Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

There are two huge continents in one world. While the other continent is relatively peaceful, a tragic war breaks out on this continent occupied by humans.

Different from the lush scenery in the north, the southern part of the continent occupied by the orcs is full of scorched land, and the scorching sun grills everyone who enters here.

And even under such scorching heat, there are still many people busy on the coast.

"Idiot! Don't leave this food here to be exposed to the sun, put it in the cabin and store it quickly!"

Holding a whip, a short orc was whipping a huge, fat ogre.

"Whoa whoa"

The ogre nodded hurriedly, picked up the food box on the ground, and walked towards the many ships docked on the beach.

This scene is played out in many places on this land.

"Your people are so stupid!"

The orc warlock walking towards the coast cursed at a two-headed ogre standing next to him. This orc warlock was holding a huge staff and could not see clearly with the hood on his head.

But the shuddering dark aura that permeates his whole body makes people tremble when standing next to him.

"Master, when you gain great power, they will be as smart as me."

"Idiot, it's not me, it's us!"

Next to the orc warlock, the ogre holding the staff was talking, but it seemed that the relationship between his two heads was not very harmonious.

"Kol'gall, can you please stop talking with two heads? It makes me feel irritated."

The orc warlock stopped.Said to the two-headed ogre:

"Go and see if there are any lazy people and tell them to hurry up! If they can't leave by noon, you won't be able to keep a piece of your head."

He, the orc warlock Gul'dan, was already annoyed by this two-headed ogre.

The Two-Headed Ogre is Gul'dan's masterpiece.Using the magic of darkness and the runestones of Quel'Thalas, Gul'dan transformed a large number of ogres into two-headed ogres.

They're getting stronger and smarter, sure, but they're also getting noisier...

The ogre named Cho'gall immediately ran away to carry out the order, and Gul'dan's ears were finally cleared.

"Can't these idiots hurry up?"

He muttered with some annoyance.

Before that, Gul'dan finally found the location of the Tomb of Sargeras - the Broken Isles.

Gul'dan spent years looking for this address, and it wasn't until he determined the location that he discovered why: it was a sunken archipelago.

That is to say.The location of the Tomb of Sargeras is on the ocean.

But Gul'dan is not too worried. As long as he has a location, he has enough means to raise the archipelago from the bottom of the sea.

The problem now is Orgrim's side.

Gul'dan's actions must not be known to the orc warchief, even though he did a great job of hiding it.But taking away most of the ogres would surely be noticed soon.

To this end, Gul'dan must obtain the power in the Tomb of Sargeras as quickly as possible.

As long as he has power, Orgrim will be unable to deal with Gul'dan.

"I've had enough."

Gul'dan became angry when he thought of Orgrim. The Horde was his, and Orgrim took away his fruit.

【As long as there is strength. 】

Gul'dan went crazy and wanted more powerful power. As long as he had this power, everything would be no problem.

Orgrim would die at his hands, the Horde would be under his control again, and the world would be occupied by him.

In the past two days, Gul'dan also heard that something happened in Twilight Highlands.But he wasn't worried at all.

It's gone. As long as Gul'dan comes back with new power, he can easily take back these lands.

Gul'dan thought he was still doing good for the Horde, but he didn't know that he was completely addicted to power.

Compared to this orc warlock, the other elf mage peeping in the dark, Darkan, is more self-aware.

Darkan would not be so hypocritical as to think that he was doing it for the good of the entire high elves. He knew very well that there was only one thing he wanted, and that was power, powerful power.

The limit of mortals is the holy level.

As a high elf who has lost his eternal life.Darkan's remaining lifespan is no longer enough for him to break through this limit.

To do this, he needed strength, and he needed more strength.

However, Dar'kan's thoughts on the Tomb of Sargeras are still not as deep as Gul'dan's. He does not think that place has the power to satisfy him.

There was only one thing that could satisfy him - the Well of the Sun.

Dar'Khan knew very well that nothing in this world could be more powerful and possible than the Sunwell.

As long as they can get the Sunwell, even the ancient gods can easily solve it.

However, the high elves who owned this treasure worshiped and used the Sunwell as a holy object without conducting more detailed research on it.

This is a violent act!

Darkan thought day and night that he couldn't explain the group of elves, so he had to do it himself.

But the strength of the high elves is too terrifying. If Darkan steps into the Sunwell alone, he can be easily eliminated like an ant.

He needs strength.

Naturally, the thing found by the orc warlock will not be let go by Darkan.

Darkan didn't know how much power there was, but no matter what, he wanted to get this power.

With these powers, coupled with some of the warlock spells Darkan learned during this period, he has greater confidence.

The time slowly reached noon.

The two-headed ogre Kor'gall was running around urging him, but he finally managed to save his two heads.

Gul'dan took these ogres onto the ship, and then sailed away from the continent and rowed towards the boundless ocean.

This team consisted of hundreds of ships, filled with ogres and some orcs, and of course a hidden elf mage.

It is worth noting.Gul'dan took nearly all of his closest associates with him.

And these cronies of his and the ogres were originally responsible for the key locations of many tribes, and they left.As a result, the tribe suddenly became a hollow state.

Unfortunately, Orgrim is now busy gathering his team to defend the Twilight Highlands.There are many things going on inside that I haven't noticed yet.

It would take him a day to notice something strange, and then this day would be enough to change the direction of the entire battle.

Because Orgrim didn't know how angry the Red Dragon Queen was against the orcs.

"Zujin, my ally!"

At the border of Khaz Modan, Orgrim said to the troll leader Zuljin:

"The elf prince's actions have put us in a passive position. We have to rely on your help this time."

He looked a little tired. It seemed that the news from Twilight Highlands had prevented him from having a good rest in the past two days.

"I will not let the Twilight Highlands fall, Warchief."

Zujin narrowed his eyes and assured Orgrim.

The trolls and the orcs were now on the same front, and he naturally did not want to give the alliance a chance to counterattack.

Moreover.The reason why Twilight Highlands is in crisis this time is because of the elf prince, the existence that Zujin hates the most. How could he let that elf go?

"If I meet that elf prince, I will bring his head back to you."

Zul'jin assured Orgrim, then mounted his leopard.

"The Great Chief..."

He hesitated and then asked:

"What about the orcs from the Dragonmaw clan?"

Orgrim's eyes immediately turned cold.

"Kill all those wimps."

He couldn't spare the orcs who caused the plan to fail.

The Dragonmaw clan's mistake was not their final defeat, but that they knew clearly about the elves' invasion in the middle of the incident, but did not pass the information back.

If the intelligence comes back, Orgrim has enough confidence to solve these problems, and it will not lead to such a result.

"I will do as you say."

Zujin laughed coldly.He rode a leopard and headed towards the Twilight Highlands with a large number of trolls and orcs.

Zul'jin was confident that he could take back the Twilight Highlands, but like Orgrim, neither of them realized the threat from the red dragons.

How could the Red Dragon Queen lose to a mortal army when she really joined a camp?

At the same time, on the shores of Quel'Thalas... the Forbidden Sea, hundreds of female elves stood under the golden leaves, singing ancient songs.

The golden skirts they wore swayed in the wind, looking ethereal and ethereal.

Salorian carries the coffin.Looking at these female elves and countless high elf lords and nobles who were closely connected, they suddenly laughed softly.

"Lord Mephitus, it seems that His Majesty understands you..."

Salorian held the shining Quel'Delar in his hand and looked at the scene in front of him with pride and joy.

No one was wearing mourning clothes, all were in glorious golden armor and regalia.

These costumes are the result of a culture formed over countless generations, and are as radiant as all of Quel'Thalas.

Perhaps this is the most appropriate etiquette that should be given to Mephitus...

"Did you hear the singing?"

On the other side, Kael'thas suddenly waved his hand to stop the team and turned to ask his subordinates.

Everyone shook their heads.

"is it?"

Kael'thas was a little confused. He always felt like he heard the singing of the elves.

[Think more about it. 】

He comforted himself like this and continued to lead the long team towards the Twilight Highlands.

Only Solanlian held the reins and looked at Kael'thas with sadness hidden in her eyes.

singing...

What song is it?

In that distant future, she also heard singing.

In the golden forest of Quel'Thalas and on the battlefield, the mountains and plains are filled with high elves, whether they are refugees supporting each other or people lying on their bodies waiting for death...

All the elves were singing and praying with tears...

Sing to the only King, pray to the only hope...

[Maybe that result is perfect after all, but in order to get that result]

[Your Highness, how much more do you have to pay...] (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.) RQ