Stratholme God

Chapter 1379

Kaizi raised his head and looked at the scorching sun in the sky that symbolized the royal family of the Sunstrider. He smiled calmly: "Father, you have a grandson."

"Really?" Rao Sun King couldn't help but be moved.

"Not yet born. There are still two months before the due date. But I believe that it will be a very cute little child who maintains the Quel'dorei and human beings."

"Oh, that's it... bless him (her) for me."

"Thank you for your blessing, Father." Kaizi bowed again, and then said, "Is there anything else I need to order?"

The Sun King took out a magic notebook from his pocket, cast a small spell, and a cloud of arcane energy flew it towards Kael'thas.

"This is……"

"It's the inheritance of the Sunstrider royal family! Even if I become like this, I still don't want the mysteries of magic to be cut off because of me!"

"Thank you, father!"

At this time, the arcane energy surged around the Sun King, and more than a dozen palms condensed with arcane energy took off one piece of gorgeous equipment from him, and gradually arrayed on the ground between them.

The Sun King revealed his mummy-like lich body, and he opened his arms: "My son! I am greedy for power! It is my 3000 years of suppression that made you lose the decisiveness that a king should have. Let me Use my decayed body and soul to teach you the last lesson!"

Even if the Sun King was controlled by the Lich King in the early stage, the Sun King was somewhat innocent, but to gather undead from all walks of life to occupy Stromgarde, and then join the tribe later, this is a crime committed by his own will.

The sins of corruption must be washed away with destruction.

This is the Sun King's final explanation to McDonald, and even to the entire alliance.

Kael'thas hesitated, his hands trembling, one second, two seconds... five seconds... ten seconds...

In the end, a phoenix flame with a temperature as high as [-] degrees spewed out from his palm, rolling towards the ugly figure who gave up resistance...

A generation of heroes who had dominated the Eastern Kingdom Hokuriku for thousands of years, put an end to their own legend in this way.

Tears flowed down my cheeks.

Kael'thas' vision was completely blurred, no matter how hard he tried to imprint his father's last scene in his mind, the hazy vision made it impossible for him to see clearly the figure that turned into flying ash in the flames.

"Hohohoho!"

The flames flowing on the ground buzzed.

After a while, Kael'thas came back to his senses, raised his head, and looked at his former right-hand man, Rommath.

Kael'thas squirmed his mouth for a long time, not knowing what to say.

"I betrayed His Highness! This is the truth!" Rommath's determined voice made Kael'thas even more uncomfortable.

betray?

never existed!
It was purely the blood elf group that had nowhere to go. In order to prevent the genocide, they had to scatter their eggs into various baskets.In this way, no matter which side wins, the Alliance, the Horde, or Illidan at the time, the race of blood elves can continue.

"Your Highness, congratulations! You are right." Romance bowed slowly: "Please forgive me for not being able to serve Your Highness anymore."

Rommath stood up straight, slowly closed his eyes, he accepted his fate!
Time seemed to turn back, and Kael'thas felt that he was back when he was young. At that time, his father was busy with political affairs, and Rommath was the only one who accompanied him and taught him everything...

Kael'thas was a little numb. When he thought that he would lose his father and his old courtiers who were both teachers and fathers one after another in the same day, the huge heartache almost crushed him.

His body shook violently.

But he knew that Rommath must die!

If Romance is not dead, his legitimacy of the throne will be compromised. This is an behavior that cannot be tolerated by any ruler-if the legitimacy of the throne is not enough, then no matter which vassal will have the illusion that he is qualified to challenge the kingship.

Kael'thas wanted to raise his hands, but felt that his arms were as heavy as a thousand catties.

Just when he was extremely sad and tangled, suddenly...

"Buzz!"

That is the sound of the bowstring!
"call out!"

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, Aurelia was still keeping her bow and arrow, and a star arrow pierced through Rommath's heart.

"Your Excellency Windrunner..." Kaizi couldn't hide the shock on his face.

"What?" Alleria raised her sword eyebrows, "Every traitor can be punished!"

Uh, that's true.

This operation is undoubtedly overstepped.

Make it clear that you don't want to give Kael'thas the face of the king.

McDonnell was willing to give up the stage to give the Sun King a ride, but let his woman kill Romance, who was next.

Everyone finds this operation weird.

Kaizi looked blankly at his master standing in front of everyone, only to see McDonald blinking secretly.

Kaizi didn't have his own opinion, and he wanted to leave his fate to others, which didn't mean he was an idiot. He immediately understood the key point - that's right, Rommath, the 'traitor' must die.Anyone can treason if there is no price to pay for treason.This is an account he must give to all his vassals as a king.

On the other hand, after all, Rommath was not stained with the blood of any compatriots or even alliance soldiers, and even he and his followers hadn't been on the battlefield much.

In this regard, his crime is far lighter than that of the Sun King.

Don't forget, Azeroth is a fantasy world, death does not mean complete GG.

Today Rommath is dead, and tomorrow the Ebon Blade Knights will need several grand liches.

This was determined by McDonald secretly with Rommath using the Whisper of the Wind.

The most amazing thing is that it was Aurelia who represented MacDonald. Even if Kaizi's vassals had any objections, it was impossible to blame their own king.After all, it was the emperor who did it.

Anyone who understands this coquettish operation understands it, and no one will be so idiot to expose it on the spot.

Rommath's death was the end of this crusade against Atal'Dazar.

In fact, there are still aftermath.

The alliance is fighting Zandalari trolls, one is for revenge, and the other is, so much gold, isn't it delicious?
Originally, many soldiers of the Alliance wanted to make a fortune, but Atal'Dasa was a very evil place.There is a lot of gold in it, all of which are funerary objects, but almost every corpse in it will be a fake corpse, and any piece of gold jewelry is likely to be cursed.

Ordinary people touch it, it is really dead and the whole family does not know how it died.

The most frightening thing is that sometimes death is not the end, and some curses will be attached to the soul, forcing the tomb robbers to become servants of the kings of all walks of life and guardians of the mausoleum after death.

At this time, you need a 'professional team' to play.

[Jun Muqi] Swaggeringly brought the filthy god group into the arena, with a big wave of his hand: "Pick it up! Pick it up for me! Turn over every inch of land, pick up every gram of gold!"

[God of Tulip] Picking his nostril with his little finger: "What is the curse? Can I eat it?"

A group of filthy gods sang songs, hummed unknown tunes, and performed gravehead dancing on the troll's ancestral grave...

(End of this chapter)