Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

Flames burned all over the sky, obscuring the view.

Hot pain, tearing pain... just like a thousand years ago.

"Make a bet with me..."

The young soul who traveled through time innocently challenged the aloof Dragon King of Time.

He achieved final victory and fell into the Sunwell.

At that time, it was as painful as it is now.

No...it hurts more now than then...

Thousands of years ago, he only needed to protect himself, but now, what he needs is to sacrifice himself.

The flames tore his skin and burned every drop of his blood. The extreme pain made Kael'thas tense and tremble.

The Sunwell is activating...

Using him as a guide, the extinguished flame began to rise and rise.

But at this moment, Kael'thas turned his head.

A shadowy figure appeared behind him at some point.

"Darkan..."

Kael'thas said this person's name without expression.

"Hehe...hahaha!!"

The elf mage looked up to the sky and laughed.

Only Kael'thas could hear the laughter of his soul.

"Finally here...the Sunwell, it's mine..."

Darkan's eyes sparkled with obsession, and he stretched out his hand to touch the surrounding flames like a treasure.

These golden flames burned his body, but could not completely burn him.

"That fool Archimonde. He actually chased an energy fragment and forgot about this powerful magic node!"

Dar'Kan seemed not to have seen Kael'thas.Self-care and joy.

His knowledge of the Sunwell is no less than that of Kael'thas.

The preciousness of the Sunwell does not actually lie in its original energy, but in its characteristics.

The ancient Well of Eternity began as a magical tool created by the Creators.But it was able to continuously absorb energy from this world and the endless void, and eventually became an existence that even Sargeras would covet.

The Sunwell did not fully inherit this feature - the elves did not restore it to its original power.

However, over thousands of years, the Sunwell still has a close relationship with the elements of the entire world, and has shaped itself into a powerful magic node.

The arcane elements of Azeroth as a whole can be described as magic nets. They are distributed in different areas and in different creatures, and exhibit different effects.Arcane elements don't disappear.But they are always flowing and transforming. At the convergence points of their flows, the places with powerful magic power are the magic nodes.

The location of the Sunwell is undoubtedly one of the most powerful nodes in the entire world.

Just reactivate it.Even without much energy it can be regrouped.

In fact, the power after the explosion of the Well of Eternity never disappeared, but was simply dispersed throughout the world.

It is possible for the Sunwell to regroup and become the Well of Eternity again.

This is what Dar'Kan and Kael'thas value.

But Kael'thas didn't expect Dar'Kan to come here.

He didn't know why the old mage was still alive, but he could guess that Darkan sneaked in quietly due to his negligence when the elves were addicted to magic after the explosion of the Sunwell.

However...one thing is for sure.

The visitor is not good...

Kael'thas stared at Dar'Kan.

"You seem to have forgotten me."

He reminded gently.

Darkan laughed, then turned to look at the Elf Prince with disdain in his eyes.

"You are activating the Sunwell and your body can't do anything right now. What can you do to me?"

He then laughed ferociously: "It would be better to say that after you activate the Sunwell, your death will begin."

"When the energy reaches a certain level, it will start to erode you, and at that time, I only need to move my hands a little..."

Darkan made a killing gesture, and then his eyes showed greed: "The Sunwell and your body will be taken over by me, haha. I will become the King of Elves..."

Maybe he was right.

Kael'thas is now unable to use his body to directly attack, and will also be eroded by energy.

However, he doesn't need to do it himself.

"Strike of Flame."

Kael'thas called upon the only holy sword that could survive the flames.

The unique holy sword of the Zhuri family suddenly cut through the flames and appeared next to him.

Darkan was shocked, then continued to laugh: "Are you kidding me? Just with this broken sword?"

"And... don't forget that I am a soul!"

He didn't believe that such an object's long sword posed any threat at all.

Then...

The flames roared through his body, and he was unscathed.

Darkan smiled happily, and then said: "Let me tell you one more thing, my life box is not here, you can't kill me no matter what!"

Kael'thas nodded slightly.

"Really? Thank you for telling me about this..."

He said something unexpected.

Dar'Khan opened his eyes wide and looked at Kael'thas in surprise.

"Are you crazy?"

He simply doubted whether the elf prince's head was burned out by grief.

"Maybe I'm really crazy..."

The ruthless eyes and cold voice made Darkan feel strange and cold.

"Did you hear the singing?"

Kael'thas asked again.

Darkan's heart trembled, but he still trembled, but he couldn't help but pay attention.

Ethereal singing reached his ears.

It was obviously a soul, but I heard a very distant song.

"what have you done?"

Darkan was furious.

This thing is incredible...

"I didn't do anything, it's just this singing...can't you hear where it's coming from?"

Kael'thas continued to guide his thoughts.

Although Darkan didn't want to act on his words at all.But he couldn't help but pay more attention.

The singing is getting clearer and clearer...

"The Highborne's Lament!"

He screamed with trembling teeth.

"Yes, this is the highborne's dirge. A dirge for you."

A young voice came.

When Darkan looked ahead again, Kael'thas' figure had disappeared.Only a young boy was left on the spot.

That boy...

"No, it's impossible..."

Darkan's pupils shrank and he stepped back.

The young man walked forward.

"Why are you afraid of seeing your past self? Darkan Drasil..."

He stepped forward step by step with bright red anger burning in his eyes.

"No, no, how could it be you."

Darkan backed away and roared: "You are a liar, a liar, and a monster!!"

"Monster?...Hahaha..."

The young man smiled mockingly, full of sorrow and pain: "Who is the monster?"

"You cried and swore to become strong and protect your tribe. Why did you vent this power on your tribe today?"

He ran, and almost in an instant, he came to Darkan and inserted the dagger in his hand: "You are the monster!!"

Soul-sucking pain.Darkan roared, holding his head, and his whole body began to dissipate.

A dark childhood, tribesmen who support each other, friends who fight together...

Beautiful Quel'Thalas...

'If I can become stronger, can I protect more people? '

When did those childish vows and lofty dreams be forgotten and discarded by him...

monster...

I am a monster...

The boundless regret and madness that welled up from his chest tore his soul apart, and like broken glass, Darkan's body was torn apart.

Even the life box inside the ice cage was instantly shattered.

The shadow faded away, leaving only a broken flame strike where the boy and the dagger were.

"Your soul is too weak in front of the will of the entire race."

Kael'thas stood on the other side.He looked coldly at the fragments of his soul that were swallowed up by the flames.

Even without taking action himself, Darkan is seeking his own death.

At this time, the magic circle united the will and faith of the entire elven race to protect him, and the Flame Strike absorbed this will.

It provoked the most vulnerable side of Darkan's heart, and then strengthened it countless times, causing the mage to perish on his own.

That's right, Dar'Kan wasn't killed by Flamestrike.

He was confused by the illusion created by the Flame Strike, lost the meaning of living, and thus destroyed himself.

Completely and completely destroyed...

The surrounding colors gradually changed.The golden color belonging to the Sunwell becomes more and more intense.

Kael'thas felt the elements shaking and cheering.

He raised his head, and three golden fireballs spread out from around him and began to absorb energy crazily.

The time has come - let him serve as the introduction, and in the end it will burn with him as the center.

The flames poured into his body, the elements transformed his body, and he walked step by step to the highest palace of God...

But the soul also begins to burn.

The elves' magic circle protected his body, but could not protect his soul.

He curled up with his eyes closed, his soul burning in the flames, silently and silently.

The pain was more piercing than being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, but it could not penetrate that cold heart.

In an already cold heart, what is the difference between being affectionate and ruthless?

No...or yes...

"Your Highness..."

Another weak body hugged him.

In the Sunwell, it is impossible for a second person's body to enter, unless it is a soul...

Kael'thas opened his eyes, and what appeared in front of him was Solanlian's crying and smiling face.

"I exchanged human destiny for this spell that allows the soul to leave the body, and it finally works."

The astrologer hugged Kael'thas tightly, and then murmured: "The only one I don't allow fate to take away is you, the one who has such a noble heart, the one I love most..."

Her eyes closed with a smile as the flames consumed her soul.

The golden figure swayed in Kael'thas's eyes, like a candle that could be extinguished at any time...

Little by little, my cold heart began to fluctuate...

"Do you want me to regret it again?"

Kael'thas struggled from the pain, stretched out his hand, and took the astromancer's hand.

"But...I won't let anyone die anymore..."

As he said this, he slowly held Solanlian's soul in his arms, blocking the erosion of the flames.

Even such a fragile soul dares to resist the power of the Sunwell.

So he, who has lived in the Sunwell for thousands of years...

Why not create another miracle! (To be continued