Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

(Thanks to Mo Yanse and the passing cannon fodder for the 588 starting coins!!....)

Charge, sword to sword.

"Chong"

Belukeer waved his sword heavily, step by step, forcing Kalia back step by step.

【Is that all? 】

He thought with some disappointment, raised his hand, the holy light bloomed in his hand, and then waved it down.

"what!"

Kalia placed the sword horizontally on her chest and was pushed back by the huge force. She landed lightly on her butt and fell 4 meters away.

Beluke dismounted, stared at her and said:

"You have no power to fight back, Miss Leah..."

The weak cannot resist the strong.

Similarly, civilians cannot resist nobles with excellent bloodlines. Beluke thinks that the little girl in front of him is too young.

When she grows up, she will realize that those of inferior blood are useless.

"You have no need for these lowly humans to soil your armor."

Beluke looked at Kalia who stood up and said.

"dirty?"

Kalia held the sword and showed no intention of dealing with the dirt on her butt:

"What is not dirty?"

She looked at Beluke, her blue eyes filled with angry flames:

"Aren't you dirty?"

She didn't understand the role of noble blood, because in her young eyes, the higher the blood, the more dirty things it represented.

Even around her father, the countess ladies who looked down upon her and looked down upon her had a bad smell all over their bodies.

"You, like many others, are not a real noble, just a dirty guy!"

Kalia held the sword with both hands and pointed it at Berukel. Seeing his expression getting worse little by little, she suddenly felt a little happy in her heart.

"..."

Feeling as if a layer of skin had been torn apart in his heart, Belluke remained silent with a cold face.

No one has told him this for too many years. Ever since his lowly brother died, he has changed himself and devoted himself to becoming a perfect nobleman.

And he has never failed, establishing a larger network of contacts than his father.

But... today, this strange little girl actually said that he was not a real noble...

This is ridiculous!

No matter in terms of blood, words, deeds, or strength, isn't he a model noble? ?

Beluke narrowed his eyes, and murderous intent suddenly arose in his heart.

Kael'thas, who was standing aside, noticed this sensitively, and quickly stood in the middle, staring at Beluke coldly:

"what do you want to do?"

he asked, his blue eyes turning golden and sharp for a moment.

For a moment, Belluke felt like a mouse being watched by an eagle.

【This guy! ! 】

He and the Black Dragon Princess hiding in the dark were startled at the same time.

The former was overwhelmed by the aura that Kael'thas suddenly exuded, but the latter was completely stunned.

【what is that! ! ? ? 】

Onyxia opened her eyes wide. At that moment, she seemed to feel something strange flowing in Kael'thas' body.

She suddenly became very interested, and stared at Kael'thas with her eyes, trying to see through his true identity.

"Brother Beethoven, can you let me come?"

Kalia grabbed the corner of Kael'thas' clothes and said.

Kael'thas gave Belukeer a few warning looks and slowly stepped aside.

"Come and fight me!"

Kalia turned to face Beluke and said something that surprised the other people.

"I can't forgive you, so let's fight!"

She said this with determination to lose:

"Brother said that knights can't back down!"

"Even if I lose, one day..."

Kalia said Lingran:

"I will also find you again and defeat you!!"

On the grass strewn with corpses, this little girl, with the sacred moonlight on her face, suddenly swore:

——From now on

&nnbsp;I swear to be kind to the weak

I swear bravely against rape

I swear to fight against all mistakes

I swear to fight for the defenseless

I swear to help anyone who asks me for help

I swear not to hurt any woman

I swear to help my brother knight

I swear to treat my friends sincerely

I swear that I will stay with the one I love until death

-

Under everyone's gaze, a childish female voice echoed in the night sky.

In the wind, the smell of blood filled the air. The girl in armor's eyes changed from angry to calm little by little. The golden holy light was like a volcano, suddenly bursting out of her body and burning on her sword!

"My justice is the knight!"

After the girl finished speaking softly, in the darkness, it turned into a flawless line of moonlight, dispelling the cold air, and quickly hit Bellukel.

[Surprisingly...such pure holy light...]

At this moment, Belluke almost forgot about defense.

When he realized the danger and wanted to raise his sword, Kalia's sword had already grazed his face, leaving a faint blood mark.

"...why?"

The blood stains quickly healed under his own holy light, and Belukeer asked Kalia.

"Knights don't take advantage of others' danger!"

Kalia withdrew her sword, regained her offensive stance, and then stepped forward to swing her sword again.

The holy light roared on her body and burned more violently, while the holy light on Belukeer began to sway gently...

This is a sign that he is beginning to doubt his own beliefs...

[I didn’t expect that she would be recognized by the Holy Light so quickly...]

Kael'thas smiled softly.

"Noble...Knight..."

Blocking Kalia's sword, feeling that his own holy light was slowly decreasing, Belluke murmured to himself that knights have always represented the most heroic nobles.

'Berucer, I can't give you freedom..."

"However, one day, you will also become a true noble knight..."

...Do you want me to be a noble?Or a knight?

elder brother...

Beluke recalled his childhood regrets. Why did he choose bloodline at that time?

Is it because of his brother's failure...or because he died at the hands of his father...

'Berucer, listen!People with low blood will always live in the palm of our hands! '

Why did his father's words change his life so easily?

At that time, why did I want to believe my father?

【It’s fear...】

【Still afraid...】

Afraid of his father, afraid of his brother's death...

If I didn't change like this, would I be like my brother?

If I didn't deceive myself like this, wouldn't I be able to accept my brother's death?

【But...why...】

Why did he still believe in blood after he killed his father with his own hands?

......

why...

He...will become so dirty...

.....

"Chong"

The sound of swords intersecting was like the sound of a duel with one's brother in childhood.

The little girl in front of him was radiating dazzling light. When Beluke raised his head, he could see her indomitable and persistent blue eyes...

What a pair of beautiful eyes those are...

Belukeer thought this in his heart, and then slowly opened the corners of his mouth.

"you win!"

He swung Kaliya away with his sword and laughed.

"Haha, your holy light and your justice have won!!"

He said this, then raised his sword and stabbed into the chest mercilessly.

There was a "呲" sound, and the next moment, Kalia's eyes widened.

"Lord Belukeer!!"

All the guards ran over frantically.