Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

The night wind was freezing and biting.

The bright moon rose, and Kael'thas set foot on the snowy mountains of Alterac again with deep despair.

Paladins in brand new armor received him.

"Her Royal Highness, no...Her Majesty the Queen is leading the people to Kalimdor in Lordaeron."

Holding the silver warhammer, Tirion, who was re-appointed commander, asked:

"Are you going to meet her?"

It was bone-chilling, and Kael'thas had never been so cold as it was at this moment.

He had heard about Lordaeron, but could never bring himself to go there.

"I can't change it anymore, so what else should I do?"

Kael'thas said this, took over Solanlian's elf troops, and walked lonely towards the Hinterlands.

Tirion watched the elves leave.

There was worry in the paladin's eyes, a flash of regret... but he took no action.

He is now the commander of Lordaeron, ordered to protect the people who remain in Lordaeron and Alterac.

After many years of getting along, humans and elves have developed a rift for the first time.

Kael'thas has made such great efforts just to prevent humans from abandoning the elves.

But he failed, and it was a complete failure the moment Archimonde appeared.No matter what he did, it was meaningless in the face of that huge power.

The shadow of failure gathered in his heart, making his heart bleed.

Along the way, no one spoke...

These elves quietly accompany their prince.Maybe just to eliminate a trace of the shadow in his heart.

He was surrounded only by the company of these tribesmen.

Only these people will be selflessly loyal to him...

However.Kael'thas is still hesitant now.

The astrologer following him felt strange to him...

The most loyal person ever.Why help humans escape?

"Your Highness, we may be able to investigate the plague."

Alleria suddenly broke the silence.

Kael'thas stopped the team and looked at the woman.

"Your Highness, when we passed by Hillsbrad Hills today, I found that the remnants of the plague did not seem to have any impact on us elves."

The female ranger bowed and replied:

"Just in case, we might be able to retrieve some samples to determine its threat."

Her suggestion awakened Kael'thas.

Plague - the agent of change in the war situation.

This thing must not break out among the high elves.

Kael'thas immediately suspended his plans to go to the Hinterlands.Start walking towards Hillsbrad Foothills.

The undead transformed by human civilians cannot pose a threat to the elves who are all high-level strength.

The air was filled with a pungent rotten smell, and the elves used fire to drive away the incoming undead. They searched for the source of the plague from one village after another.

These actions attracted the attention of Alsace who returned to this land.

Some death knights were ordered to deal with these elves.

But these new death knights.Before he even came into contact with the team, he was solved by Salorian who was holding Quel'Delar.

The saint-level warrior held the holy sword and dexterously leaped among the undead. The terror even surpassed that of Mograine.

Arthas lost his mind.

He stood in the far darkness, carefully observing the movements of the elves.

The huge figures of Hellfire and Phoenix opened the way ahead, and the flames burned the grassland.

"No, that's not right..."

I don’t know why, but the broken ice that Darkan was standing on suddenly trembled.

"Alsace, go ahead, go ahead, I want to see the prince with my own eyes!!"

Arthas frowned.

He wouldn't dare act carelessly on such a dangerous matter.

But the order from Ner'zhul was soon issued, and Arthas could only carefully cover up his aura and test forward from the dark forest.

After passing several villages, he finally reached a position where he could see Kael'thas.

The handsome prince rides a white chocobo.Surrounded by all the elves.

Just like a painting...

But this is not the case in Darkan's eyes.

Without the restraints of his body and his soul power greatly increased, what he saw at this moment was an elf shrouded in golden light.

"No, it's impossible...how could it be possible!!"

His voice was trembling, frightened...hysterical...

"What did they do! How could this possibly succeed!!"

His roar did not reach the air, but it caused the bodies of the undead around him to shake and their bones to rattle.

Arthas was a little confused.

"Is something wrong?"

He couldn't help but ask.

"Nothing is right! Damn it...that old guy Mephitus must be hiding his aura!"

Darkan gritted his teeth, but there was still fear in his voice:

"If I had known earlier...I wouldn't have looked for any dark energy..."

Unfortunately, the old mage's voice disappeared immediately - he did not trust this death knight.

No matter how Arthas pressed, he didn't answer.

Only in the cage above the glacier did Darkan speak to his trusted companion.

"Prince Kael'thas will be the biggest obstacle to our plan."

Of course no one else knows all this.

Hillsbrad Hills.The elves finally found an unbroken bottle of plague water in a village.

The bottle was thrown into the well by the devil and happened to be protected by the well water.

Carrying this bottle of plague, Kael'thas and the others climbed the mountain again and headed towards the Hinterlands.

As the altitude increases, the fragrance of the forest's vegetation at night dispels the putrid stench of the undead.

After giving up their mounts, these elves jumped freely among the trees.

The freedom and spontaneity that comes from nature gave their tired hearts a brief rest.

Didn't go to the territory of the Wildhammer dwarves.After letting a few elves take the plague to the small town of Quel'danil, Kael'thas came to Zintharo.

The old capital of this troll.It still maintains the ancient style, with broad-leaved trees scattered among them.

Magic lanterns light the way in the streets.Kael'thas moved upward.

At the top, Salil, who was getting up in a hurry, and an old troll were lying tightly on the ground.

Kael'thas looked at the two people quietly.

"You seem to already know the situation."

He speaks.

From the actions of the two, Kael'thas learned the answer.

"We elves are plunged into darkness, and now it's your turn to make a choice."

Salil and the old troll Zero Ling trembled.

"Your Highness, we will always obey your will."

They responded instantly in the affirmative.

Kael'thas silently oppressed them, but the two men did not say any words of remorse.

"Even if I want you to die?"

He continued to ask... The old troll hesitated for a while.

But Salil was still certain:

"Yes."

Her answer made the old troll finally agree.

Looking at the two trolls trembling at their feet.Kael'thas's face finally regained some color.

It seems that some of the past decisions have achieved results.

"We elves are retreating, Salil, let your trolls go to the north to help."

Kael'thas said solemnly:

"Get the elves away from Quel'Thalas as quickly as possible. This is your mission."

"This is your best chance to gain the approval of the elves."

He wasn't worried about the trolls' rebellion.

These trolls are too weak.The risk of defection is huge - and the trolls are not that stupid to think about.

Without the protection of the elves, it would be impossible for these trolls to live peacefully in the Hinterlands.

Now that she has made her choice, Salil will definitely implement this decision to the end.

Kael'thas asked the two men to get up and began to order them to prepare the ships.

After the explanation, he left Sinsaro again.

When leaving, Kael'thas took a serious look at the old troll - Karma.

The troll priest standing next to Salil was the one who changed the fate of their race.

After a few years, the old troll has become gray-haired and dry.

He stood half a step behind Salil obediently, not daring to resist the leader at all.

This is good...

As long as Salil maintains her rule.Kael'thas can be more at ease with the trolls.

After walking out of Zinsaro, Kael'thas stopped in a corner of the forest.

Two elves emerged from the darkness and knelt down towards him.

"Tell me why they are so afraid of me."

Kael'thas asked.

He was curious as to why the two trolls were so nervous when they met.

And the answer was just as he expected... After the Elf Prince left, Salil and Karma returned to their meeting hall.

After dispersing the guards, the two of them walked around the main seat at the back and saw a doomsday guard dead on the ground.

"Assholes. These damn demons would tempt us before Your Highness comes."

Salil stepped hard on the demon's chest a few times.

"His Royal Highness Kael'thas should know, but fortunately he did not blame..."

Karma wiped her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned to look at the young leader:

"But how about killing this demon? We cannot bear Archimonde's wrath."

"anger?"

Salil narrowed her eyes and sneered:

"They didn't take us seriously at all when they sent such a miscellaneous soldier here."

Instead she glared at Karma.

"Why did you pause when His Highness asked a question just now?"

Salil cursed angrily:

"Do you want us all to be finished?"

Karma took a step back, then lowered his head in fear.

"No, it's just that Your Highness's question was too scary..."

He then began to argue - the old troll didn't want his few people to be slaughtered anymore.

However, Salil quickly interrupted him.

"No matter what His Highness says, following him is more suitable and reliable than anyone else."

There was a faint light shining in her eyes, and then she said with certainty:

"No one in this world will treat us like His Highness, and our experiences over the years have confirmed this..."

"As for those demons."

Salil looked down at the corpse at her feet and said with mockery on her face:

"The ancient war proves that they can give nothing to others except destruction." RS