Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

Archimonde strode away from Quel'Thalas.

Arthas followed, taking out some mages on the way before finding his companions in a coffin.

A dark soul.

At Ner'zhul's call, the soul twisted into a phantom banshee, then screamed and followed Arthas out of Quel'Thalas.

She forgot everything about her life and was born full of resentment and indifference.

Banshee Queen...

This is the name Ner'zhul gave her.

On the ruins of the Sunwell Palace, many elves are crying...

The black dragon circled and flew by, putting Kael'thas down.

The prince clutched his chest and endured the pain of emptiness as he walked.

The destruction of the Sunwell made all elves feel empty and tired, and their weakness reduced their strength. This was the effect of magic addiction.

Once the source of energy that has illuminated the entire country for thousands of years disappears, the addiction to magic will increase day by day.

As time goes by, more and more elves will be swallowed up by this fatal addiction, and then lose their hearts... becoming famous heartless people in later generations.

The heartless ones will frantically absorb all the magical energy they can feel, and this addiction will continue to spread among the elves, making more elves become such crazy demon-loving creatures.

In order to save the people corrupted by magic addiction, the original Kael'thas embarked on a road of no return.

but...

This time was different, he already knew the solution to his addiction.

The bodies of Anastarian and the Queen were surrounded by elves.They silently moved out of the way, allowing Kael'thas to step inside.

The handsome king lay on his back with a smile on his face.Holding his wife's hand tightly.

Kael'thas squatted down slowly.

He touched it with trembling hands, feeling their cold cheeks between the two relatives.

This was the first time he saw the queen.

This noble silver-haired woman.She has a very gentle face, much more beautiful than in the portrait.

This is Kael'thas' mother.

But in the end, can they still not meet each other?

Kael'thas, who already understood everything, had obviously not heard her voice yet.

"Finally...see you."

No, maybe there will still be a miracle.

A pair of hands hugged Kael'thas from behind, a pair of shadow-like hands glowing with a faint white light.

Kael'thas turned around and saw a face that was exactly the same as the one on the ground.

"Mother..."

He opened his mouth.He spoke with some trembling.

"Well, it's me..."

The shadow smiled with tears in its eyes:

"Your father used his power to let me stay a little longer, so I could finally see you..."

"My little Kyle...Mom can hold you this time..."

"I'm always sorry...but..."

She arched her eyebrows.Touching Kael'thas with soft and warm hands:

"You are my proudest child..."

Kael'thas opened his eyes wide, his face showing deep sorrow and pain, but he couldn't cry...

"Ah, ah..."

His mouth was open, maybe he wanted to cry, but the tears did not gather at all.

"No need to say it, I know...Thank you..."

The queen hugged him in tears, and her body turned into white light and slowly disappeared:

Kael'thas stayed where he was, confused and lost.

He squatted on the ground, staring at the corpses of his parents like a statue...

After a long time, Solanlian also covered her chest and staggered here.

She threw herself next to Kael'thas.

"Your Highness..."

The astromancer reached out his hand, but did not dare touch Kael'thas.

"Solanlian..."

Kael'thas turned his head slowly.With empty eyes, he looked at her and asked:

"I...why can't I cry?"

The astromancer's eyes immediately turned red.

"That's because Your Highness hasn't slept for a long time..."

she replied.

Ever since Archimonde came, until now, Kael'thas has not slept once in a long time.

His eyes had become dry and he couldn't squeeze out tears.

"is that so..."

Kael'thas stretched out his hand and looked at it.

Dry vision, painful vision, pain every time I blink...

He tightened his hand little by little.Then stood up.

"Send the order, seal Quel'Thalas!"

Kael'thas's voice echoed across the dusty ruins.

"Yes."

Some mages bowed and went down.

They faithfully carry out the prince's orders and will deliver them to the border within a few minutes.

But Solanlian became panicked:

"Your Highness, what are you going to do!?"

The outcome she had predicted long ago still frightened her at this moment.

"My people are corrupted by their addiction to magic, and the Sunwell must be reforged."

Kael'thas replied indifferently.

"With your life!?"

Solanlian shouted.

Kael'thas is the son of God and the aggregation of the Sunwell. He can use himself as his own body to reactivate the Sunwell.

But...the price is huge.

"My body can handle the force without breaking."



Kael'thas ignored Solanlian and stepped forward.

The Astromancer pulled at the hem of his trousers.

"No...Your Highness, please...don't..."

She begged with tears:

"You don't know what the outcome will be, it will cost you everything!"

Kael'thas didn't turn around.

“Miracles come at a price.”

"I will become a god. Even if I completely lose my feelings, I will not change my original path."

He finished.Solanlian couldn't help but open her eyes in fear.

"You all know?"

she asked shakily.

The risks of activating the Sunwell are enormous...

If successful, the new Sunwell will be centered around Kael'thas.However, the mortal soul cannot accept information from the entire world or even countless planes - it will be shattered and reorganized in the huge energy impact.

Kael'thas would become a true god, a Sunwell without emotions, only thinking.

That ending.This is the future that Solanlian sees.

The moment she received the magic circle from Mephitus a few years ago, Solanlian saw all this: the Sunwell would be successfully activated, but there would be no emotion in the prince's golden moment.

He will never love, hate, rejoice, or even be sad anymore...

For a long time, Kael'thas simply lived as a god, and no one could contact him.

This is an ending Solanlian cannot accept...

She has been struggling to change the ending...

but.Why would Kael'thas know?

"Yes, I already know everything."

The elf prince did not answer this question, but he still said this, and then glanced around.Focusing on Lor'themar:

"Including everything that happened in the past, I know..."

He took a step forward and tore his trousers from Solanlian's hand.

There was no pause or hesitation in his steps.

"Solanlian..."

"thanks..."

The last sound melted into the wind.

Cold tears slipped from the corners of his eyes and fell silently to the ground.

No matter how long the insomnia lasted, no matter how dry his eyes were, Kael'thas finally shed his tears.

However, the long-delayed tears could no longer restore his broken heart.

【I haven't done anything...】

But this time, Kael'thas will not suffer any more failures.

Years of hard work, looking back.Everything is like illusory clouds and smoke...

Use nothing but power.

"Wow!!"

Solanlian fell to the ground and cried loudly. As she cried, she recited a spell.

The flames trembled, and the runestones throughout Quel'Thalas began to glow.

The elements trembled and connected, and a huge magic circle formed.

It was shrouded in golden light and spinning, slowly floating into the sky, covering the entire Quel'Thalas.

The prince is crying...

He needs help...

This is a golden picture, when all the elves covering their empty hearts look up.You can see its reflected back.

The young prince, with his cloak in pieces, staggered toward the extinguished Sunwell...

finally...

They know, they understand.

That is the last hope, the hope that requires the prince's sacrifice...

"Woooo..."

I don’t know when, the sound of crying resounded on this earth.

One, two...

More and more elves are crying.

A small flame appeared in the dark forest, and the light swayed, swaying in the wind.

"That is our prince, the future king..."

Someone whimpered.

More and more flames appeared and spewed out, spreading from a village to a forest to the entire Quel'Thalas in an instant.

Whether it's a soldier fighting demons on the battlefield, or a child looking back at home on the ocean...

Everyone raised their hands, put their souls and beliefs into their hands, and let the tiny flames burn.

The magic circle is absorbing faith.

At the gate of Silvermoon City, Liadrin, who was squatting on the ground after picking up Quel'Delar with her hand, raised her head.

She saw the entire night sky covered in light, and countless flames flying from the ground towards the magic circle...

This dazzling light dims the stars, as if it were a reborn sunwell...

Quel'Delar began to tremble in her arms.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuah!!"

She threw her head back and cried, crying at the top of her lungs.

Nothing was done...

Once again she did... nothing.

What's the point of becoming a priest if you're destined to be unable to protect yourself?

A ship entered Quel'Thalas, and Valeera raised her head on the deck.

Tears fell from her eyes...

After she put down the dagger, what did she do?

Golden light fell from the sky and gathered behind Kael'thas, burning with bright flames on his body.

This fire from all the spirits burns and guards his path...

"The people are crying, this must be the right way."

He whispered like this, stepping into the well of the sun that had been extinguished...

From now on, no one can stand in the way of the elves. RQ