Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

Golden palace, bright red flags flying.

Anastarian stood on the island of Quel'denis, where the sun never sets, looking straight at the sky.

The dark aura coming from the sky made him tremble all over.

"Your Majesty, there is no result."

A legendary mage stood behind Anastarian, saluting him guiltily.

Failed again——

This is the most ironic thing. High elves are known as a magical race, but for dozens of centuries, they have never had a mage who can predict the future.

In the short history of human magic, there have always been people like Medivh who can see through destiny.

Why not Quel'Thalas?

They even have an organization of astrologers who specialize in studying fate and stars, but no matter how they study, they will never achieve great results without talent.

"Fate has never favored us in Quel'Thalas."

Anastarian gritted his teeth.

He suddenly resented the world.

Since the distant past, the high elves have never received any preferential treatment from the world, and they have only reached their current level of comfort through sacrifice.

They don't want to fight for anything, and they are almost happy...

But the astrologers predicted not long ago a darkness that could destroy the entire country.

Those without talent can only do this. They have no idea where the darkness comes from and how it will happen.

"Has Solanlian arrived?"

Anastarian asked coldly without the mage noticing his expression.

"Yes. Your Majesty, Her Royal Highness the Queen has asked her to come back."

The old mage lowered his head and asked for instructions:

"Do you want her to come over now for an audience?"

He was Solanlian's teacher, and he couldn't help but worry about this disciple.

For some unknown reason, Solanlian refused the king's recall order and did not come back until the queen spoke.

[Don’t she know the danger of disobeying His Majesty? 】

The old mage was a little annoyed.

But Anastarian didn't care about him at all. After calling Solanlian over again, the old mage was expelled far away.

"Join Your Majesty."

Solanlian knelt down behind Anastarian with a gloomy expression.

The elf king turned and looked down at her.There was a cold light in the eyes.

"Solanlian, I know very well that your ability to predict is very special."

He said indifferently:

"But this is not the reason for you to be arrogant and disobey orders."

Solanlian lowered her head in silence and remained silent.

Anastarian stared at her.After a long time, he spoke again.

"However, you are not such a person, so I forgive you..."

He looked around.After making sure that no elves were present, he continued to ask in a calm voice:

"Tell me, what do you know?"

"You should know that you can't hide it from me."

Murderous aura enveloped the astromancer, and Anastarian suddenly released his powerful power:

"If you can't contribute anything to Quel'Thalas, I won't keep you."

Solanlian was pressed tightly to the ground by this force, and she had no power to resist.

【Sure enough, I can’t resist this fate...】

She felt a little sad, as her months of futile struggle had completely lost its meaning.

As Anastarian said, no one could keep a secret from him.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I will tell you..."

Solanlian compromised.

She had no choice. Even if she didn't compromise, Anastarian had countless ways to wrest the secrets from her hands.

Compromise, maybe hide some...

Then, Solanlian said everything that needed to be said.

That magic circle was obtained by Anastarian.

Solanlian lowered her head.She didn't dare to look up, or she didn't dare to look at the expression of the current Elf King.

"You go down..."

Anastarian asked her to leave, his voice a little hoarse.

"Yes..."

Solanlian lowered her eyes and backed away slowly.

Anastarian stood there, looking up at the sky.

There was neither sadness nor joy in his eyes, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"His Majesty..."

after a long time.Another female voice greeted him.

"Onyxia."

Anastarian turned to look at the Black Dragon Princess.

The black dragon princess stood there calmly and calmly, her brows and eyes full of life.

"It seems that the bewitchment of the ancient gods has disappeared in your heart."

Anastarian looked a little better.

"Yes."

Onyxia nodded, with a smile on her lips:

"All those damn sounds are gone."

The curse of the black dragon clan disappeared on her, thanks to the research and treatment of the elves during this period.

Many people don't know the curse of the Black Dragon clan. However, during the ancient war, the Black Dragon King was bewitched by the ancient gods and betrayed the Dragon clan and the world.Afterwards, all black dragons will hear temptations from the Old Gods throughout their lives.

Onyxia has one too.

But now she is liberated.

No one wants to be tempted by some scary sound inside their head.

"The power of the Sunwell is really amazing..."

Onyxia praised happily, and then saluted Anastarian:

"Then I'll leave first."

Her etiquette is already standard high elf etiquette - this is Liadrin's credit.

Anastarian watched Onyxia leave.

The healthy back of the Black Dragon Princess made him feel a little better.

[At least we are not without countermeasures. 】

He thought this, and then walked towards the interior of the Sunwell Palace.

Several elven mages quickly followed behind him.

"Send Salorian Morningseeker to come."

Anastarian ordered to a guard.

"Yes."

The guard walked outside.

There are not a few minutes left.Salorian Dawnseeker came to Anastarian with the sword Quel'Delar.

"What are your orders, Your Majesty?"

He knelt down on one knee and asked for instructions.

Anastarian asked a mage to bring a magic crystal and carve it on it.

Soon, a golden magic circle formed inside the crystal.

"Take this, leave Quel'denis Island, and go to..."

He explained the specific things.

Salorian carefully accepted the task, then bent down and left.

Anastarian believed in the young man's loyalty and strength.So I didn't worry much anymore.

He has to meet someone now...

That person is his wife, the queen of Quel'Thalas...

Anastarian suddenly missed her.

He met her and wanted to accompany her.

【I must be willful this time...】

Anastarian made a bitter oath in his heart.The pace did not stop for a moment.

But when he came to Silvermoon City, something else caught Anastarian's attention.

He did not go to the queen for the time being, but came directly to the hall.He looked up at the throne.

On top of that throne, an elf sword wrapped in flames was suspended, as if summoning something.

"Strike of Flame..."

Anastarian read out the name of this family heirloom sword, but he couldn't figure out why the sword moved strangely.

Flame Strike is the sword of the Sun Chaser family and the supreme artifact of the entire high elves family.

Its own strength and material cannot be compared with those real artifacts, but it is a magical sword.

This sword embodies the thoughts and beliefs of all elves...

This is what the first Elf King told Anastarion when he took the sword from his father.

"Represents the high elves, belonging to the Sun Chasers..."

"However, it is not a sword made by us, so it will only become a real elf sword after the body is broken..."

Anastarian did not understand the precise meaning of these words.

But he knew that the Flame Strike was not forged by the high elves.Because of its spirituality, it has been passed down by the Zhuri family.

He had also thought about breaking the Flame Strike, but Anastarian still did not dare to do such an offensive act.

Flamestrike has always been loved by the Sun Chaser family, even Anastarian usually puts it on the throne.

However, why is it making a fuss at this moment?

[The last time there was a change was in the Troll War...]

Anastarion remembered that the last time Flamestrike was changed was during the Troll Wars hundreds of years ago.Even though the dark shadows of the future can be seen now, the sword is not that magical yet.

"Is it..."

With a thought in his heart, Anastarian thought of the magic circle.

He walked to the throne, held the Flame Strike with one hand, and slowly drew the magic circle in the air with the other hand.

A mutation has occurred...

The sword of Flame Strike suddenly burst out with a golden flame, and it swam away like a snake.

This sword seems to have a pair of eyes.He actually carved the exact same magic circle on the sword.

Anastarian felt his whole body shudder.

"I see..."

The fog in his eyes dissipated, and then he raised his mouth and couldn't help laughing:

"So that's it, haha, Mephitus, what a good plan!"

"Strike of Flame, Kael'thas, is this your weapon?"

The light of Flamestrike gradually dimmed, but Anastarian's laughter never ceased.

He had no reason to stop.

Because powerful weapons that only belong to elves and powerful kings that only belong to elves will be born in the near future.

For that future, no matter how much sacrifice and pain you have to pay, it will be worth it... At the same time, Kael'thas is still staying in Karazhan to continue his studies.

He did not see the mutation of the three weapons, nor did he receive any dangerous information.

He was like a white mouse that had been shut away by history. After a long period of silence, he was suddenly remembered again.

In the dark corners of Karazhan, fragments of the future appear piecemeal, reflecting the more distant future.

However, soon, Kael'thas' footsteps would reach this place inadvertently.

What kind of future does he see...RQ