Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

The red earth.

The elves fought with the magic mecha that made a huge roar.

Those petite bodies were as small as dust in front of the mecha, but the light that flew out during running actually stopped the steps of the magic mecha.

The surging arcane arrows, the disappearing green dagger, the whistling silver holy light, even if the giant metal fist burning with magic energy and flames hit the ground at a speed invisible to the naked eye, the huge crater it created did not bury anyone. .

However weak they were in the past, these elves have definitely become stronger now.

Kael'thas sat on the back of the Black Dragon Princess, his golden pupils staring closely at the rays of light below, showing a complicated and joyful expression.

Even a year ago, he would never have expected that these subordinates would become so powerful.

If it were in a peaceful era, without the Burning Legion or disputes with the dragons, Quel'Thalas would be able to survive stably with its current strength.

Unfortunately, the world is different now.

Quel'Thalas created Kael'thas, which was a blessing, but it also brought more trouble.

After he became the Sunwell, Quel'Thalas was destined to become the target of public criticism sooner or later. The elves would no longer have stability and could only move forward on the road to becoming stronger.

The battle below continued for less than two minutes when the magic mecha suddenly stopped moving.

A few elf girls destroyed its engines, ending the battle in the simplest way possible.

A machine is a machine, and even if it is combined with the devil, it still cannot completely get rid of the machine's flaws.

Kael'thas asked Onyxia to send him to the ground, and found that Pasareon had already run over with people in his eyes.

"Your Highness, is this it? Is this a surprise!"

He excitedly circled around the feet of the magic mecha and banged it a few times with a hammer: "But this thing is not easy to carry."

"It's just because it's difficult to carry that I asked you to come here."

Kael'thas looked up at the magic mecha that blocked the sun, and began to worry whether it would suddenly fall to the ground.

"Pasaren, you can start studying it right here. It just so happens that we are also going to build a new base."

Their location is right in front of the Dark Door.

The sudden arrival of the magic mecha reminded Kael'thas that he had to prepare the defense line of the Dark Portal in advance.

But the specific implementation of this matter is not up to him.

After determining that the engine of the magic mecha was completely beyond repair, Kael'thas rode the Black Dragon Princess back to Hellfire Fortress.

He hurriedly walked to Solanlian's office.

"Step up the investigation of the devil's camp and come up with a solution as soon as possible."

He made new demands on the astromancer.

In Kael'thas' view, the Forged Demon Camp is more threatening than other demon bases.

This kind of camp possesses the magic technology of the Burning Legion. In addition to magic mechas, there are also more cannonballs and other mysterious items, and the unknown things are often the most terrifying.

The elves cannot let the demon-casting camp stay for too long, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

As far as Kael'thas knows, the engineers of the Burning Legion can upgrade the magic mecha and install a 'magic cannon'. That is no joke.

Two cannons can turn thousands of soldiers into green slag.

"Yes, Your Highness, I will send additional manpower immediately."

Solanlian responded and began to give orders.

She sorted out the information, and then she and Kael'thas worked together throughout the morning.

At noon, the soul that had been away for so long could no longer hold on any longer, so Kael'thas had no choice but to return to the Sunwell for the time being.

He noticed that the Wrath of the Stars enchantment was progressing faster than expected, so he left to think about something new.

It's not so much a thought as it is a new plan.

The sooner Wrath of the Stars is completed and handed over to Sylvanas, the better, but how to hand it over is a problem.

Even if Kael'thas ordered people to get rid of the attention of other undead, sending it directly would arouse others' suspicion-how could an artifact suddenly appear?

So he decided to do it another way.

The process of Kalia acquiring Ashbringer gave him a great inspiration.

If the Wrath of the Stars carries a lofty symbol and falls into Sylvanas' hands through reasonable channels, then this process can not only conceal the true appearance of the artifact, but also add a new dimension to Sylvanas' body. The next level of legendary color.

【Just do it. 】

Kael'thas began to think about how to plan a story.

Generally speaking, rumors of the Wrath of the Stars should be secretly released first to create a sensation among the undead, so that the effect can be maximized.

But time was running out these days, so it was best for his story to get right to the point.

Kael'thas first cast a spell to find Sylvanas' location, but the address he got surprised him - she was actually in Darrow County.

Darrowshire is a village located in the mountains of southern Lordaeron. The name comes from Lake Darrowmere to the west.

This place reminded Kael'thas of a story, an unpleasant one.

His mind was a little dull, but at the same time, he suddenly thought of what he should do.

The power of the Sunwell was once again activated, spurting out from the barrier of Quel'Thalas and leaking to Lorendan and the sea on a large scale.

However, this is just a cover-up, a cover-up to confuse the guardian dragons.

Kael'thas' mind instantly moved to the ruins of Dalong County, and then condensed a faint arcane shadow into a dilapidated house.

"You sp;"Who are you? "

A small voice greeted him, and Kael'thas turned around, then saw the timid ghost girl.

Pamela - he knew the girl's name, but it still felt a bit bitter to see this history unchanged.

"I am God, the spirit of all the dead."

He deceived her like this.

This is necessary deception for the sake of future plans.

"God? No, you must be a liar!"

But Pamela clearly didn't believe it.

This girl is very simple, but she is not stupid. She should have known about her death for a long time, but she hid in her hut day after day, waiting for her father, Joseph Redpath, but did not dare to go out. , He didn’t even dare to pick up his favorite dolls scattered in the town.

"I'm not lying to you, I know the wishes of all the dead, including you."

Kael'thas looked down at Pamela and smiled gently: "Do you want to get the doll back?"

The little ghost opened his eyes wide and was stunned.

This was indeed her wish, a wish that no one else knew about.

Is this person really a god?

"You still don't seem to believe it, so I'll prove it to you."

Kael'thas turned and walked outside the house: "Do you want to follow me?"

Pamela shook her head hurriedly.

"No, I'm afraid, there are bad people outside..."

The little ghost lowered his head and took two steps back.

Kael'thas didn't force her and walked out alone.

He walked through the ruins of the house with ease, looking for scattered dolls.

But obviously there were many restless souls who didn't want him to do this, and launched a frantic attack on him.

"Get out of here!"

Kael'thas unceremoniously cast fire on these stupid souls, burning a dark path.

He found a tattered, dark doll from the rubble.

"If I hadn't come to look for her, would she have been waiting in that hut forever?"

He had some lost doubts.

In this world without players, if he doesn't do this, who will come to save Pamela?

The answer is of course no one.

Kael'thas returned to the cabin with the doll.

"Ah, it's my doll!"

Pamela ran over excitedly and hugged the broken doll tightly to her chest.

The obsession of ghosts to hold objects is extraordinary.

"Thank you."

A smile spread across her little face.

"No, do you believe that I am God now?"

Kael'thas gently touched her head: "If you don't believe it, I can fulfill your second wish and save your father from the darkness."

Pamela's head jerked up.

Her big eyes stared at Kael'thas in disbelief, glowing little by little.

"Are you really a god?"

The little ghost finally began to believe it.

"Yes, I said that from the beginning."

Kael'thas felt a little guilty in his heart - his actions were just to take advantage of Pamela.

But the little ghost didn't notice this.

"Lord God, please save my father!"

She requested expectantly.

"No, I won't do it myself..."

However, Kael'thas refused directly this time.

"But I will let another person come to save him. You have to do me a small favor."

He said this, and then noticed Pamela's eyes gradually changing, and immediately added: "This favor has no effect on you, you can even play it as a game... In fact, this is just a trial. I want Use your father's affairs to test a person's heart. If she fails, I will personally help you save your father."

Pamela was confused: "Trial? What trial?"

Kael'thas was waiting for her to ask this question.

"All the dead left in the world, the trials of their queen."

He stood up and smiled slightly, his thin shadow glowing with fluorescence, instantly illuminating his surroundings.

Pamela felt warm.

She had never felt a warm feeling after her death, so at this moment, she believed in the person in front of her.

She believed he was God.

And Kael'thas opened a picture in the air, which reflected Sylvanas walking with the team.

"so beautiful..."

Pamela had never seen such a beautiful woman, and she was especially envious of the long silver hair.

"She is the queen?"

Guided by an inexplicable feeling, Pamela confirmed that the queen Kael'thas said was the woman in the picture.

"No, she is not the queen yet until the trial is completed..."

Kael'thas denied it.

He instilled in Pamela the concept of 'gods' issuing trials to the 'queen'. The real purpose was just to give the Wrath of the Stars a grand source and to wrap Sylvanas with the promise of being 'destined to be the queen'. It's just fate that cheats.

Of course, there was no way Sylvanas could fail the 'trial'.