Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

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The grass on the roadside dropped tiny drops of water.

When the sun rises again from the east, warmth shines on every elf who stays up all night.

'Anar'AlahAnar'AlahBelore'

On the broad roadside, under the big golden trees, several girls greeted the morning with ethereal singing. The noble Salas language seemed very sad in this song. Their long white skirts were flying in the wind. The singing Li Adeline and the team of priests looked like angels.

"This song is...?"

Kael'thas asked, pressing the red sword hilt tightly with his right hand.He had never heard this sad song before, but it gave him a very familiar feeling.

"The Highborne's Lament...Your Highness..."

An old mage lowered his head with complicated emotions and answered him:

"In ancient times, the elves sang this song to commemorate those victims who bravely fought against powerful monsters."

Is it also a song in memory of the deceased?Kael'thas' memory of those 15 years was loosened. He had also heard this song, but it was a sadder song sung by the banshees led by Sylvanas, the Queen of the Forgotten.

Now, it is sung by Liadrin and the other priests, but one can still feel the hopeful vitality in the singing.

"Then, Your Highness, let's go first..."

The guard wearing golden armor came over and knelt down to Kael'thas and said softly.Behind him were two rows of similarly dressed guards, as well as a red coffin where the soldier was buried.

They are the ones responsible for burying their dead compatriots. Every elf who dies on the front line will be transported back to his hometown by them as long as the situation allows, and then resettled together.

"Where is his home?"

With eyes covered with red threads from staying up late, Kael'thas asked softly. He didn't want to know where the body of this loyal warrior would be placed in the future.

"Qingfeng Village."

The guard raised his head and glanced at Kael'thas, sighed secretly, and replied.

[This warrior is so lucky...Your Highness...do you know more elves...]

[They can't even find the body... let alone your recognition...]

Amid the singing and the chirping of birds, the transport team slowly left and walked away...

......

"So, what are you going to do now?"

Seeing the team in the distance gradually disappearing, Kael'thas turned around and asked his teammates.

His face glowed in the sun like a sculpture, and his eyes stared straight at the crowd calmly. In just one night, this child seemed to have changed into a different person, maturing like an adult elf.

In fact, he has already reached level 25.

"The team has been disbanded and we will return to our own team."

The male mage took the lead and knelt down towards Kael'thas:

"We didn't do anything this time. We were derelict in our duties..."

"I'm sorry, Your Highness!"

Immediately afterwards, the remaining elves also knelt on the ground. Liadrin wanted to kneel down, but Solanlian stopped her.

"Please give us some time, and when we have enough strength, we can return to your hands!"

As the mage said this, the rangers and priests all lowered their heads and begged:

"Your Highness, please allow us to come back again!!"

There was a hint of whimpering in his voice, and Kael'thas realized that these were still a group of young children...

They had just entered the battlefield and had to regret the death of a comrade.

Thinking of the dead warrior, Kael'thas felt his heart trembling, as did his teammates. What did he do at that time?

"I allow."

He tried his best to smile, trying to smile as brightly as the sun, but his red eyes looked more and more like a stubborn child, and his mature temperament suddenly disappeared.

"I'm waiting for you" I'm waiting for you and allow you to come back! "

[A new army? 】

The old mage looked surprised and laughed. He saw that this incident was enough to start cultivating Kael'thas' power.

"Your Highness, I have a suggestion..."

"Huh?...What?"

"Why don't we set up a new unit and call it Fire Wings."

The general troops do not have names, but the troops with names usually have unique meanings. The old mage obviously wants to establish Kael'thas' own power.

"This unit belongs to you. It is named after the surnames of the soldiers who sacrificed for you, which expresses absolute loyalty and honor!"

"Wings of Fire...."

The old mage's words were nothing short of shocking. Kael'thas had always thought that the Fire Wings had existed for a long time, but now it seems that they haven't been born yet?

It...was born because of this?

[Then am I still walking in the established history? 】

In fact, what he didn't expect was that in this world, the Fire Wing surname had long been a very loyal surname, but he had never had the chance to make it a unit.

The old mage was actually just pushing the boat along. Presumably, the distant King would definitely not refuse this proposal.

"I agree!"

"Me too!!"

The kneeling team members raised their heads and looked at Kael'thas firmly and eagerly.

"it is good."

Solemnly, Kael'thas slowly nodded in agreement.

The establishment of a unit cannot be completed in an instant. It will take at least several years to prepare for the birth of this unit.

So these teammates left one after another half an hour later.

Kael'thas's team was disbanded, and it was said that this was the result of his brother's forced order.Besides the guards, there were only two people left beside him.

Liadrin and Solanlian.

The former had red eyes and stood weakly, still feeling sad about Odilon's death.As for the latter, apart from his somewhat dim eyes, his expression was still cold and indifferent.

"You already knew that, right? Solanlian..."

Finally having time, Kael'thas squinted his eyes and slowly asked:

"Know everything."

Recalling Solanlian's concession to Odilon at the beginning of their meeting, to her simple proposal to disperse and flee, and go alone to bring in reinforcements.

Everything seems to be moving as if arranged by this astrologer...

"I'm sorry, I didn't know what was going to happen..."

Solanlian lowered her eyebrows, still the same, and explained in a low voice: "But I saw the future aura of that warrior...only death..."

"I just didn't expect it to be so fast."

She gently pinched the corner of her clothes with her right hand, then inhaled:

"I know what His Highness is wondering about..."

"But! If we didn't separate last night, everyone's future would be death, and they might even involve you..."

All of them die, that is the saddest result.

"So, I'm relying on that judgment."

"And Your Highness."

"The only glimmer of hope is your Phoenix..."

She is Solanlian, an astromancer, so she can only try her best to capture the glimmer of life for her monarch.

No matter what the future holds, no matter how many people sacrifice...

As long as we can protect this person.

[Right...Odilon*Firewing...]

She raised her head and looked at Kael'thas shining in the sun.

His eyes contained angry flames, and his green face could vaguely tell what kind of handsome man he would be in the future.

Even if you blame me...

I live only for you...