Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

Mephitus has been learning magic since childhood. He has studied this stuff all his life, but he has never been as depressed as he is today.

His fingers slid flexibly to let the golden element branches enter the magic circle, changing the effectiveness of the magic circle. However, after several minutes and dozens of efforts, Mephitus was shocked to discover a truth: the magic circle was originally Perfect.

Yes, its structure is flawless.

But just in terms of structure, this magic circle lacks one of the most basic things, something that makes it easier to activate.

"What is it? What the hell is this!?"

The world outside the dark blue rain cover shook and burst into bright red flames. Mephitus spat out a mouthful of blood in embarrassment.

He touched his chest with a painful hand, gritted his teeth and continued his research.

Mephitus actually didn't cast the Mirror Image spell before. The Mirror Image spell was just a way to confuse Deathwing, but it was essentially a spell similar to a clone.The clones created by this spell have a power-sharing connection with the main body, so those individuals are extremely powerful and very smart.

However, because the clone and the main body are too close, if the clone is injured, Mephitus' main body will also be hurt.

Now, the clones outside have been almost eliminated, and Deathwing can immediately detect Mephitus and the others, but Mephitus still has not completed his mission.

He is not willing to fail.

【what exactly is it? 】

[What is it? 】

The old mage had never been so eager, and he turned his head crazily.Holding the staff tightly in one hand.

Sweat dripped down to the ground...

However, Solan Lian on the other side looked at him quietly, silently.

The next moment, bright red flames swallowed up the blue, and with a crisp cracking sound, the blue barrier above their heads broke.

The fragments of the barrier fell to the ground and shattered like glass.

"It turned out to be hiding here."

Deathwing slowly walked over with an indifferent voice.He stepped on the blue fragments, and the flames under his feet destroyed everything that blocked his progress in an instant.

"I admire your courage."

Looking at the wrinkled face of the old mage, I felt that the magic power in his body had become scarce.Deathwing stopped and praised.

He had discovered that the old mage was reduced to ashes.

"But I don't have the habit of letting others go."

Deathwing continued.

"..."

Mephitus then leaned on his staff and stood up with a slight bow: "Let's fight..."

He looked at Deathwing with tired eyes.Even though there was no magic power left in his body, he still didn't think about escaping.

Elves are arrogant, whether they are good or evil, and he has never seen an elf evade a battle in his life.

Mephitus raised the staff horizontally. He looked at the staff with blurry eyes and recalled the first time he saw it.

In order to find a place to live, Mephitus, who was only 5 years old, followed the elves, and the team moved forward under the night like a gray-black belt.They held torches and walked quietly with the flames of the mages floating around them.The flow of people spread all the way to the other side of the mountain.

"Is that you?"

An old mage came from the front of the team, smiled, and looked down at Mephitus: "The child who defeated a troll?"

Blue flames floated around the old mage, staring at him with eyes full of wisdom.

"......Yes."

Mephitus nervously answered the mage. As a child, he only knew one spell.That was the arcane barrage his parents taught him during their lifetime.

But Mephitus's parents died to protect others when he was three years old, and no one taught him new magic during his subsequent journeys.

Mephitus kept practicing, and finally used this spell to defeat an injured troll in today's battle.

"Five years old...you seem to have a talent that no one else can match..."

The mage stretched out his hand and gently touched Mephitus' head.

A cold feeling passed to Mephitus's mind, and he opened his eyes in confusion.

"follow me."

Then.The mage smiled. He slowly squatted down and took Mephitus' hand: "You shouldn't be here."

A huge and beautiful staff appeared in his hand, and Mephitus could not help but tremble. He felt a suffocating attraction coming from the staff.

In an era without the Sunwell, some arcane weapons were enough to fill the emptiness of magic in the elves' bodies.

"This is the staff of arcane magic, the staff of elves..."

"You are going to pass on this staff."

For a new mission, Mephitus followed the mage that night. He left the elves and civilians and joined the ranks of the arcane mage.

When he was 7 years old, the elves arrived in Quel'Thalas and began to build a kingdom.In his youth, he met many companions, all of whom fought against each other and spent hundreds of years building the fragile Quel'Thalas and the Sunwell.When he became an adult, he took over the teacher's staff and followed King Anastarian who succeeded him. Together, he formed an alliance with humans to defeat the Troll Empire and shaped the prosperity of Quel'Thalas.

【teacher...】

[This may be the last battle in my life. 】

With a lifetime of experiences in his mind, Mephitus didn't feel like he had any regrets.

Except for this magic circle...

& Deathwing turned into a burst of red light and struck, Mephitus dodges quickly.

Salas language was spoken continuously from his mouth, and the arcane trembled around him, as if he was wearing a blue dress.

The magic power was drying up, but the body was getting more agile, and Mephitus felt great.

He seemed to have returned to the days when he was jumping freely in the woods in his prime, as if he had returned to the days when he and his teacher rolled on the land after the establishment of Quel'Thalas.

But this is an illusion after all...

A mouse cannot escape the claws of an eagle.When they passed by each other, Deathwing stretched out his hand strangely to the side and stabbed Mephitus through the chest.

No pain, no sadness...

For a moment, Mephitus didn't think about anything. He stood quietly and looked at his bleeding chest.

He seemed to see Quel'Thalas.

"Are you bleeding too?"

Mephitus asked softly.

Deathwing couldn't help but stop and looked at the old mage as if he were a fool.

"You're going to die soon."

He smiled coldly.

He did not penetrate the old mage's heart.But the flames had already entered, and even if he didn't have to do anything, Deathwing was sure that he was almost dead.

"I'll give you another ride."

Deathwing wipes out the blood on his hands with fire.I want to give Mephitus another blow.

But he suddenly noticed a strange look.

【what happened? 】

Deathwing turned his head and found the Astromancer with reddish eyes, but looking at him coldly and calmly.

Is it this little girl?

He just had this thought.Several extremely familiar feelings invaded his body.

Deathwing's expression changed.

[When did those old guys come? 】

[Get the Dragon Soul first! ! 】

As soon as his mind moved, without any pause, he immediately abandoned these two people and disappeared in a flash.

"..."

Solanlian slowly came from behind and knelt gently in front of Mephitus.

"Is he gone?"

Mephitus looked at Solanlian and asked.

"Yes."

Solanlian looked at Mephitus calmly: "I'm sorry..."

It was only a few minutes, and even Solanlian did not expect that the difference between life and death between her and Mephitus was only a few minutes.

The reason for this result should be clear to her after a while, but that is not the problem now. Solan looked at Mephitus with a sad and hopeful look in her eyes.

Is the magic circle completed? That's what she asked.

Mephitus's eyes dimmed.He still hasn't found that result.

"sorry..."

He apologized softly, then slumped down.

The remaining arcane energy in his body was healing him crazily, but the effect was obviously very small. Although he was not completely dead, Mephitus could no longer stand.

He heard the wind in his ears.I heard people calling.

who is it?

Was it his parents, his teachers, or the pastor?

Mephitus opened his eyes, but could only see Solanlian's eyes.

He was obviously dying next to her, but her eyes flickered, but she didn't look at him anymore.

【ah...】

That's it, that's it...

Mephitus understood that Solanlian was the same as him.They are all unswervingly pursuing their dreams and their own value of existence.

The reflection in his eyes was Quel'Thalas...

The reflection in her eyes is Kael'thas...

When the two came together, there was a 'bang' and something broke.

"Aha..."

"Ahahahaha..."

Mephitus was caught by Solanlian's hands. In her arms, the old mage smiled, vomiting blood and laughing crazily: "I understand, I understand..."

There was unprecedented emptiness and warmth in his mind, and he finally understood everything.

Mephitus understood what the magic circle lacked.

It lacks dedication, lacks love, lacks faith...

"Solan Lian..."

Mephitus held up the magic circle with difficulty and printed the gem on the staff on the astromancer's forehead.

"This is the answer..."

Magic power flowed out of his body, the staff glowed with golden light, and he hit Solan Lian's forehead with a golden staff.

An extremely warm feeling spread into the astromancer's mind...

At this moment, the astromancer's eyes traveled through time and space, looked directly into the future, and saw a figure suspended in the air.

Golden moment——

A future full of prosperity and splendor.

"This is the answer, this is the hope..."

But Solan Lian suddenly started crying: "Why..."

"Why is it still His Highness who suffers in the end..."