Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

Although Kael'thas wanted to chat with Sylvanas for a while, the sky was about to get dark and the story of the illusion was coming to an end.

"Go back and use this bow to purify that girl's father."

He took the lead and walked towards the ruins of Daron County.

"Isn't that an illusion?"

Sylvanas asked him doubtfully.

She had specifically contacted Joseph, so she knew clearly that he was not a real person.

"That shield..."

Kael'thas came to the ruins and pointed to the shield with black light entwined in the middle: "Don't you think it's strange? Everything else was destroyed by the Alliance, but it is the only one that remains."

When he mentioned this, Sylvanas also felt weird.

"Is Joseph's soul inside?"

She couldn't help but ask.

And Kael'thas didn't hide it.

"You are right, but this soul is already incomplete. Even I can't wake him up."

"So I reenacted the original battle and relied on that tragedy to bring him back to life - the resurrection of evil."

But the soul after resurrection is still not healthy. From the black energy on the shield, you can know how twisted Joseph is.

The Holy Light can drive away his evil.

"go in."

Kael'thas looked at Sylvanas, his eyes flashed with silver light, and the next moment he sent her to the illusion.

"Her Majesty the Queen!"

Faranir and the other undead saw Sylvanas suddenly appearing in the square, and shouted in surprise: "You are back."

"Yes, she solved the puzzle and found me."

Kael'thas' figure appeared, floating misty in the air.

He looked down. The battle in Darrow County had ended, and Joseph came out with his team members.

These people's faces lost the brilliance of living people, leaving only a pair of blood-red eyes.

"enemy?"

A chilling voice sounded, it was Joseph.

The militia captain seemed to have come alive from an illusion, with blood on his face as he turned his attention to the others.

The sudden and strange situation is terrifying.

"Father..."

Pamela shouted dumbly.

"Don't go there!"

Sylvanas immediately prevented her next move, and then raised the curved bow half a person's height.

The Wrath of the Stars slowly opened the string, and instantly a strong wind blew in the field and condensed on the string. The silvery white light shone and gradually formed the shape of an arrow.

"Holy Light!"

The undead stepped back in fear and looked at Sylvanas at a loss.

They don't understand why the Queen can use powers that are completely opposite to those of the undead.

"That's the power of the bow."

Kael'thas passed the voice to the ears of every undead: "That bow can actively create the arrows needed for the owner. It is a gift from me to your queen."

His words dispelled the doubts of the undead.

After a series of incredible events, they no longer had any doubts about Kael'thas's identity.

Gods - transcending mortals, beings that even the undead look up to.

Even their former master Ner'zhul was not a god, so no one dared to question Kael'thas.

Sylvanas opened her bow.

She stood tall and straight, her eyes looked straight, and her arms were steady.

The most beautiful moment for rangers is when they shoot arrows.

The string moved, and the long arrow tore through the air.

After the crisp whistle blew——

Silver holy flames covered Joseph.

"It's done."

Kael'thas knew that in the real world, the arrow of holy light hit the shield.

Successful.

In the blazing sacred fire, Joseph wailed, and the black energy on his body rapidly evaporated and melted.

He knelt on the ground, his figure looming in the flames.

"Pamela..."

The eyes that became clear looked around, and then looked at the little ghost.

"Pamela, dear, forgive father."

"My eyes were blinded by darkness, but you saved me from evil visions. You saved me, and now I beg you...to forgive me."

Pamela was stunned for a moment, then ran over crying.

"No, you are a hero, father..."

"No one will resent you for being controlled by the darkness... You are still my proud father."

She threw herself into Joseph's arms and burned with him.

"I found my doll, Father...you can continue to tell me its story."

"No... let's go pick huā! Then drink tea... Mother will definitely come to greet us."

The holy light burned fiercely.

Joseph's soul is incomplete, and he will leave this world after the black energy disappears.

Kael'thas shook his head in his mind, and then waved casually.

"Come back with me!"

He brought the undead back to reality instantly.

This was just a flash of silver light, and all the undead found themselves back in the desolate ruins.

The memories of the past disappeared, but they didn't feel like they were dreaming - they even thought about whether they had just undergone a time travel.

"Pamela, where is Pamela?"

Marlene looked around in panic.

Sylvanas walked slowly to the square without saying a word and touched the dark shield lightly with her hand.

The shield turned to dust and dissipated like weathering.

&r/>“They left?”

she asked.

"Without obsession and darkness, they just went back to where they should have been."

Kael'thas explained it this way.

However, the soul in this world is too magical, and he is not sure.

Strong souls that have learned can survive in the world, but weak souls are even more magical: some transform into dead souls, some become ghosts, some repeat what happened in their lives, and most go to the place where the dead are.

"Faranir, look for Pamela's bones."

Sylvanas stood up and returned to the house with a few undead.

Kael'thas probably knew that she wanted to bury the little ghost, so he didn't stop her.

But he would never have imagined that Sylvanas took out the bones from the house by herself.

She asked the undead to prepare a small coffin, and then carefully placed the small bones.

"Her clothes weren't rotten, so I knew she had been stabbed in the chest and died."

Sylvanas moved her hands carefully and said calmly: "Thank God, those weapons did not cut off her bones."

Kael'thas was stunned.

Then he seemed to have discovered something and looked over strangely: "You like her very much?"

"Maybe, I just feel sorry."

Sylvanas lowered her eyebrows: "She is still a child. I originally wanted to take her to see more of the world."

This was her original plan.

Sylvanas didn't have much sympathy, but the moment she saw Pamela, she didn't know why she wanted to let this child see more of the world.

Know nothing, experience nothing...

Such a life is too empty.

"Really? Sister, do you want to take me to see it!"

With a childish and happy voice, a transparent little ghost emerged from behind Sylvanas, leaving her stunned.

"Pamela?"

This is Pamela, but didn't she just die?

"I do not know either."

Kael'thas shook his head with a wry smile.

"Father asked me to come back, and he wanted me to continue living here."

Pamela said with a frown: "But I was already dead. He is so confused."

Despite saying this, the expression on the little ghost's face looked very happy.

"Are these my bones? I have never dared to look at them before. They seem to be very clean."

Pamela then looked at the bones, not afraid at all: "Is it because it was wrapped in clothes? Geez..."

The little girl who was liberated seemed to have a more cheerful personality.

The distant mountain peaks overflowed with a touch of morning color, and the bright light dissipated the darkness and cold, blowing on the ruins with a cool wind.

A new day is coming.

Kael'thas narrowed his eyes slightly to enjoy this leisurely moment, and he looked at the undead standing behind Sylvanas.

The rising sun makes these monster-like shadows long and thin, and their empty bones play a crisp tone in the wind.

[Not as evil as imagined. 】

Kael'thas thought so.

He stared at Sylvanas and said to the female ranger, whose cheeks were glowing and her silver hair was flying in the morning light: "Make a deal with me, Queen of the Undead."

"If you are willing to dedicate your faith and life to me and follow my instructions, then I will become your god and guide your life after dusk."

No one could understand Kael'thas' words at this moment.

The undead didn't know what the god had seen, nor where they would go.

But they saw the head of Sylvanas, their queen, very clearly.

"it is good."

She said it with almost no hesitation. .

The truth of history is just that the sister casually agreed to the willfulness of the younger brother, but it has been interpreted to reveal more content.

This is the agreement between the Silver Dragon King and the Queen of the Undead, and it is destined to be known for eternity.

"Thank you, then I'll give you a gift!"

Or for Kael'thas, what he said just now has additional meaning - Sylvanas's departure will not be suspected by other undead in the future.

He got the answer in advance.

Walking in front of Sylvanas, Kael'thas stretched out his hand.

"The fire of life..."

A bright red flame emerged from the palm of his hand, swaying nimbly.

Kael'thas threw the flames on the bones in the coffin, then grabbed Pamela's soul and threw it away.

"Ouch!"

The little ghost fell into the coffin at a loss, shouted and disappeared without a trace.

The bones were quickly assembled in the flames and held together by mysterious power.

When Flame was a child, two red flames lit up on the head of the little skull.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

It grunted and stood up, then jumped a few times while the others were stunned.

"What an ugly appearance."

It squatted on the ground in despair, but it was enough for others to react.

"Pamela...my baby!"

Marlene floated next to the little skeleton in shock: "You actually have a body."

Although they are not physical bodies, there is an essential difference between entities and ghosts.

The entity represents the completion of becoming an undead clan, without having to worry about being attacked by others before passing away.

"Do you want to be like this too?"

Kael'thas asked Marlene curiously.

"No, no, no!"

Naturally refused.

Women still prefer appearance...