Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

The Black Dragon Princess, who had been tortured for a long time, fell on the terrace and fell asleep quickly.

Looking at her huge body, Kael'thas thought she wouldn't catch a cold.

The newly born clone is very fragile, but fortunately it can accept the energy transmitted from the Black Dragon Princess to replenish its physical strength.

Kael'thas ordered someone to prepare a temporary cot on the terrace, and then fell asleep under Lor'themar's protection.

The other elves had no choice but to retreat back to the fortress, looking at each other.

"The first time I met His Highness was when he was fifteen or sixteen years old."

Walking on the dimly lit stairs, Allelia put one hand on the wall and suddenly spoke out.

"Huh? And then..."

Solan Lian didn't understand why she raised this topic.

Alleria smiled and said, "That's why I found out today the most essential reason why Sylvanas is obsessed with him. Your Highness is indeed very cute..."

The scene fell silent for an instant.

Is it really okay to say it like this?Isn't this just your personal opinion?

"..."

The astrologer searched his arms with his hands, and then silently handed over a handkerchief: "Wipe your nosebleed."

After this night, Allelia's big sister image among the crowd disappeared.

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Return to Quel'Thalas.

Kael'thas opened his eyes in pain. He covered his head with one hand and pieced together the shaky world in front of him.

In fact, the world did not shake, it was just that his soul and body were a little out of tune due to the separation.

Fortunately, this feeling disappeared quickly.

"Whoever is outside, come in."

After he returned to normal, he let the people waiting outside come in.

"See Your Highness."

This is a mage, and the robe printed with the emblem of the Zhuri family proves his identity - a royal mage.

"what's up?"

Kael'thas does not know this mage, but it does not affect his dialogue.

"Your Highness, the demons in the Cursed Land have arrived in Silver Moon City and are under our control."

The mage answered, but showed no sign of looking up.

Demons from the cursed land?

[Oh, Kazak...]

Kael'thas reacted immediately and felt a little strange: "Didn't I order it to be given to the undead? Why is it still here?"

He thought the mages had sent Kazzak to Sylvanas.

"Reporting to your highness, this is what we want to report to you."

The mage took out a report from his arms and raised his hands: "The current situation in Lordaeron makes it impossible for us to send the demons there."

Surprising news.

Kael'thas' expression changed slightly and he stretched out his hand, took the report out of thin air and opened it.

This report stated the current situation in Lordaeron, but it was completely different from what he expected.

Sylvanas didn't quickly become Queen upon her return to Lordaeron.

In contrast, the undead were ruled by two dreadlords, who drove Sylvanas from the capital.

Kael'thas knew these two fear lords. They were called Varimathras and Balnazzar. They seemed to be three brothers with the fear lord he met in Mount Hyjal last time.

Of course, he didn't know exactly whether they were brothers. He only knew that these three guys were originally together in history.

Now that one person has disappeared, the remaining two Dreadlords have controlled the undead early, perhaps taking advantage of the short period of time when Arthas left and Sylvanas returned to Quel'Thalas.

Most of the undead had just escaped from Ner'zhul's control. They were eager to find an organization, and the two powerful dreadlords naturally became their first choice.

【hateful. 】

Kael'thas regretted taking Sylvanas away so simply.

Now that she is taking action a few steps later, it will be difficult to resist the power of the two Dread Lords.

"Continue to keep the demon in Silver Moon City and ask it about the whereabouts of the Dragon King's Blade."

Kael'thas had a stern look on his face and ordered the mage: "You should not take any action regarding Lordaeron's problem."

There was no way he was going to put Kazzak in Lordaeron now.

If nothing else, the two Dread Lords would definitely welcome Kazzak's arrival, and it would be even more unfavorable if the three demons joined forces.

The mages had obviously anticipated this outcome before disobeying orders and imprisoning the demon.

"It's okay, please step back first."

After waving the mage to retreat, Kael'thas took a breath of air.

[Fortunately, it was discovered in time. 】

He condensed arcane energy with his hands, opened a mirror in front of him, and began to observe the situation on Sylvanas' side.

This fashion is at night, and Sylvanas is walking on the withered fields with nearly a thousand pale skeletons.

Wearing black armor and a cloak, she seemed to blend into the night, but her silver hair also glowed charmingly under the moonlight.

"How far is the village?"

She stopped the skeleton horse and asked in a cold voice.

"We will be there soon, Your Majesty."

A skeleton warrior following her bowed to her.

They are all skeletons, undead, and ghouls, with a few ugly-looking abominations mixed in between. This is Sylvanas's current army.

"Really, then speed up."

She led the way again, leaving two streaks of blue phosphorus on the dark ground as the skeletal horse stepped on it.

A few minutes later, the team arrived at the ruins of a village.

Under the moonlight, you can see the collapsed hut, the rusty blacksmith shop, and the messy and terrifying green liquid on the ground.

Every place in Lordaeron is now like this.

"Start searching."

Sylvanas looked around, not paying attention to the scenery in front of her, and directly gave the order.

The undead under her command spread out and searched the village carefully.

【What are you looking for? 】

Kael'thas, who was watching, was still a little curious, but he soon got the result.

Many undead people searched for more skeletons and dead bodies from everywhere, and then drove them into the middle of the village.

"I am Sylvanas. I want to be the queen. Which of you is willing to be loyal to me?"

Sylvanas took two steps forward on her horse, and then asked these dead people.

"A living person?"

"Every living person wants to kill us, so we won't sacrifice our lives for you!"

These undead are making a fuss.

"Quiet!"

An abomination stepped forward with a big foot and said viciously to these undead: "The Queen is not a living person."

Before it finished speaking, Sylvanas quickly made it retreat.

"Yes, I am not a living person."

She reached out and took out a dagger, then stabbed her wrist hard, leaving a huge scar.

"Look, my blood has long since turned dark."

Under the night, brown blood flowed from her wrist. The color obviously did not carry any vitality - it was not the blood of a living person.

The undead fell silent.

Kael'thas also opened his eyes wide.

However, he was different from the undead. What he noticed was Sylvanas's wrist.

How many times of self-mutilation did it take to create that wrist covered with scars?

His heart began to tremble...

"I'm not a living person and I won't hurt you."

Sylvanas' words did not stop.

She let the blood flow from her wrist and looked at the villagers in the village and said: "I know it was difficult for you to escape from the curse and return to your hometown, but this situation is very dangerous. If everyone is confined to a small place, United, we all face a second death."

"Those humans who were once compatriots now hate all the undead. They will not pay attention to our excuses and will only eradicate us completely."

She was right.

When the undead were freed from Ner'zhul's control, they were shocked by the terrible mistakes they had made in the past, but were even more horrified to find that they had become the enemy of all humans.

Whether they are former relatives, friends or children, as long as they are alive, they all hate the undead and try to kill them a second time.

"But, what can you do?"

After encountering various things, these undead souls who were just ordinary humans no longer trust others so easily.

What they want more is a guarantee, a strong leader.

"I can give you another kingdom."

This time, Sylvanas said it without hesitation: "I want to unite you and re-establish a kingdom that belongs only to us."

"This land belongs to you while you are alive, and it will belong to you after you die."

She and the two Dreadlords have different goals. The demons control the undead just for power, and Sylvanas can give them a reason to live.

"You can stay with me and witness my promise with your own eyes."

She asked the undead behind her to move out of the way: "The choice is yours, and those who want to leave can also leave."

"..."

The undead looked at each other.

But in the end, they both realize that leaving won't change anything.

One person's power is limited, but a group of people may really be able to accomplish something.

"We are willing to follow you."

They chose to surrender.

The whole process was short and natural, and no one was suspicious except Kael'thas.

He sees things differently from the undead, and he also knows Sylvanas' power.

Although she cannot directly control the undead, she was able to communicate and sense the hearts of other undead during her banshee period, and this ability has not weakened now.

Sylvanas' every word and deed will unconsciously influence the undead, making them recognize her from the bottom of their hearts.

However, this speed is still too slow.

Kael'thas watched as Sylvanas led the team to move forward. The tired bones of the army looked eerie in the moonlight, but they were actually vulnerable.

Too weak, too weak.

The powerful undead, the maze-like and strange undercity, these combined are the power of Sylvanas.

Only a stronger force can protect this woman and Quel'Thalas.

"It seems that except for Delano, no one here can relax."

Kael'thas stretched out his hand somewhat heavily, expelling the scene in front of him.

He had to make another choice: create a second clone to watch both in this world and in Draenor.

Perhaps he is the one who works the hardest... (To be continued.