Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

The biting cold wind blew across the field, and white snow drifted through the cracks in the bones.

No cold, no pain, no numbness, this is the undead.

Kael'thas floated in the air, watching with complex eyes the undead army walking towards the kingdom of Frost Peak, leaving a trail of dark land behind them, as if they were cursing everything.

His battle with Alsace ended without a winner.

Some truths he should have known long ago were revealed to him.

For a long time, Kael'thas thought that his arrival had not made any changes to the world, but maybe that wasn't the case...

Even if the results appear to be the same, the underlying essence is completely different.

The quick actions of Ner'zhul and the demons, even though they caused huge damage, also highlighted countless loopholes.

The prince who should have fallen step by step, instead retained the most important things.

There was no need for them to fight—yet.

Ner'zhul and Arthas merged, and there was no telling who would win, and there might be no results in a few years.

"fair enough..."

Kael'thas said softly:

"The existence of the Lich King will attract the attention of other forces."

He took one last look at the undead, turned around and flew back.

No accident occurred to Ner'zhul, indicating that Illidan was still behind.

The night elf teleported here for such a long time, what delayed him?

The search began again, this time Kael'thas planned to continue to use Maiev.

He found the Watchers resting in a withered forest.

"We meet again."

The vigilance of the night elves was ignored by Kael'thas.He greeted Maiev, who looked at him coldly, with a smile on his face.

"Unexpectedly, the prey actually came by itself."

Maiev holds the moon disk.Come forward.

"I'm not looking for a fight with you this time."

Kael'thas' body flashed and the message spread further.

He shook his head.Then he took out the feathers from his arms:

"I thought about it and decided to give this to you."

When he brought it back last time, Kael'thas didn't explain the purpose of the feathers - these night elves probably didn't know.

"Do you think I'd still be holding something that would give away my whereabouts?"

However, the truth is that Maiev guessed it.

Kael'thas was a little surprised.

"That's it."

He thought for a while and then suggested:

"I can teach you to use the power of feathers, if you need it. It can also tell you my whereabouts."

"Of course, I don't know how many times it can be used."

Since it is a game, it must be relatively fair.

Kael'thas can manipulate the feathers and give way to Maiev several times.otherwise.It was difficult for this watcher to find him... Maiev was moved.

She carefully weighed the pros and cons. On the surface, the caretaker seemed to be passive, but it was not meaningless.

"it is good."

She accepted it calmly.

Kael'thas then cast a spell to teleport the feather to the ground in front of Maiev. After she picked it up, he said:

"The method is simple."

"As long as you speak it seriously, it will respond to you."

There was a hint of mischief in his eyes.

It would be interesting for someone like Maiev to talk to feathers.

"you!"

Sure enough, Maiev's expression changed a little.

"Goodbye."

Kael'thas ignored her, said goodbye neatly and left.

He continued to search for Illidan in Northrend, observing the movements of the Watchers.

These night elves were much more useful than he thought. Every time they stopped in a place, they would disperse to look for information.Then gather and head in one direction.

That direction should be the direction where Illidan is.

Kael'thas would always spot their movements and secretly investigate in advance. As a result, at night, he actually found clues.

The source of the clue is some naga.

He discovered the movements of some naga at night and followed their trail to the ruins of a ruined temple.

Perhaps due to rising sea levels, the ruins are located far away from the shore and are even obscured by a few small floating icebergs.

The ruins fell diagonally into the sea, with only one third of the area remaining on the surface.

There are traces of fire in this third of the area.

Kael'thas fell silently on the ruins.

His movements were very careful, but some Nagas still saw them early.

Nagas swam closer to him with weapons in hand.

"madness."

Kael'thas reached out and took out Flamestrike.Going to clean up these guys.

"stop!"

A familiar female voice interrupted him, it was Vashchi.

Withdrawing the Flame Strike again, Kael'thas turned his head and watched this charming Naga woman swim closer with her fish tail.

"Your Highness Kael'thas, didn't you promise to let us go?"

Vashchi stopped the other naga's movements, and then looked over with a cautious expression.

"I'm not here to kill you."

Kael'thas raised his eyebrows:

"I would like to ask Illidan a favor."

He just wanted to ask Illidan to open the Dark Portal - however, there was no other choice in this matter.

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that's not possible right now."

Vashki shook his head, then smiled bitterly and said:

"Lord Illidan is ill."

sick?

Kael'thas was stunned. That strong half-demon was actually sick. Are you kidding?

"You are joking?"

As soon as he thought of it, Kael'thas expressed his question:

"Let's not talk about Illidan's power. He is a guy who has been imprisoned for thousands of years and is still fine."

"It's okay for ten thousand years...how do you know?"

Vashj asked back:

"Being bound by vines that absorb magic power, staying alone in a dark cell for ten thousand years... Even if something happens, no one else will know, right?"

"In addition, there have been several great changes in recent times. Why can't Lord Illidan get sick?"

Kael'thas was speechless for a moment.

Indeed, it was difficult for him to understand that feeling.

Betrayed by his tribe, he finally came out and was expelled.The most important thing is to be hurt again and again by the one you love.

Sadness, pain, and maybe fear of Kil'jaeden.All this stress is enough to make a person sick.

No matter how strong your body is, you will easily fall ill if your mind becomes weak.

"Take me there and take a look, I should be able to help."

Kael'thas can simulate the power of the Holy Light, and this statement is not a lie.

Vashchi silently led him to a room.

Before entering the room, Kael'thas discovered the peculiarity of this room.

Broken windows were covered in seaweed.There was a flame burning inside, and the cold wind outside couldn't blow in at all.

【This woman...】

He looked at Vasqi with complicated eyes, suddenly admiring her.

Today, Illidan is not very powerful and is even doing dangerous things, but Vashj has always been by his side.He even allowed his own strength to be used as a tool.

How did she feel about doing these things?

"Tylande...Tylande..."

The conclusion has not been drawn yet, but the moans coming from the room made Kael'thas angry.

He walked in and saw Illidan sleeping beside the campfire with a pale face.

"Tylande..."

This demon hunter didn't know what he was dreaming about, he just called his beloved's name.

Kael'thas saw a dried flower held tightly in his hand.

'Tylande's Memory' - this is the name of the game.

It is said that before the Ancient War, when Tyrande and Illidan went to the wild alone, Illidan picked a flower and gave it to Tyrande, and she happily accepted it.Later, Tyrande chose Malfurion, and when he cast Illidan ten thousand years later, he returned the flower to him.

This is perhaps the most famous flower in the entire world, in the original story.Illidan brought the flower to death.

Ten thousand years have dried this flower, but it cannot dry the heart of this infatuated seed.

"It's obvious that she was betrayed, and it's obvious that she never cared about you..."

"You are extremely stupid."

Kael'thas' anger disappeared almost instantly.

He can't get angry.

Whether it was Vashj or Illidan, he suddenly didn't want to say anything.

Or maybe he wasn't qualified to say anything.

Kael'thas himself couldn't understand these things.

"Is this the medicine you prepared?"

He saw a broken jar abandoned by the campfire. There were some uncrushed herbs in the jar.

"Yes, I am still a little careful about herbal medicine."

Vashj lowered his head and answered.

Kael'thas spotted some green crumbs on her fingertips.

Before he came here, Vashj was supposed to be preparing herbs for Illidan... Kael'thas walked over to Illidan and squatted on the ground.Put your hand on his forehead.

As soon as the Holy Light appeared, Illidan's eyebrows suddenly frowned.

"Forehead..."

Realizing something was wrong, Kael'thas withdrew his hand.

His face became a little dignified.

"what happened?"

Vashj asked uneasily.

"I can't cure him."

Kael'thas put down his hand and explained:

"The power in his body seems to conflict with the Holy Light."

He didn't know the specific reason.

According to common sense, the power of the devil and the Holy Light are not completely antagonistic. Perhaps Illidan's illness caused instability in his body.

"Vashj."

Kael'thas thought for a while and suddenly asked:

"Is it Azshara's order for you to follow Illidan?"

There is no suspense about this question - Azshara's order, Vashj can't possibly do this, let alone follow him to death.

But for the sake of insurance, this question still needs to be asked clearly.

"No, this is my own wish. Is there anything strange about it?"

Vashj gave the answer.

This was the answer Kael'thas needed.

"If it is your wish, Vashj, then you can join Quel'Thalas."

He sent out an invitation:

"In return, I will grant you a wish, for example..."

Kael'thas said something softly.

Vashj was stunned.

"This is impossible, Lord Illidan will not agree!"

She shook her head desperately.

"No, he will obey."

Kael'thas said confidently:

"I know what he wants."

Since Kil'jaeden can completely control Illidan with his power, it is even less possible for Illidan to violate the will of Kael'thas as the Sunwell. RQ