Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

A majestic and melodious song seemed to ring in my ears.

When Arthas opened his eyes, he found that he was kneeling on the ground.

"From today on, you are the joint king of Alterac and Lordaeron."

A pair of vicissitudes of life put something on his head, and for some reason Alsace knew that it was a crown.

"Arise, my child, you no longer need to bow to me."

The person in front carefully pulled him up.

Although his brows were white, Alsace instantly recognized his identity from the familiar face.

"Father..."

He called softly.

The old Terenas laughed with joy and pride. He no longer wore a crown on his head, but he still smiled happily.

That laughter was like a lead, and in an instant, a thundering cheer and shout came from behind Alsace.

"King of Lordaeron!"

"King of Alterac!"

"King of the North!"

Countless people were shouting, all going crazy and surrendering to him.

Terenas smiled and turned sideways, giving up the high throne behind him.

The steps move forward naturally, calmly and powerfully.

That throne seemed to have a fatal attraction, making Alsace sit down involuntarily.

He stood high, and the cheers from below became louder.

However... Arthas felt something was wrong.

He looked down at the crowd below, searching among the crowd for that familiar silver figure—his sister.

The woman in armor suddenly appeared in his field of vision, and Kalia was looking at him with tears in her eyes, full of pride and joy.

【yes? 】

[Is sister happy? 】

Alsace thought so.He no longer worried and sat down peacefully.

The King of Alterac and Lordaeron, he has such a title and glory added to him.

In the following years, with the help of Kalia and his parents, Arthas learned step by step how to handle government affairs and how to become a wise king.

He is very happy.

Even though life has become very busy and hard, he still feels that this is the happiest time in his life.

Everyone is praising him, and the country under his rule is glorious and stable.

It was then that a childhood friend showed up - she was Jaina, the princess of Kul Tiras.

After not seeing each other for many years.This little girl who was fighting against Arthas has turned into a powerful mage.

She came to marry Alsace.

This is a most perfect combination, no other human being can match each other.

But Arthas still hesitated.

He went to ask Kaliya.

"It is not good?"

The silver-white princess smiled like this and touched his face tenderly:

"Alsace. Ever since I was a kid, I thought you two were a match made in heaven."

His sister seemed happy.

Arthas thought it would be good if she was happy, so he married Jaina.

Life returned to peace, and Arthas and Jaina had a child.Everything is so beautiful.

But one day, Kaliya came to the palace.

"Alsace, you can now stand alone."

She smiled softly and said goodbye to him:

"You no longer need your sister's help. It's time for me to go to Stratholme."

Calia's words shattered Arthas's heart like thunder.

He knew why she was going to Stratholme.

"No, sister, I still need you."

Arthas tried to dissuade her, but Kallia insisted on being alone and left Lordaeron the next day.

In the morning, Alsace stood on the city wall and looked at the retreating figure, feeling that his world was suddenly shattered.

But he wants to be a good king.

Arthas returned to the palace.There is a lot less smile on his face, but he still completes his work with heart.

The entire country is slowly becoming stronger and stronger.

But month after month, year after year, Kalia never came back.

The courtiers told Arthas that his sister sat on a tree on the border day after day, looking up at the closed door of Quel'Thalas - the elven kingdom that had long been closed.

When Kalia was little.She was once saved by an elf prince, and her heart has been set on that person ever since.

That is love across races and a completely different life span...

Arthas didn't understand why this sister was so insistent.

The sister he remembered was the King of Alterac, the Princess of the Silver Hand, and the most beautiful woman in the world.

[She is no longer that sister. 】

Arthas told himself through gritted teeth that he was working like crazy.He taught his children carefully—but never went to Stratholm to see Kalia.

In this way, time gradually passed, he became mature, and then moved towards old age step by step...

The country is still in Alsace's hands, but he has gradually found this thing boring.

However, on the other hand, as he grew older, the pain and bitterness in his heart became deeper and deeper.

Stratholme's guards changed one batch after another, but Kalia never left.

She built a small thatched hut there and waited quietly for the moment the door opened.

However, until her death, Kalia still did not wait for the elf door to open...

When she was tortured by the disease and could no longer walk, she finally made a request to Arthas to return to Lordaeron.

Alsace almost crawled to Stratholme, and then saw his sister...

She was lying on the dirty thatch wearing a tattered armor, and the look in her eyes had almost dimmed.

"Alsace..."

she called, and Arthas took her hand weeping:

"Yes, I'm here. Sister."

Kallia smiled softly, her face covered with wrinkles - but in Arthas's eyes she was as beautiful as when she was young.

"Alsace, it seems I can't wait any longer..."

"When I close my eyes, please...burn me, and then...throw me on Lake Lordamre..."

She begged like this, but it aroused endless hatred in Alsace's heart:

"Why...why do you still think about him until you die!"

Arthas heard the story and immediately understood the reason for her words.

Isn't waiting a lifetime enough?

Does his sister want to stay in the most loving place in her heart even after she dies?

The elf prince who never appeared once.Is it worth her efforts?

Alsace doesn’t want this ending:

"He caused you so much pain, why do you continue to do this?"

"pain..."

To his surprise, Kalia shook her head slightly:

"I'm not in pain at all..."

A dazzling smile spread across her face.Holy light flows over her fingers.

"Alsace...I am happy...happy all my life..."

"I've been looking forward to it all my life..."

Her eyes slowly opened and looked into the void:

"This is...the happiest thing..."

"and..."

"As expected...you showed up..."

Alsace turned his head sharply and looked behind him.

An image made of holy light floats in the air.There is a gentle smile on the golden face...

"Sure enough...I should have put on this armor earlier..."

"In this way, I can...remember you earlier..."

On the golden portrait, even the lines of the hair are perfectly drawn. How long will it take to complete?

Arthas lowered his head and cried.

The hand he held in his hand grew colder little by little, taking away the last part of his world.

However, a few months later, Arthas still came to Lake Lordamre carrying Kaliya's ashes.

This is not because he has let go of these things, but simply because this is Kalia's wish...

No matter how sad and painful, Arthas still planned to realize her wish in the end.

He took a small boat and scattered the ashes little by little into Lake Lordamre.

However, a person who was once so important did not cause any ripples when he fell into the lake.

What is his sister living for?

"Are you angry?"

a voice asked Alsace.

"anger?"

Alsace looked at the sky slightly confused:

"Ah. I am angry, but I am more unwilling."

The voice laughed softly.

"Unwilling."

"I understand...do you want your sister?"

The voice slowly became soft and seductive:

"You want your sister, you want to kill the elf prince, right?"

Arthas raised his head and saw a pair of old eyes in the sky.

"You want to achieve your dreams. Want to make your sister happy?"

These eyes are deep and powerful. When they squint, the whole world is shaking:

"Then join us? I can bring you everything..."

Alsace's expression changed.

For a long time, he slightly raised his mouth...

"Demon?"

Time turned back at this moment, the old form became younger, and Alsace stood up.

Lake Lordamere disappeared completely.He stood alone on a dark ground.

The holy light burned blazingly on his body, and then he held a big sword.

"my dream..."

Alsace's shoulders trembled, and then he couldn't help but laugh:

"It's my dream to get my sister and kill that elf prince?"

He bent and jumped, his long sword slashed through the air and tore through the darkness:

"Don't think of me so dirty! Devil!!"

The darkness shattered like glass, and light fell from the sky.

The golden sunlight began to melt all the darkness, and Alsace stepped forward and walked out of the nightmare.

"Damn..."

The broken darkness roars:

"You will regret the choices you make today, and if you don't make any changes, everything you see will come true."

"That's her original destiny!!"

Alsace left without expression.

-

"Failed..."

In distant Northrend, an old voice sighed like this:

"But he is indeed the best body for me..."

"Then do it another way."

This is another voice. RQ