Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

The flames of war dye the night red.

The sword blades and battle axes collided with each other, the overwhelming rain of arrows flew, the holy light and the evil fire fought fiercely, and they struggled for life - and then fell one after another.

No one stopped advancing except some priests who were at the rear rescuing the wounded.

The jumping flames burned to the other side of the mountain, and the huge black steel gate was right in front of you.The aura emitted by the portal that connects to the unknown world and can continuously provide reinforcements to Magtheridon is terrifying and pungent.

However, the strength of the Burning Legion, which has conquered countless worlds and planes, is unstoppable. The best time to destroy the portal is when it is not in use.

Kael'thas felt the sweat on his palms. He took a deep breath and walked forward in the fierce battlefield.

"Follow me and seal that door!"

Spellbreakers and warriors holding golden shields gathered around him. Their shields shone with the veins of azure runes, and any raging chaotic light was defeated by them and then reflected back.

No trace of the chaotic and restless elements remained on them.

The silver pioneers were like a roaring torrent, carving a path littered with corpses for them.

Kael'thas's face was swaying with the light of flames, and he looked up at the steel gate under the vast night.

Faint golden flames rose from his body, and following the Black Dragon Princess's howl, a huge flow of arcane energy poured out of her body, rushing towards Kael'thas crazily.

The clone cannot store too much power, but that doesn't mean he can't use it.

The Spellbreakers protected Kael'thas on the outside. His hands merged, and a huge and illusory golden sword extended from his hands.

It only takes a moment, just a moment for him to gather the power to destroy the portal.

However, someone did not allow him to go so smoothly.

Neltharion flipped his palms, and the power that had been prepared silently sneaked into the earth, teleporting dozens of demon guards who were fighting the Paladins to the Spellbreaker encirclement.

The sudden change brought the entire battlefield to a halt.

"brat!!"

Onyxia roared and spread her wings to swoop down, and the Spellbreakers instantly turned around to save her.

Their reaction speed is extremely fast, but they can't beat the demon guards.

Amidst the wild laughter, the battle ax struck at the unsuspecting Kael'thas.

Liadrin looked back at this scene, her pupils dilated with fear.

【His Royal Highness! 】

The distance is too far, no one can save...

The nightmare reappeared.

Troll wars, orc wars, demon invasions, long wars settled in her life, and she was a bystander every time.

Watching the death of warriors, the death of teammates, the death of Salorian, the people who should be protected struggle with grief.

She was scared, she was scared, her whole body was shaking...

'Have you found the way?Little Leah...'

A familiar voice whispered in her ear.

"Mother?"

Liadrin murmured aimlessly, looking at the sword in her hand.

The light emanating from Quel'Delar seemed to echo the words of its previous master.

[This sword is not given to you just to make you daze... If you don't change, nothing can be done. 】

She ran involuntarily.

She doesn't understand why, but she is no longer that priest... There is no need to think or be timid, this is her task now.

For a moment, Liadrin suddenly understood what the astromancer had been looking at.

On the blazing battlefield, she understood the gaze, and her eyes were fixed on the childish body.

The child you met for the first time.

"Let me guard it!"

The holy light bloomed, and the paladin's body turned into a flash of light and disappeared on the battlefield.

"boom"!

The battle ax shattered under the sudden appearance of the holy light barrier, and the long sword turned into a rainbow that tore apart the bodies of all demons.

Flesh and blood were flying, Liadrin turned her back to Kael'thas, and endured the baptism of blood alone.

"Thank you."

The golden sword was raised high, and the night sky was dyed golden.

"destroy!"

The long sword was swung down, and the force that spurted out hit the steel gate. The arcana made a huge roar like a tsunami. The ground shook, golden ripples rippled in the air, and the portal shattered and collapsed like glass.

After the loud noise, the dust was blown away by the evening breeze, and everything fell into silence.

"Victory, victory..."

The Broken Ones bit their tongues in shock after witnessing everything. After years of fighting, this was the first time they saw the defeat of the Burning Legion - a tragic defeat without any room for error!

Liadrin let go of the sword, staring blankly at the sky with blood on her face.

The movement behind her told her the answer.

Their prince, who was once so weak, is now stronger than anyone else.

But no matter how powerful he is, he still needs someone to protect him...

"Pity..."

Deathwing, who was hiding in the dark, sighed in disappointment, but he didn't want to be discovered after all, so he disappeared quietly.

There was no suspense in tonight's battle. The elves' coalition won an overwhelming victory, and Hellfire Peninsula fell into the hands of Kael'thas.

p;But this is just a marginal place.

"Eradicate all remaining demons."

Kael'thas turned around and gave the order to finish.

He led the Spellbreakers back from the Iron Gate, while Liadrin rushed back to continue fighting.

Some mages came over in a hurry.

"Your Highness!"

They reported nervously to Kael'thas, who had a bad look on his face.

Deathwing's actions did not leave the slightest trace on the outside world, so the conclusions drawn by the mages were misled into the plan of the demon itself.

There are still a large number of eredar wizards left on the battlefield, so this conclusion is not surprising.

Although he had some doubts, subsequent inspections did not reveal any signs of outsiders, and in the end Kael'thas had no choice but to accept this statement.

After the full moon, the last demon was destroyed, and the elves began to clean up the battlefield.

Kael'thas led the huge team back.

In the middle of the night before dawn, after the residual heat of the battlefield, the wind blowing on the red earth quickly became chilly.

The harpies flying in front all landed in the middle of the team, not to mention the Broken Ones.

But these draenei were wrapped in thin clothes and did not complain. They looked at Kael'thas cautiously. This elf prince who rode a white bird and walked under the moonlight was glowing with silver, and the depths of his eyes were always With softness.

There is also the huge team around us who have returned from the expedition. Different races serve the common interests, and everyone's face shows strong belief.

There seems to be no doubt.

The legion in front of them is the power that the Broken Ones need, and it is also the only legion that can accept them.

A Broken One nervously took a few steps forward.

"His Royal Highness Prince."

He imitated other people's names for Kael'thas in a roundabout way.

No one stipulates that only people of the same race can call their prince a prince, just as Kael'thas can also call Varian 'His Majesty the King'.

Of course, it would be more accurate to add a racial prefix to the title.

"Ok?"

Kael'thas turned his head and motioned for him to continue.

"Did you come to this world to destroy demons? If so, I think we Broken Ones would be happy to follow you."

The young Broken Ones expressed their intentions tactfully.

As long as Kael'thas gives a positive reply now, then at least the first batch of Broken Ones can be conquered naturally.

But he did not hide his ambition for this.

"No, destroying demons is just a process."

Kael'thas turned his head, looked up at the moon, and said without any politeness: "What I want is the right to rule this world."

The Hellfire Peninsula has been captured, and we have to contact other forces no matter what, so there is no need to hide and show off.

You can't hide these things.

Instead of waiting for credibility issues to arise later, it is better to take the opportunity to tell others in a big way.

Kael'thas is not worried about causing public outrage. There should be at least two forces planning to dominate Draenor now, and everyone knows this.

The elven coalition is certainly no weaker than the others.

Originally, Illidan and a group of soy sauces could achieve hegemony. In the hands of Kael'thas, can it still turn around?

"rule?"

The Broken One jumped greatly, and his expression suddenly became tense: "Are you going to launch a war against everyone?"

His words silenced Kael'thas for a while.

"No...I will only wage war against those who oppose me, eradicate those who pose a threat, and will not massacre their compatriots after victory."

As long as the Well of Eternity is built, this world will be his back garden and no one can threaten him.

Even if there is hatred, it will not affect him.

"..."

The Broken One looked frightened.

Kael'thas glanced at his face and continued: "I will establish a kingdom ruled by supreme authority and allow all races to live."

He sneered: "But each race has different cultures and traditions. I have no intention of forcefully integrating them. In fact, I don't believe that everyone is open enough to tolerate each other."

Even though the earth has entered the 21st century, the human world still cannot be completely tolerant, and this world is even more so.

History has been accustomed to wars. Discrimination, contradictions, and dissatisfaction between races may break out at any time. It is simply impossible to imagine complete integration.

What Kael'thas wants to do is to establish an authoritative rule that no one can resist, restrain racial strife as much as possible, and allocate different regional lives for them.

Stop wars, promote exchanges, and preserve the place for each race to survive.

Thousands and tens of millions later, it will surely be able to gradually change the minds of future generations.

This is what the Well of Eternity can do, and it is also what Kael'thas can do...

He was tired of fighting, and he didn't want to be controlled.

"..."

The fear on Broken One's face was replaced by shock. He thought for a moment and finally lowered his head: "Please let us follow you."

This was their last chance, as not even the Naaru... would accept them.

Elves are more tolerant than Naaru.