked up at him, and the blood on Belukeer's face seemed to be mocking her approval. Even in the dark, she could see clearly with the holy light on the knight.

"A little lesson..."

Unable to help but murmur and repeat something, Kalia slowly turned her head and looked at the scene in front of her.

"Is this a small lesson..."

Anger suddenly erupted like a volcano, Kalia's blue eyes were instantly covered with bloodshot eyes, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she shouted loudly:

"Where's your justice!?"

"Justice, this is justice..."

Beluke seemed a little surprised by Kalia's attitude. His eyes changed for a moment, but soon returned to the gentleness as if nothing had happened:

"The nobility that relies on bloodline inheritance is justice. The holy light on my body is the best proof..."

As he waved his hand, the light on his body became brighter, and the pure holy light energy burst out in the darkness like a small sun.

Kael'thas was speechless. He did not expect that this guy would distort his ideas to such an extent and gain the approval of the Holy Light.

The Holy Light is faith, but the Holy Light is not justice. It should be said that as long as you are devout to your beliefs, the Holy Light will take care of you...

"That's not justice!!"

Kalia opened her mouth wide and roared in a clear voice: "You liar and false person!!"

[False? 】

At this time, the look on Belukeer's face finally turned cold.

"Who is the faker? Miss Leah..."

He raised the sword coldly, pointed it at Kalia, and asked:

"Then do you know what truth is? What is real justice..."

This is an unsolved problem.

Beluke didn't seem to expect Kalia to be able to answer, and said coldly:

"Bloodline is justice and nobility is justice. This is the most precious thing that my life has taught me."

People are born with distinctions between high and low.

Dirty people have no right to disobey the orders of noble people, and the dignity of noble people cannot be trampled upon.

Many years ago, Beluke vowed to become a true noble.

A man born noble...

And those filthy refugees dared to play with his family emblem.

Unforgivable! !

"Come on, Miss Leia, pick up your sword! Show me your justice!!"

He smiled coldly, but he put his sword on his chest like a knight and proposed a duel stance.

"I won't hurt you, let's see whose justice is stronger!!"

The next moment, the wind picked up, the horse's hooves lifted, and Beluke rushed towards Kalia.

"Brother Beethoven, let me go!!"

Kalia gritted her teeth, broke away from Kael'thas' hand with red eyes, and rushed forward.

【...】

Kael'thas was stunned for a moment, then squinted his eyes and allowed her to move, staring cautiously at the side.