Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

Sunwell.

The body of the Silver Dragon lay quietly in the well water, and Kael'thas floated above and carefully used magic to detect the condition of the body.

And just as he expected, the Silver Dragon's bloodline was too powerful.

The truth is that because the body was directly molded into adulthood, the soul did not fully adapt to the body, allowing the wild instincts of being a dragon to escape.

The problem is neither big nor small.

As the adaptation time increased, Kael'thas was soon able to suppress his body's impulses.

But this time will take at least a month, and he can't wait so leisurely now.

He decided to find a way to reduce the effect of blood, so he went to the High Elf Library to find the spells he needed.

The Silver Dragon changed form again, transforming into a blond-haired, blue-eyed high elf prince, and walked towards the outside of the Sunwell.

Lor'themar seemed to be staying with Sylvanas in Silvermoon City, so Kael'thas did not bother them.

He directly transmits the arcane way.

The arcane path under the night sky remains mysterious. Under the gaze of blue flames on both sides, Kael'thas winds his way up.

He reached the top loft.

This attic has two modes, one is the attic for daily study, and the other is the endless library.

The two modes cannot exist at the same time. Kael'thas originally wanted to open the library directly, but the moment before opening the door, he felt that there was still breath inside.

【who is it? 】

This thought flashed away. Although the Silver Dragon could not feel the power of the Sunwell alone, another sense enveloped Quel'Thalas' body and he quickly got the answer - the person in the attic was Anweena. .

Is this elf still studying so late?

Kael'thas thought this and opened the door normally.

"Huh...huh..."

The little guy sleeping on the window came into view.

Anweina was drooling at the corner of her mouth and sleeping sweetly with a face full of sweetness. She was wearing a long white dress, and her white collarbone was exposed when the night wind blew.

Kael'thas picked up the cloak that had been blown off by the wind from the ground, covered her body, and then took away the books in her hands.

His movements were very careful, but he still caught Anweina's attention.

"Ah um..."

The elf's pointed ears trembled and he opened his eyes gently, looking over with a confused expression.

"Father...ah, father?"

Her sleepiness disappeared the moment she saw Kael'thas.

Anweina fell into his arms excitedly.

"Father, why are you here?"

Her ears swayed even more.

Kael'thas had never seen an elf show joy on his ears like Anweena. This kind of action was not like an elf, but like a cute puppy wagging its ears.

"Find some books."

Kael'thas stroked Anveena's head while picking up the cloak that was about to fall again.

"Why are you still here so late?"

he continued.

"I recited the wrong spell during the last magic test. Sister Sylvanas seemed unhappy."

Anweina lowered her ears and rubbed Kael'thas' hand with her face: "So I want to memorize those spells again tonight."

That's why she stays here.

Anweina has a strong talent for casting spells, and her ability to learn spells is better than anyone else. Her only problem is that she can't pronounce the spell correctly.

However, it is very rare to pronounce the wrong spell in this world. In the eyes of others, the mages who pronounce the spell incorrectly are not people who concentrate on learning - the so-called half-bucket wizards.

In the elven kingdom where magic is highly developed, this kind of low-level mistake is even more unacceptable to others.

"Then have you memorized it?"

Kael'thas lifted Anweina into his arms, nodded her forehead and said, "Don't tell me that you fell asleep before reciting it."

Anweina shook her head with a red face - obviously, she didn't finish memorizing it.

Kael'thas looked at her funny.

"Salas is the most beautiful language, and I don't want to see your attitude like this."

He cleared the books on the ground and slowly sat on the ground.

"Forget it, I'll stay with you."

Mephitus sat on the ground like this when he was a child, accompanying him through every study night.

Kael'thas is not a dedicated leader, but he does what he can.

The night began to pass for the two of them.

Anweina held the magic book and recited the spells, while Kael'thas sat on the ground and flipped through the books.

The light of the bright moon poured down from the window, leaving two reflections on the floor of the attic.

This night was quiet and warm.

When Kael'thas closed the unknown number of books, Anweina had finished her task and fell asleep beside the bookshelf.

She curled up, her face soft and childish.

[It seems that there have been days like this before. 】

Kael'thas recalled the past, and that period of study was his happiest day, carefree and without having to bear anything.

However, along the way, he could only barely understand Mephitus's mood.

What is the mood of King Anastalian?

Perhaps these can only be realized gradually when Kael'thas has his own children.

"Open the library..."

Putting Anweina aside, Kael'thas opened the endless high elf library.

& He jumped down the spiral staircase to search, and after several hours he finally got the spell he wanted.

This unknown spell can weaken the wild influence of blood. It was a spell created by the elves in ancient times to better weaken the threat of beasts to their homeland.

This spell is very timely for the Silver Dragon.

However, to weaken a person's bloodline, the power of the caster must be greater than the person.In other words, the bloodline of the Silver Dragon can only be sealed using the power of the Sunwell.

Kael'thas then closed the library, hugged Anweina and left the arcane path.

He sent the elf back to Silvermoon City and returned to the Sunwell alone to start work.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

-

It rained.

However, this rain is different from usual, it is a rain of fire.

Bright red flames flew all over the sky, and the entire earth burned.

Sylvanas didn't know when or why she appeared here, but she didn't stop and kept running wildly.

The flames transformed hundreds of iron chains behind her, roaring like a monster and chasing after her.

Some unknown sadness lingered in Sylvanas's heart. Her shoes were burned by the flames, and then she stepped on a sharp stone.

With a thud, Sylvanas fell to the ground.

"Wow!"

She gritted her teeth and sobbed, trying to stand up, but the rapidly passing flames crossed in front of her, instantly blocking the road.

"I appreciate your courage, but this struggle is pointless."

An extremely familiar sound echoed in the air.

Sylvanas turned her head, and she watched the chain of flames covering the sky part, letting the young figure walk over.

Blonde hair, golden eyes...soft smile.

This is Kael'thas—her brother.

He walked next to Sylvanas, squatted down and reached out to touch her face: "Time and space have been locked by me, and no one can escape."

"My beloved Sylvanas, tell me your wish... your last wish..."

Kael'thas's eyes were smiling, and the sparkling light could only be displayed with the warmth from the heart.

All this frightened Sylvanas.

She wanted to retreat, but the wall of flames that suddenly rose stopped her movement.

"It looks like it's gone. What a pity."

Kael'thas narrowed his eyes slightly: "Then goodbye..."

As soon as he finished speaking, two chains of flames rose from the ground, piercing Sylvanas's chest and lifting her into the sky.

The rain of blood burned in the flames, and blood overflowed from the corners of her mouth - pain, guilt, and indescribable sadness.

"save him..."

She murmured and let go of her hand, and a black stone disappeared silently into the air.

-

"Her Majesty the Queen!"

The apothecary's voice stirred Sylvanas out of her trance.

She was sweating and looked around. The dull hall was the Lord's Mansion of Stratholme.

【Dream? 】

Sylvanas seemed to have seen something just now.

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

But before she could think deeply, Faranir's voice reminded her of the occasion again.

"Well, it's fine."

Sylvanas put away her doubts and answered honestly. Undead don't need to rest, so she won't use fatigue as an excuse.

"Your Majesty, we calculate that the integration of the Eastern Plaguelands can be completed within a few days, and then we can head south to Lordaeron."

Faranir glanced at their queen worriedly, then lowered his head and reported: "Is this course of action feasible?"

Sylvanas was slightly startled.

Incorporating the Eastern Plaguelands can enrich a large number of troops, and then integrating other regions will not take much effort.

But for some reason, she felt a vague sense of crisis.

"No, we will go to Lordaeron tomorrow."

Sylvanas said, this order also felt a bit abrupt to her.

She doesn't understand why.

But there is a feeling that you can’t get if you don’t go to Lordaeron now.

"But Her Majesty the Queen..."

Faranir wanted to say something, but was immediately interrupted by Sylvanas.

"Time is running out, get ready now!"

She gave the order decisively, then turned around and left irritably.

[What is it? 】

[What does this feel like? 】

Until she returned to her room, Sylvanas still couldn't get rid of the irritability.

She stood in front of the window and looked up at the setting moon. The dim moonlight disgusted her.

"Sylvanas, I will come over to your place after I recover."

Kael'thas's voice rang in her ears.

Sylvanas's pupils suddenly opened wide, and she saw a picture.

The black dragon legion covered the sky and flew toward Quel'Thalas. The golden flaming sword slashed down from the sky, destroying all the black dragons in an instant.

A female black dragon looked up to the sky and howled, falling to the ground with hatred in her eyes.

Her blood flowed throughout Yongge Forest, and she never closed her eyes until her death.

'Onyxia...'

Sylvanas trembled and read out the name of this black dragon—the mother dragon of the Black Dragon Legion.