Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

This night, Kael'thas did not return to Azeroth.

There will be no problems with the protection placed by the Silver Dragon around Sylvanas.

After he returned to Hellfire Citadel with the Broken Ones, he handed them over to Solanlian and came to the Harpy's residence alone.

Walking through the narrow passage, he entered the tower.

The interior of this high tower has now been hollowed out, and the harpies have densely packed their nests on the inside of the wall, like a group of swallows' nests.

Their chirping stopped when Kael'thas entered.

"His Royal Highness Prince."

The harpy flew down, covered in a pungent stench.

"Well!"

Kael'thas held his nose and took two steps back, then ordered: "Stay away from me."

The harpies flew away obediently.

Kael'thas put down his hand only after the stench of sweat and soil on their bodies faded away.

"You have done a good job in the past two days. There are very few harpies now, so we will still have to rely on your help for a while."

He praised a few words at first, and then got down to the topic: "But because of this, I don't want you to break out into internal strife over some trivial matters... Fighting over the position of the nest is really boring."

"Don't forget, the purpose of your coming here is to change."

These harpies who came here as pioneers were actually the most radical people who wanted to change the tradition.

So Kael'thas regretted their actions.

No matter how hard you work, if you don't change your living habits, a harpy will always be a harpy.

"But Your Highness, what we want to change is not the lair, right?"

Some harpies said with puzzled faces: "Of course it is important to build a nest in a favorite location."

These words were surprising, and Kael'thas was also stunned.

"What did Edana tell you?"

He suddenly found that there was some deviation from the Harpy's point of view.

"Queen Beiquan said that there is a god who can save us, and that god is the god of all elves and can allow us to live with you."

The harpies started talking with their eyes shining.

They didn't know that Kael'thas was the god who could express their thoughts boldly.

"We have heard it a long time ago. Your forests are all golden, right?"

Kael'thas nodded.

"Is it always spring?"

He nodded again.

"And there are no enemies?"

Still nodding.

But what's the point of these questions?

"Wow, sure enough!"

"Beautiful forest..."

"want to go..."

After receiving the affirmation, the harpies went completely crazy. They flapped their wings and flew around. The slightly calmer harpies explained: "This is what we want... No cold, hot, no terrifying enemies, we I want a home like this.”

"We will build a nest in your forest and live happily."

【...】

Kael'thas was silent.

The harpy's expectations were beyond his imagination, not that the requirements were too high, but that they were too simple.

If he hadn't asked, it would be hard to imagine that the harpies were so simple. They didn't even think about lifting the curse or living a noble life in the world like other races, but just wanted a home.

Somewhat similar to blood elves.

If there were no fate to play with, wouldn't the high elves also live happily in their own land?

"Tonight's battle."

Kael'thas turned around, took a deep breath, and suddenly said: "If you complete the task seriously, I will send a few people to Quel'Thalas to see the forest."

The harpy was stunned.

"Wow!"

They cheered violently, and Kael'thas left with a slight sense of guilt.

In the end, he still wanted to use benefits to induce the harpy.

No matter how hard we fight, the harpies sent to Quel'Thalas are just props.

The forest nurtured by magic has a dreamy beauty, with leaves singing softly in the wind, wandering dragon eagles and wandering dragons, lynxes playing under the trees, lazy sunshine...

No harpy can resist that beauty.

And after they come back, they will also take the initiative to become Quel'Thalas' propaganda props, inducing more companions to work for Kael'thas for their dreams.

Work hard without any regrets.

Time began to run, the moonlight fell on the earth, and the stars in the twisted void were huge.

The red earth became cool and quiet.

Tens of thousands of troops gathered quietly in front of the fortress, waiting for the final order.

"Your Highness."

The heavily armed elven commanders came over, and Illidan also fell from the sky with the Skull of Gul'dan.

"Well, let's get started!"

Kael'thas nodded to these people, and Illidan turned and disappeared into the darkness.

After Valela is gone, this half-demon will lead countless thieves to take the lead.

br/>The Demon-Forged Camp of the Burning Legion is a place where demons specialize in developing war weapons. It has a large number of fel artillery defenses that are enough to destroy any attacking troops.

Therefore, the elves cannot launch an attack until the Fel Cannon is dealt with.

The harpies observed that each fel cannon was controlled by a different overseer, and they had keys in their hands that could change the direction of the fel cannon.

After mastering this information, Solanlian immediately formulated the simplest method.

Illidan led the thieves to assassinate the overseer, and then turned the fel artillery towards the demon-forged camp, which could easily break through the demon's defense.

The power of the fel artillery is huge, and if it goes well, it can even directly destroy the demon-casting camp.

But it is impossible for the thieves to turn all the evil cannons, and other assault teams need to deal with the rest.

These teams are dispatched by the Harpy Stealth Bomb Team, Elf Paladin, Ranger and Naga teams.

After the advance team set off, Kael'thas mounted his chocobo and slowly walked over with the rest of the large team.

Behind him were several Draenei Breakers - after hearing that the elves were going to attack the cast demon camp, these people did not hesitate to request to follow.

Their hatred for demons is no worse than other people's.

Naturally, Kael'thas would not refuse the opportunity to show his strength. In his opinion, there was no suspense in this battle at all.

The heavy murderous aura covered up the darkness.

When the shining light lit up from a distance, the brilliance of the flames illuminated the night sky, the war leopards and chocobos sang in unison, and the golden torrent surged through the red earth, rushing into the Demon Casting Camp with an unstoppable edge.

The silver holy light struck at the artillery on the right. Alleria led the ranger to run to the left, while the Nagas' water waves devoured everything crazily.

The blood path was torn open.

Kael'thas rode a chocobo, and the arcane orbs surrounding his head allowed him to clearly see the battle at any location - the interweaving weapons emitted light, like thunderous screams, and he was in this nightmare battlefield. Stay calm and direct the main force's transition.

Amidst the explosion, the harpies emerged from the sky in dense numbers, quickly using bombs to create chaos.

Their movements are light and flexible, and they can even aim at the devil's position during the stalemate between elves and demons, and drop bombs at low altitude.

Kael'thas was amazed by the precision. He could have sworn that no aerial team could achieve such a detailed technique.

But the demon army in the Demon Casting Camp is not simple either. Countless demon guards blocked the main force's charge like an iron wall and defended the buildings behind them.

The eredar wizards gathered behind and ignited chaotic and evil flames. The flames shot out from their hands in all directions, burning lives wantonly.

Some harpies fell to the ground, burning their companions with the flames.

The soldiers began to suffer casualties, and Kael'thas looked around the camp. The continuous flames blocked his sight with smoke, preventing him from seeing the distant scenes.

"Onyxia."

He shouted hoarsely.

"Is it my turn to play?"

The Black Dragon Princess jumped into the sky, and in an instant she turned into a huge black dragon and roared. She took a deep breath.

"Taste my flame!"

A bright red fireball shot out of her mouth, landed on the group of Eredar wizards, and immediately made a huge explosion.

The explosion rumbled across the area hundreds of meters ahead, and all the wild laughter from the wizards stopped abruptly. After the aftermath of the violent flames, the charred earth became empty.

A unique skill that has never been shown before.

"My breathing is different from that of ordinary dragons!"

The Black Dragon Princess spread her wings and hovered at low altitude, dyeing the road black with flames.

"Follow."

Kael'thas ordered.

He didn't have time to be happy, tonight's battle was still going to be long, because the demon portal was also ahead.

At one go, seal the portal!

However, at this moment, no one noticed that there was a huge, destructive shadow hiding behind them.

It was wrapped in dark, sturdy armor, with tongues of fire swinging from the cracks in the armor.

Deathwing, Neltharion.

"My daughter, Onyxia..."

His eyes were fixed on the hovering Black Dragon Princess, his eyes showing excitement and anticipation.

What a powerful force.

In ten thousand years, he has never seen another black dragon grow to this point.

The black dragon princess grew up and became a being that attracted Neltharion more than anything else.

He fought alone for thousands of years, but in the end he discovered the importance of the Legion. The almost disappeared Black Dragon Legion has always been Neltharion's regret.

He secretly guided the orcs to capture the Red Dragon Queen because he wanted to reuse the dragon eggs to establish his own power.

But after Kael'thas intervened, that plan failed.

Neltharion hated Kael'thas very much, but when he saw Onyxia at this moment, he thanked him again.

Without the Elf Prince, how could Onyxia become such a powerful being?

She is powerful - even enough to support the birth of a race.

The rebuilding of the Black Dragon Legion will soon begin again, but before that...

Neltharion must find a way to get Onyxia back into his hands again, and return from the lowest level of the soul...

Only a soul dedicated to darkness can lay the perfect egg for his legion.