Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

The silver moon shines on Lordaeron, the incomplete spiers glow palely, and the stitch monsters and skeletons everywhere are creepy.

Crassus' magic concealed the figures of several kings, but it could not conceal the sound of their teeth.

Lordaeron, the jewel of civilization that stood beside Lake Tarrenmere, and once the greatest city of mankind—has now been completely destroyed.

Varian's eyes turned red.

He still clearly remembered the night when he followed Lothar to Lordaeron. When he looked out from the royal palace, the city was as beautiful as a dream.

The silver moonlight shines on the top of the elegant tower, and smiling people are walking on the streets.

[If my kingdom is saved one day, I will build it into a place like this. 】

Varian prayed then.

Many years later, his desire at that time has not changed at all - the beauty of Lordaeron and the kindness of Terenas support his path.

Therefore, the undead and demons who were the culprits of the destruction of Lordaeron cannot be forgiven.

"The Dread Lord Balnazzar is just ahead."

Crassus stopped in front of the palace gate and pointed ahead.

Before Sylvanas established the Undercity, Lordaeron still retained its original layout.

Varian and others looked along the palace, and saw several abominations guarding the door. The huge axes they held had iron chains tied behind them, leading to the broken chest.

Abominations can also be regarded as stitch monsters. They are made of countless corpses and exude a disgusting and pungent smell to the outside.

But their power is far inferior to anyone present.

Varian looked at his companions. The kings looked at ease.

"These guards are easy to deal with. The real threat is the Dread Lord."

Krasus continued to add: "Your majesties and Lord Tirion join hands, and there will be no problem if there is a tacit understanding."

"However, this demon has mastered many escape skills. I set up a barrier outside and monitored its escape."

He expressed his intention not to join the war.

"Only one Dreadlord? Where is the other one?"

Varian noticed the news revealed in the Red Dragon Mage's words and seemed a little unhappy.

They heard that both Dread Lords were in Lordaeron.

"There is also a dreadlord named Varimathras, who now leads the undead in the north in Stratholme."

Krasus raised his eyebrows and asked: "Kill the guy in front of you, and then think about the other one."

"But are you going?"

He asked for confirmation, yet in reality had no fear of the kings' rejection.

There are not many mages in this world who can protect others from assassinating secretly in Lordaeron. Only a fool would refuse this golden opportunity.

"Of course, the more prey, the better."

His Majesty Thoras of Stromgarde made a rare analogy. Several kings acting together is something worth remembering.

"Why don't we kill some of the undead commanders along the way? If we are fast enough, we won't be noticed by the Dreadlord of Stratholme."

He would be most happy to eliminate more undead.

In the battle of Lorendan, Arathi was close to the enemy, so the amount of troops and materials required was very urgent - it was the most important thing for Solans to reduce some war consumption in the future.

"I have no opinion."

"That's a good idea."

Several other kings immediately agreed, and they had already decided what would happen after the victory before they defeated Balnazzar.

The Red Dragon Mage smiled bitterly at the confidence of these kings.

"You'd better go in quickly, those abominations seem to have heard our voices."

Crassus saw the abomination that Clumsy came over to patrol, and couldn't help but urge him.

Changes were also found by Varian et al.

"Let these filthy bastards go back to the ground!"

They broke out of Crassus' hiding circle.

The battle began, and the night in Lordaeron became lively.

Most of the kings were warriors who had experienced hundreds of battles. They charged into battle with battle axes and long swords, slashing wantonly among the stinking and terrifying undead, sending bones and pieces of flesh flying all over the sky.

It was a one-sided battle, and the kings rushed towards the palace like a fierce wind.

Krasus watched them leave and crouched down to prepare the magic circle.

He wanted to prevent the aura of battle from leaking out and attracting endless undead.

-

Lor'themar sneaks into the Swamp of Sorrows from the Blasted Lands.

Along with her, there were hundreds of trolls and elven thieves.

"According to the plan, act separately and be careful not to be discovered by the alliance."

The person who issued the order was a masked rogue squad leader. Lor'themar's negative presence made it impossible for her to be a suitable leader.

She ignored the other thieves and launched the search operation directly along the planned route.

All routes were researched by Solanlian, which can ensure that thieves can complete their tasks more efficiently.

However, in addition to the route, Lor'themar also carries the phoenix feather used to contact Kael'thas.

"Your Highness, wuwu...it's so dirty here..."

With one foot in the air, Lor'themar stepped into a dark, smelly mud puddle, splattering his feet with foul-smelling mud.

She pursed her lips and was about to cry without tears. What she said did not get a response from Kael'thas.

&nbssp;The terrain of the Swamp of Sorrows is even worse than that of the wetlands. There is smelly water and mud everywhere, disgusting parasites are flying everywhere, and there is almost no place to stay.

【I can do it, I can do it! 】

Lor'themar cheered himself up, suppressing his nausea and moving on.

High elves are accustomed to a comfortable natural environment, and are actually a bit mystical - so it is rare for them to find things in the Swamp of Sorrows.

"Actually, you could try jumping from a tree."

Kael'thas suddenly suggested.

Lor'themar was stunned. She looked around at the dark environment around her. The gaps between the trees were indeed not very wide.

This is a strange place in the Swamp of Sorrows. Although it inherits the wet land, it also supports many tall trees.

"oops!"

Lor'themar was about to try to climb up the tree trunk, but his hand retracted at the moment of contact.

"how?"

Kael'thas asked in surprise: "What stabbed you?"

What could possibly harm the legendary ranger's hands?

Things like thorns will not harm the elves who are the children of nature.

"No, Your Highness, there is nothing."

Lor'themar shook his head quickly, and then said with a strange expression: "This tree is so wet and sticky that it's disgusting."

This is not surprising.

The Swamp of Sorrows, which has been dark for many years, is wet and rainy, and seawater seeps into the swamp, turning it into a salty wetland.The special geographical environment affects the trees, causing their skin to be covered with moisture.

"As long as there is nothing, act quickly!"

Kael'thas urged action.

"Yes."

Lor'themar continued to search forward - she would rather stay on the ground than climb a tree.

Climbing trees can get you wet, but on the ground it's just a matter of your feet.

The trees blocking the moonlight made the search several times more difficult, and all the searchers didn't know what the Dragon King's War Blade looked like, so they had to pick up any scraps of iron they found for verification.

Such an action would be difficult to achieve success in not just days, but even months.

Kael'thas finally understood why Kazak revealed the address - it was of little use.

As long as they don't know how to find the Dragon King's War Blade or what the fragments look like, the chances of the elves succeeding are very low.

Hours later, the Swamp of Sorrows search area reached....one percent, with zero results.

Not to mention the Dragon King's War Blade, not even a piece of scrap metal was found.

"..."

Kael'thas in the Sunwell had to consider asking Kazak again.

However, if the devil finds out about their troubles, they will definitely take the opportunity to demand freedom and other things.

[Do we still have to wait? 】

Kael'thas came to an unpleasant conclusion.

The demons imprisoned in Silvermoon City are very smart, and now they won't take soft or hard advice.

But as long as it takes time, Kazak will definitely be the first to be unable to bear it in the end - the last revelation proved this.

To endure or not to endure?Or try other methods?

Kael'thas considered these options, but decided to finish tonight's search before making a decision.

This decision brought him an unexpected surprise.

As Lor'themar descended deep into a huge lake, Kael'thas somehow felt a call through his feathers.

It was a very magical feeling - as if someone was talking to him in the Sunwell through the feathers.

Dragon King's Glaive?

The weapon immediately popped into his mind, but he immediately dismissed the suspicion.

The Dragon King's War Blade had no contact with him at all, so how could it possibly call him.

But what is there besides it?

That call faintly gave Kael'thas a strange, passionate impulse.

"Lor'themar, follow my guidance."

After he said it, he suddenly realized what he had said.

what happened?

Why does the mouth speak on its own?

Kael'thas nervously checked the state of the Sunwell, which was perfect.

It's not the Sunwell's fault, nor the temptation of external magic.

【Could it be...】

He vaguely sensed the truth in his heart, then changed his attitude and pointed the way for Lor'themar.

He let her dive into the lake, and then wandered to a corner of the sunken ruins.

"It's right there, look for it!"

Not knowing why, Lor'themar held her breath and began to search. Her hands turned over the water plants, and finally opened a rotten box.

A rusty piece of metal lay quietly inside.

When he saw this thing, Kael'thas felt his whole body vibrate with excitement.

"Fragments of the Dragon King's Blade..."

Without any confirmation, he understood the identity of this metal block.

"Lor'themar, come back with it!"

Kael'thas issued the order eagerly.

As soon as he finished speaking, his mind suddenly trembled, and then his face became shocked.

"Joseph was attacked?"

That was an important figure in Sylvanas' development plan. Why did the accident happen?