Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

In the closed hall, the two-headed hellhound groaned.

Its name is Immortar, an evil and chaotic disaster dog from the Twisting Nether. It is the pet of the Dreadlord and one of his most capable men.

This miserable devil has been imprisoned for so long and still cannot escape the end of death.

Kael'thas stood safely in the hall. He summoned the hellfire and drove out all the upper elf guards.

Except Torcedrin.

The ruler of Elre'Thalas is now standing in front of the groaning Cerberus, frantically sucking out its remaining power.

The muscles on his tall body were tense, showing his growing strength.

Kael'thas remained silent, not even intending to disturb Torcedrin's actions. He just stood aside and quietly waited for the result.

He had considered converting this huge demon directly, and then overwhelming Torcedrin's forces in one fell swoop.

But Cerberus is a demon that cannot be transformed, and most of its power has disappeared, so Kael'thas gave up this idea.

He allowed Tortheldrin to absorb the demon's power, preparing to achieve victory in one fell swoop.

After a few minutes passed, the hellhound's moans became more and more subtle, and finally he collapsed to the floor.

And Torsedlin's power has reached the holy level.

"sorry to keep you waiting."

He turned around, grinned ferociously and said to Kael'thas: "It seems like those idiots didn't cause you any harm."

Kael'thas also laughed.

"They're... useless than I thought."

He admitted unceremoniously.

In the battle just now, the performance of the elves was much lower than he expected.

But it also proves his strength.

After the rebirth of the Sunwell.Kael'thas no longer has a clear idea of ​​his own strength.

His clone is a legend, but his weapons and body are supplemented by magic power from the Sunwell, so there is no need to worry about consumption.

It can be said that physical strength can no longer measure Kael'thas' power.

The battle just proved one thing: even without summoning two pets, Kael'thas' power far exceeds that of the legendary professional.

If you add his pets, he will be almost invincible below the saint level - even if he is beaten by many people.

However...

This wasn't real power yet, he didn't bring out his own weapons.

Kael'thas wanted to test the power of Flamestrike.This gives him a rough idea of ​​his limits.

Torsedrine is the best test subject.

In his surprised gaze, Kael'thas retracted the weapons surrounding him, and also put away his purple weightless stance.

"what are you doing?"

Torsedlin, who felt that he had the upper hand, was not in a hurry.He asked: "Withdraw the spell, do you think I can let you go easily now?"

To Kael'thas, this was a ridiculous statement.

"Of course not. I just wanted to see how long it would take to kill you without the help of these things."

He sneered.

Torsedlin's heart trembled.

But when he looked directly, he still only felt the power of legend.

The gap between Saint level and Legend is like an elephant and an ant, nothing can bridge it.

Torcedlin believes this has always been the case.

"I admit, this is the best joke I've heard today."

He picked up the dagger and narrowed his eyes at Kael'thas: "Catch you. You elves should provide us with new energy..."

Kael'thas nodded.

"Of course, but only if you can catch me."

He obviously didn't take it seriously.

Torcedrin was furious at Kael'thas's indifferent attitude.

"Young man, don't overestimate your capabilities!"

He rushed towards Kael'thas.

The rapid speed left an afterimage behind him.Let some thieves also eclipse.

This upper elf is obviously not a simple mage.

Several rotating balls were launched, and when Kael'thas avoided these balls, Torsedrin's body was already close at hand.

"Strike of Flame."

Calm voice.

The world stopped in an instant, and the golden figure cut through time and space.It stabbed straight into Torsedlin's chest.

"how is this possible..."

Tortheldrin—the upper elf's eyes widened in confusion. Before he could react, his whole body was instantly surrounded by golden flames.

The scorching temperature, the body burning silently, not even the blood can drip from it.

"So weak..."

Kael'thas sighed softly, and he slowly walked out of the flames with Flame Strike.

The body is intact, the sword is not stained at all...

He stared at the sword in his hand.Then he let go.

Flamestrike left without a trace - back to the Sunwell.

Kael'thas turned and looked at the burning flames. The body inside evaporated like straw in a matter of seconds.

Terrifying power.

"No...he's not weak."

Kael'thas recalled the feeling just now. Tortheldrin's power was indeed holy level.

In other words.

"I'm stronger than I thought..."

Kael'thas smiled.

Summoning Flame Strike, he can instantly gain powerful strength and speed.

This power is enough to kill a saint-level professional instantly!

Perhaps, if circumstances permit, demigods can also be eliminated.

The clone is like this... but what about the real body?

[Is it still necessary to hide it? 】

Kael'thas couldn't help but think this way, but he quickly abandoned this doubt.

No matter how powerful the force is, being able to operate in a low-key and secretive manner is the best choice.

Once you gain strength and show it without restraint, that is the act of a reckless man.

"You go back too."

Kael'thas waved his hand and dispersed the hellfire blocking the door.

A group of Highborne guards ran in.Then his eyes widened.

Apart from the corpse of the Cerberus, Kael'thas was the only one present in this hall.

The results speak for themselves.

"Your Highness, could it be that..."

But there were still some upper elves who couldn't believe it and looked at Kael'thas.

"Which prince are you talking about?"

Kael'thas smiled lightly, but his eyes were not friendly at all: "If it were Tortheldrin, he would have gone to another world."

The last doubts disappeared.

These upper elves looked at each other, and then knelt down one by one with expressions of fear and uneasiness.

"I have seen Your Highness."

They called again.But the object has obviously changed.

At this moment, the upper elves returned to the descendants of their original people.

The rebellious movement then stopped, and Alleria and others returned to Kael'thas unharmed.

Modishal found a list of massacres in Torsedrin's bedroom.and fully publicize his crimes.

The highborne elves of Elre'Thalas no longer had any reason to resist Kael'thas' new rule, so they calmed down obediently.

However, Kael'thas killed some who were originally members of Tortheldrin's faction.

He used police dogs to kill chickens.Tell the remaining people not to think beyond words.

In fact, Kael'thas is not worried about the resistance of these upper elves - in a few days, the blood elves will take advantage of the city.

And most of the upper elves are still happy about such a return.

They have stayed in this city for ten thousand years and cannot freely use and study magic. They have long been worse off than dead.

The return of the blood elves is just enough to satisfy their desires.

The next day, Kael'thas sat on the throne of ruler of Elre'Thalas.

The blood elves stood on both sides of him, and below were the highborne elves and trolls looking at each other.

"Your Highness, is this...?"

There was an upper elf mage who was somewhat dissatisfied with this situation.Then he spoke out.

Kael'thas interrupted him directly.

"In my eyes, trolls have the right to stand with you."

He revealed frankly: "They have been working under me for many years, and they have also helped Quel'Thalas."

"But you haven't gained my complete trust yet."

These words made the trolls happy, but made the proud upper elves a little unhappy.

This is the form.They couldn't resist.

Kael'thas is not so unkind.

"I will not favor anyone. As long as you are loyal enough, one day, you can return to our tribe."

This is the greatest advantage of the Highborne.

Being from the same clan, Kael'thas did not completely stop their thoughts.

Even if they look different, they have lived in Quel'Thalas for thousands of years.It's enough for complete assimilation.

The Highborne also understood this, and no one dared to complain anymore.

Then, Modishal walked in with a long sword in his arms.

"Your Highness, this is Quel'Sera."

He handed the sword to Alleria, and then handed it to Kael'thas.

A beautiful long sword, the material is full of magic, I don't know what it is made of.

But this sword is just an ordinary long sword. Unlike Quel'Delar, it has not yet been tempered.

"Quel'Sera needs the flame quenching of the high-ranking dragons so that it can truly awaken."

Modishal added below.

Kael'thas certainly knew this, and it wasn't difficult for him.

He took out a phoenix feather from his arms and placed it on Quel'Sera's sword.

The feathers burned, then turned into a thin golden light that enveloped Quel'Sera.

Kael'thas let go of his hand, and the sword disappeared into the air.

"This is?"

Modishal and the upper elves were stunned. They noticed the fluctuations in the teleportation and felt very incredible.

"I returned Quel'Thala to Quel'Thalas."

Kael'thas did not hide anything and said the reason: "Quel'Sera can be quenched there."

The Black Dragon Princess is in Quel'Thalas, and she is the most suitable candidate.

"Lana'thel..."

He looked at the female warrior on his right: "Just wait a little longer!"

"...Yes."

Lana Seer's eyes lit up, and she nodded in response.

"Go on..."

Kael'thas pondered, and then ordered: "Send the message to Azshara so that Solanlian and the others can come over."

"Be prepared to show the changes in Elre'Thalas to the outside world in a few days, so we don't have to hide our presence."