Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

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"Don't come here, I'm fine!"

Beluke pulled out his sword, covered his chest, and blocked the incoming guards with one hand.

How could it be okay?Although it was not his heart, a huge wound was torn open by the sword on his chest. Blood flowed out like a stream, and his face suddenly turned pale and painful.

It seemed that even if he didn't die, he would be in bed for at least a few months.In this situation, even the best pastor would be troubled, right?

"is this OK?"

Belukeer bent his body and looked at Kalia and asked.

Kalia gritted her teeth and shook her head.

"Is it..."

Beluke's eyes dimmed, then he gasped and said with a difficult smile:

"Unfortunately, this is all I can do."

He has his subordinates and many places where he is needed, so Belukeer cannot die.

At least, he can't die now.

Death can't solve any problem!

"I apologize. Maybe an apology cannot make up for my mistakes..."

Beluke looked around at the dead refugees and said with trembling lips:

"This is all caused by me alone and has nothing to do with my guards, so I will have to bear the consequences alone!"

As he said this, the guards around him lowered their heads and remained silent.

This group of weak professionals had no intention of killing these refugees, they just loyally carried out their master's orders.

Kael'thas stared at them coldly and said nothing.

Bellucer's words are not entirely wrong. The world is like this. People with low status and weak strength can only follow those who are above them.Not everyone has the most noble justice and ideals. More people have to fight for their families, money, and a better survival!

"I will bear my responsibility and give them a proper burial. I will also investigate the families of these people. From now on, I will take care of and protect them for the rest of my life."

Bellucer said.

"So please put down your sword."

He looked at Kalia and pleaded.

[Are you going to let him go like this? 】

Kalia looked at Beluke, thought, and then put down the sword little by little.

What else can I do?

[This is already the best result. 】

Beluke's failure was not because of her strength, but simply because of his own introspection.

She is not considered a real winner, and the result she got was a charity from others, so she is not qualified to continue to make more demands.

And...those people...are already dead...

The fact that they are dead can never be changed. Isn't it the best outcome that Belluke is willing to take care of their family and pay for his sins?

【...】

Despite her reluctance and regret, Kalia could only choose this outcome.

"thanks..."

Bowing his head deeply towards Kalia, Belluke turned back and nodded to the guard, then fell to the ground with a plop.

"Lord Belukeer!!"

The guards stepped forward, hurriedly helped him up, and carefully escorted him to Nanhai Town.

"Your holy light... is beautiful..."

Before leaving, Beluke opened his tired eyes and said to Kalia.

Kalia didn't reply.

After they left, Kael'thas sighed and walked towards Kalia.

& But Kalia suddenly ran to the body of the old man in red and cried loudly.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah..Wob...wow..."

She put down her sword, touched the old man's dull eyes with her trembling hands, and closed them with tears dripping down her face.

"I'm sorry... ow..."

Without any fear of the corpse, Kalia just lay on the old man and cried.

What is she regretting?

Kael'thas knew that deep down in her heart, this little girl must have taken the blame on herself, thinking that she had brought death to these people.

But in reality, she did nothing wrong.

[Black Dragon Princess, Onyxia...]

Only Kael'thas guessed the culprit of everything and secretly felt guilty for not being cautious enough.

Of course, this actually has nothing to do with him.Kael'thas had already noticed the black dragon princess, but he didn't understand Belukeer's paranoia about blood, and he couldn't notice that the black dragon princess's plan was so simple and straightforward.

To what extent does the Black Dragon Princess control people's hearts?

It should be said... is it any wonder that he will prosper in the Kingdom of Stormwind in the future?

"What a pity, I thought I would die..."

However, even Kael'thas didn't know that the black dragon princess in the dark was not satisfied with this behavior. She stared at Belukeer who was walking away and sighed.

“Another wasted opportunity to increase influence.”

With Belluke here, all the nobles' eyes will be focused on him, and the Black Dragon Princess must find another way to increase her influence in the aristocratic circle of Nanhai Town.

[But, what is that guy? 】

She glanced at Kael'thas again with some confusion. She was confused and found nothing, so she had to leave quietly.

Kalia is still crying...

Before Belukeer's guards came back to collect the bodies, several refugees walked out of the dark forest.

Three children, one middle-aged man...

Seems to be a survivor in hiding.

Kael'thas turned to look at them. Their eyes were gloomy and silent, and they quietly bent down towards Kael'thas.

That's the etiquette of thanks...

【Don’t thank me! 】

Kael'thas smiled bitterly and secretly pointed at Kalia, who was crying softly.

The big man looked towards Kalia...

Bathed in moonlight...

This girl in armor, the holy light on her body has not been extinguished, is holding a bell tied with a red thread, slowly bending down to stand...

Even if you look at it from the side, you can still see her sad blue eyes, which are exuding strong colors...

Fine teardrops dripped from her eyes, one drop at a time, reflecting the light of the Holy Light, like pearls...

...

This picture is deeply imprinted in my heart.

The big man pressed the heads of several children, bowed sincerely, and then staggered into the darkness.

Many years later, during the Orc War era, when this man once again saw the crying girl tonight from a distance, he knew her identity.

So he took action and printed tonight's scene on the canvas bit by bit.

And time goes by...

When the girl picked up the sword, picked up the glory of the royal family, led her people through sorrow, and succeeded to the throne as king...

This painting was only known to the world, and then became famous in one fell swoop...

Unfortunately, during the competition, it soon passed away from its first owner who died...

It was not until centuries later that it was rediscovered and placed in the royal courtyard full of tulips.