Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

Kael'thas' intervention caused the night elves to fall into a brief silence.

Malfurion and Tyrande looked at each other for a few moments and then made a decision.

"Illidan, can you swear to the moon god that you will never do anything that harms the world again?"

Tyrande took two steps forward and asked the half-demon in front of him.

"Luna? No...I don't believe her now."

Illidan sneered and shook his head, then said directly:

"But I can swear to you, Tyrande, that as long as you don't want to... I will never destroy any land in the world again."

His words surprised Kael'thas.

[What a seed of infatuation. 】

Many people have this idea, but not everyone.

"This oath means nothing."

Malfurion spoke displeased - he didn't believe his brother.

But Illidan wasn't angry either.

He turned his blindfolded eyes to Malfurion and said in a deep voice:

"Brother... no, Malfurion, you are the only one who has no right to say that to me."

"I love Tyrande as much as you do. No matter what I do or what I become, I will never betray the promise I made to her."

At this moment, Malfurion was speechless.

But as Illidan said, both of them have valued Tyrande very much since childhood. Illidan even fell in love with Tyrande before Malfurion.

If he were to change positions now, Malfurion would not break his promise.

"You're right. I was too arbitrary."

So, he gave in with a gloomy expression.

"Illidan. We'll let you go this time."

Tyrande breathed a sigh of relief, and then warned again:

"I hope this time you can find your own true way of survival besides strength."

However, for a long time, Illidan still didn't answer.

"Let's go, Malfurion."

Tyrande turned towards her husband.

The leopards took steps to run, and the two of them took the night elves away in a blink of an eye.

On the ruins of Dalaran, only three people were left again.

"Your Highness Kael'thas..."

Illidan turned around.Wanted to express his gratitude.

But Kael'thas interrupted his next words.

"All right..."

The elf prince, the youngest among the three, took two steps forward and turned to face the two of them alone:

"After dispersing the guests, it's our turn."

he smiles.

This smile that looked warm and bright was now as biting as frost.

"What do you mean?"

Illidan's face darkened.

"You should be very clear."

Kael'thas' smile narrowed.Then he said slowly:

"The Well of Eternity..."

Illidan moved his hands and picked up the weapon. Two long blades with green light flashed in his hands.

"It is indeed this! Ridiculous..."

He showed a ferocious smile:

"Try it if you have the guts, legendary mage!"

Legendary mage?

Kael'thas turned his head to the other side and watched as Vashj also took out a bow and pointed it at him.

"Are you looking down on me too much?"

As he said this, the air around him rippled, and seven weapons of different colors appeared strangely.

"Interesting stuff, but too weak!"

Illidan flew forward.

His dagger sliced ​​through the air with a desolate and murderous look.The light is brilliant.

At this moment, Illidan was like a mountain pressing down on him, with the power of the demigod covering the blade, making it impossible to escape.

The legendary clone of Kael'thas would never be able to withstand the power of even one of his blows.

But it doesn't matter.

Listening to the explosions on his shield, Kael'thas knew that the weapons were blocking Vashj's arrows, which could slow down his enemies.

They were released only for this purpose.

"Strike of Flame."

Kael'thas handed over his body to the holy sword, and his whole person transformed instantly.

Although his body was so thin, his eyes were like an unsheathed sword, glowing with dazzling brilliance.

Put your back feet on the ground and stretch out your hands.

The sword sealed the throat, and the golden flame went straight to the throat.

Illidan's pupils widened.He raised his upper body and quickly took three steps back. Only then did he realize that cold sweat was dripping down his back.

He looked down at his chest, his whole body falling into a daze.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Kael'thas holds a sword in his right hand and four bottles of well water in his left hand, his face full of joy.

He won again, and the last well water returned to him.

However, since he learned to use Flame Strike, his fighting style has increasingly deviated from the way of a mage. Will this have any impact in the future?

Kael'thas decided not to think about it for the time being.

He happily put the four small bottles into his chest, finally letting go of his last heart.

The source of the world's arcane magic will never be shared by a second person.

"What is that sword?"

Illidan asked unwillingly with a strong bitterness in his mouth.

Frostmourne, the Skull of Gul'dan, the Eye of Sargeras... Tens of thousands of years later, he had seen too many treasures in the short time since he came out.

But these treasures may not look as good as Kael'thas's sword at this moment.

"That sword can improve the legendary professional to the point where he can kill demigods. It can be said to be the first one today."

This conclusion is not wrong - Kael'thas did rely entirely on the power of the sword to defeat Illidan.

"Strike of Flame, the Holy Sword of Quel'Thalas!"

"But...only the blood of the Zhuri family can use it."

After getting the well water back, Kael'thas said it without hesitation.

However, the Sun Chaser bloodline he mentioned was not completely correct. After the Flame Strike was recast, only Kael'thas and his descendants could hold it - Anastarian and others would have no choice even if they were resurrected.

But strictly speaking.Kael'thas is the only surviving Sun Chaser family heir, and his statement about Flame Strike cannot be said to be wrong.

"Strike of Flame. It's really not a good name..."

Illidan put down his weapon:

"You got what you wanted, can you let us go?"

He looked dim and tired - as if he had lost the meaning of life.

Vashj stood beside him with her fishtail bent.

"He has nothing left..."

She whispered:

"You don't have to kill them all."

Kael'thas was stunned.Then he took the sword back into his body.

"Okay, I'll let you go."

He did not commit any more needless killings.

In fact, Kael'thas also wanted to conquer Illidan and Vashj to serve him.

But the current situation doesn't seem to be very suitable.

If you have just defeated the opponent and forced them to obey, betrayal is likely to occur in the future...

[Looks like I have to wait for the next opportunity. 】

Kael'thas thought in his mind.

He remembered that in history, Illidan would open a portal to Draenor, the home of the orcs, after this battle.

Just enough to allow Illidan to clear the way for the blood elves' expedition.

It would be nice if the demons in Draenor died more...

"Thank you."

Illidan thanked him, then took a skull and started casting spells.

Skull of Gul'dan.Illidan can find memories and open the portal.

After several minutes, an ice-blue oval aperture floated in the air.

"Walk."

Illidan jumped in, followed closely by Vashj.

Kael'thas did not jump in, but he extended his hand.

"Let me see your coordinates..."

He said slightly excitedly.The golden light wrapped around his fingers touched the side of the portal.

At this moment, the blood elf mages are still looking for a way to reopen the Dark Portal, through transformed demons, through the books of Karazhan, or through any other means.

However, Kael'thas can do better.

He only needs to wait for Illidan to open the portal, then he can parse the portal to get the coordinates - and then activate or rebuild a dark portal large enough for the army to enter.

However, when a steady stream of information was transmitted from his fingers to his mind, Kael'thas was surprised.

"How could it be, it's not Delano..."

Yes, the teleportation coordinates he analyzed did not lead to the orcs' hometown, but to Northrend!

Illidan's target is still the same as here, the Lich King in Ice Crown.

History once again deviates from its original course, but the demon hunter heads to Northrend to confront the Lich King.For Kael'thas, it's a good thing.

It would have been awesome if Ner'zhul died at the hands of Illidan.

But can Illidan really succeed this time?

Kael'thas had some expectations in his heart, but not too much.

Flying into the sky, he quickly returned to the mountain where Sylvanas was.

Kael'thas saw the Banshee King holding the feather tightly and staying in the circle of light.

Her black mist-like body is not annoying at all.

"Let's go."

Kael'thas reached out his hand again.

"where are we going?"

Sylvanas responded to his actions, but was still a little confused.

"Go home and help you pull out the nails."

Kael'thas smiled softly and held her tightly:

"Then, give your body back."

He didn't say anything more, and took the Aperture directly to embark on the journey to Quel'Thalas again.

The golden light flew north.

Looking up from Hillsbrad.Like a bright meteor breaking through the white clouds.

"He's gone, mistress."

Night Elf lieutenant Nessa recognized the light and reported it to her mistress.

In front of her, Maiev stared straight at the sky, pursed her lips and remained silent for a long time.

"Nessa."

She suddenly spoke, startling the adjutant.

"What's the matter, mistress?"

Nessa asked carefully... However, Maiev was silent again for a long time.

"He is my prey and I will hunt him down, no matter how long it takes."

In the end, she still didn't say anything special.

As always, speak as always and remain as persistent as ever.

After accompanying this mistress for tens of millions of years, Nessa has come to know her even better than herself.

"Yes, mistress."

She lowered her head to hide her small smile.

Nothing stays the same forever.

Even the lonely watchers may face a different life than before.

In addition to fighting, can they also play freely this time? RQ