Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

The night is filled with chaos on the battlefield.

The elves' team was almost within range of the cave entrance.

Below, the sorcerer lord Malaculas stood on the high ground, looking at the battlefield above with a livid face.

"What are those warlocks doing!!"

He clenched his fists and cursed. The warlocks had finally summoned dozens of powerful demons, but they all went after the two children. Not knowing the truth, he believed that Hellfire's actions were ordered by the warlocks.

"Sir, do you need to warn those warlocks?"

Others who were watching with him obviously thought so too, and someone came out and asked.

"No, there's not enough time. The group of elves have already reached the shooting range."

Malaculas shook his head and looked very unhappy, but strangely, he did not feel frustrated about a big failure.

"Besides, those demons would be most lucky if they could kill those two people."

Then, he began to gloat a little.

Others didn't know it clearly, but Malaculas could guess from a distance that one of the two people was the Elf Prince - his characteristics were too outstanding.As the heir to the rival kingdom, if the elf prince died here, he would be more joyful than winning this battle.

The moment Malaculas saw him, he felt his whole body tremble, and he wished he could kill the prince himself.However, his reason told him that the success rate was very low, so he never took action.

The group of paladins just now is the best proof. Malaculas noticed that they wanted to rush out of the elves, but suddenly gave up collectively.There is only one possibility.That is, there is someone in the ranks of the high elves that scares these paladins.

The Paladins themselves are high-level professionals, and it is not easy to suppress them instantly. Therefore, there is at least one legendary professional in the elves' team.

Malaculas will not underestimate the legend of the elves, although he is also a legendary professional himself, but put it together.It’s unclear who wins and who loses.

As a troll who relies on wisdom to survive, he is not so reckless and knows well that he cannot joke with his own life.

"This plan failed..."

Malaculas watched the group of elves begin to change their formation - the cave had entered the range of their spell attacks.

The orcs are irreversible...

This is a foolproof plan.At this moment, it was declared a failure.

"Then shall we evacuate?"

The orc warrior asked, feeling that the strength of the two sides was unequal.Since the plan failed, there was no need to sacrifice the orcs like this.

The opponent has a Paladin joining in, so it becomes stronger and more terrifying.

"Is the Burning Blade clan here?"

Malaculas turned around and asked. If the Burning Blade Clan came to support them, he would spend the maximum price to hold the elves here and wait for the arrival of the elite orcs.

"Sir, due to the smooth implementation of the plan below, they just turned around halfway and should not come."

The orc warrior's expression became a little bad:

"You know, those guys always like to make their own decisions!"

Malaculas' face turned cold.It seemed he had no choice.

"Then, give the order to reduce the siege of the elves, reduce losses, and wait for them to retreat. We are ready to break camp..."

He gritted his teeth and said that if the elves heard this order, their jaws would definitely drop.

"Although it's a pity, we are still victorious in the overall situation. Let's wait and deal with these elves in the future..."

Think about it.Malaculas suddenly laughed again:

"Let's take these warriors first and compete with opponents of similar level!"

The portal that Kael'thas considered to be the tribe's biggest conspiracy was easily abandoned by Malaculas.

What is the tribe planning, and what is happening elsewhere at this time.

The Alliance, which is still fighting, has no information at all... The elves reached the shooting range of the cave, and the formation immediately turned into a circle.

Melee fighters and rangers blocked the perimeter, cleaning up the surrounding orcs. Thousands of dwarves also shot dense arrows from the sky.

The priests chanted collective healing spells, and put tightly connected power word shields on the teammates in the outer circle, while more than twenty mages closed their eyes and chanted spells.

The paladins were scattered, running around the perimeter, killing the approaching orcs wantonly.

Everyone is aware of the success, and now their task is just to protect these magicians.

Soon, more than ten seconds later, blue magic circles began to appear among the elves.

The mages opened their eyes and collectively raised their staffs. The blue light gathered and then turned into a huge blue ball. You could see flashing currents all over it.

What kind of magic is that! ?

Except for the elves, no one could figure out what this spell was.

In fact, this is not a specialized spell, it is just a collection of arcane energy that the elves are best at. They collect arcane energy, and the current inside is the effect of excessive concentration of energy.

It spun, as if someone had kicked it, and the blue ball suddenly accelerated and shot toward the cave.

"Boom" "Boom"!

It only took a moment to go from extremely quiet to extremely loud. The orcs along the way turned into smoke and disappeared silently. But when the ball rotated and hit the entrance of the cave, a violent sound suddenly erupted, and then the wall shattered instantly. Mud is flying.

The ball directly blasted out a black hole larger than the cave and shot into the depths of the cave. Then it hit something unknown and exploded with a "boom". The black hole just emitted some smoke and dust and immediately collapsed.

&The whole land shook. When people opened their eyes to look again, the cave had disappeared, leaving only a cliff a few inches shorter.

[What a terrifying magic. 】

The paladins felt awe-inspiring and had a deeper understanding of the elves' magic.

Just now it was just a few seconds of magic by twenty or so high-level mages, if there were more mages.How powerful they would be if it lasted longer.

No wonder the Alliance insists on high elves participating in the war...

However, what they didn't know was that these mages had actually made some preparations beforehand.

If Mephitus focused his attention on this, he would definitely ignore it.

But what he sees now is another scene:

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Among the tide of orcs, a silver-white war horse galloped...

Free and without worries...

Her blond hair fluttered in the moonlight.The two young men on horseback also shine in the darkness...

【This girl...】

Mephitus stared at the human girl who was holding on to the reins with a smile on her face.He narrowed his eyes slightly.

Why didn't he stop her action just now?

Mephitus could obviously stop her when she went out.

He recalled the look in her eyes when she broke out of the elf team.Then I understood...

【Ah, that's it...】

【That's it...】

He is regretting...

Mephitus never regretted his life...

From the first time he followed his teacher and set foot on the arcane path.

His life belongs only to the entire high elves.

He was proud of himself and never doubted his own path.

"But if someone had protected us at that time, would the outcome have been different?"

Mephitus looked at Kaelthas and the two of them and murmured to himself.

Kalia, a human girl, reminded him of an elf girl.

That was the elf priest who formed a team with him when he was still a low-level mage.

At that time, it was the reign of the first king.Quel'Thalas had just been established and faced many enemies. Even the most protected elves mostly had to participate in the battle before they grew up.

Young children had to take up arms and go to the battlefield with their compatriots.

But he is Mephitus.He is a direct disciple of a noble arcane mage, so he has never had any companions of the same age.

At that time, he was arrogant, noble, and had a high opinion of himself. During his training, he always wanted to challenge more terrifying enemies.

There was only a small priest who followed him.Never leave.

He was a clumsy and mediocre priest who was always being played by Mephitus...

However, it was this priest who protected him with his life in a battle...

That starless night.

The priest stayed on his back and kept talking:

"You are a genius, adults say you are the hope of the future, Mephitus..."

"I envy you, really envy you."

"I have no teachers, my parents have died long ago, and my talents are not outstanding, but I also want to protect my beloved race..."

"By protecting the genius, are you protecting more people?"

"Mephitus...please live, I don't want to die...but if it's you, please live well..."

She was fatally wounded, so even though Mephitus carried her step by step toward the camp, she still didn't survive...

Halfway through, her body became colder and colder, and she asked Mephitus to put her down.

"Can you make a promise with me?"

She lay in the grass, covered with Mephitus' cloak, smiling softly and fragilely.

"Uh-huh!"

At that time, Mephitus was full of sadness and guilt. He kept wiping his tears with one hand and gritted his teeth and agreed.

He sat next to the pastor and held her hand tightly, trying to make the pastor, who was gradually losing his vision, feel his presence.

"Mephitus, protect our people, our fragile Quel'Thalas, and..."

"Please record the beauty and happiness in the future..."

"When your days are gone, come to me... I will wait... no matter how long... The priest died that night, beside the weeping Mephitus.

After thousands of years passed, Mephitus had seen too much sadness and pain, but those words that night haunted him for the rest of his life.

He persisted...

After the companions around him either left, admired or became addicted to power, only Mephitus still maintained his original belief.

[If someone had protected us at that time, wouldn’t the result have been different...]

He groaned again in his heart...

Mephitus put everything into his people and never loved anyone else, including the priest...

However, even he himself doesn't understand why he chooses to be alone all his life...

Is he afraid that love will confuse his broad vision?

Still afraid of forgetting the figure of the pastor and her words...

He doesn't understand...(To be continued)RQ