Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

The orc force in Nagrand is called the Mag'har. Of course, this name is not important.

What's important is the old orc who saved the orphan. Her identity is Thrall's grandmother.

'Gayaan' - the name of this noble orc.

Kael'thas knew the way to convince the orcs, and the key was Thrall.

Gaia'an probably never expected that she would still have descendants who would stay in another world and become high-ranking tribal chiefs.

As long as Thrall and Gaiaan meet, all problems will be solved.

However... they can't see each other.

Kael'thas would not foolishly drag the tribe to Draenor to disrupt the situation. It would be nice to meet relatives, but that would have to wait until the war is over.

At this stage, he can only go to Sarna to find a token, and then bring it to Gaiaan to prove friendship.

Fortunately, the Silver Dragon placed his body in Kalimdor, making his journey much shorter.

Orgrim, a war city filled with the heroic atmosphere of the orcs - the capital of the tribe.

In order not to attract unnecessary attention, Kael'thas transformed into an orc and walked in.

He could not change the genes of this body, so several people soon noticed something strange.

A familiar face with a weathered look came over.

"Brooks, I haven't seen you for many years, but you're still the same."

Kael'thas took the lead in greeting him with a smile while he was not attacking.

This natural attitude made Brooks stop his attack and instead asked with a stern face: "Who are you?"

"I...do you remember the person you blocked during the last battle?"

Kael'thas stretched out his hand, and a small purple vortex formed in his palm - a weightless stance.

"It's you!"

Brox's expression changed greatly, and he looked at Kael'thas warily.

He was certainly impressed by the elf prince's unique skills.

However, the old orc quickly thought of something again, and his tense face softened slightly.

"Forget it, you can't be called enemies if you leave the alliance."

He lowered his weapon and then asked Kael'thas why he was there.

"I want to talk to your warchief."

This reply did not surprise Brox, and the old orc ordered someone to report it.

Thrall was studying the shamanic ways with Drek'Thar in the Valley of Honor. After receiving the news, he ran out to greet him with great joy.

Of course, his joy was not hidden from the others, and many orc generals who didn't know why were following him.

"Go, go, go aside!"

Thrall had to expel these guys, and then hurriedly took Kael'thas to where he lived.

Even Brooks was eventually driven away.

"Where's Teresa?"

Kael'thas transformed into the appearance of an elf and looked around Thrall's home.

This simple home is not as gorgeous as the homes of humans and other princes and nobles. For Sal and Theresa, perhaps a simple place is more suitable for them to live.

Of course, the two dense rows of guards outside are a symbol of status.

"She went to Durotar, where there are many children."

Thrall explained softly while pouring tea for Kael'thas.

"I'll make do with it, this one isn't as good as what you did."

He smiled like this.

This innocent smile did not change because of his identity, and Kael'thas breathed a sigh of relief.

Sal and Teresa both grew up from the lowest level and experienced the most difficult years. Perhaps because of this, they were able to support each other and retain their most primitive hearts.

The Alliance is different. Both Kaliya and Varian are of noble birth, and only those born into the royal family can take over the position of leader.

Of course, this is not to say that Kaliya and Varian are bad.

Kael'thas admires several mortal leaders in this era.

If there were no guardian dragons and various other hidden threats, perhaps the world would usher in a peaceful era.

"Several years have passed since our last separation."

Kael'thas raised his head and stared at Thrall: "You have become more mature..."

It was still difficult for him to distinguish some details of the orc's appearance, but Thrall had changed from a boy to an adult. He could still easily see the huge change.

Compared with a few years ago, Thrall's body became taller and stronger, his face also wore a majestic look, and the power emanating from him was even more astonishing.

Holy shaman.

In just a few years, he is worthy of being a genius orc - perhaps Thrall's power should be one of the best among the entire orc tribe, not falling behind the older generation of heroes.

"Hahaha, the lifespan of an orc cannot be compared with yours. Your appearance has not changed much since you were a child."

Sal laughed. There was doubt in his eyes, but he did not ask.

The orc chieftain had obviously noticed that Kael'thas was different from before.

But this is a secret, and the element cannot tell him the answer.

"I came to you to ask for something."

Kael'thas changed the subject.

"What is it? If it's not something important, I'll give you whatever you want."

Thrall puffed out his chest and promised that he truly regarded Kael'thas as a close friend.

Time has proven this relationship.

Kael'thas had helped him selflessly several times since he was young. He could be said to be the only friend who did not act for profit.

At least that's what the orc chief believes.

Even Sylvanas was not one percent as good as Kael'thas in his heart.

"I want the piece of cloth you were born with, the piece your mother made."

But Kael'thas's request was far beyond Thrall's expectations.

"cloth..."

That was the key to his life experience. It was because of that piece of cloth that he proudly learned about his parents from Grom a few years ago, so it meant a lot to Thrall.

"What are you going to do with it?"

He had to ask.

"I can't tell you just yet."

However, Kael'thas did not answer directly. He said that he had no ill intentions and that he would tell Thrall in a few years.

"In a few years..."

Thrall was puzzled by this answer, but based on his trust in previous constructions, he finally gave the cloth to Kael'thas.

After getting this piece of cloth, Kael'thas has a way to open up the situation in Nagrand.

He accepted the request for lunch.

At noon, Teresa, whose face was covered, came back under the protection of the old orc Eitrigg.

"Child, child..."

When Kael'thas saw her big belly, his eyes almost popped out of his head - he had created a new destiny.

The birth of an orc prince.

"Congratulations."

After coming back to his senses, Kael'thas immediately congratulated Thrall and Teresa.

"You will be a father one day too."

Teresa covered her mouth and smiled softly. Her big eyes were shining brightly, and she was more naughty than before.

Kael'thas thought of the sad little girl before and couldn't help but look at Thrall with admiration.

[Good job! 】

He conveyed his thoughts like this, which made Sal's face feel a little hot.

"Theresa...Her Highness Kael'thas will have to wait for a long time."

The orc warchief refused to admit defeat and continued the joke: "When he became a father, we were already grandparents."

This is not an exaggeration at all, the reproductive period of elves must be that long.

Of course, Kael'thas also has his own cards to play.

"My daughter is already over ten years old."

After he said this, Sal and Teresa were stunned.

"This is what she looks like."

In order to increase credibility, Kael'thas also cast a spell to reveal Anweina's figure in the air.

Thrall's face was dark and sinking...

Teresa laughed dryly and stopped talking about it.

In the weird atmosphere, the three of them had lunch.

"By the way, Teresa, I can cure you."

While eating, Kael'thas dropped another bombshell, which scared Teresa so much that she almost dropped the cheese in her hand on her skirt.

"Forget it...it doesn't matter."

But she was silent for a moment, then laughed again: "I'm fine as I am now, no treatment is needed."

Kael'thas paused.

"why?"

He put down the food in his hand and asked, and Sal also looked over in confusion.

"After so many years...it took a lot of effort for everyone to accept me as I am."

Teresa touched the gauze on her face and explained in a low voice: "Restoring the appearance may disgust them again."

Orcs and humans are feuding. If Teresa regains her appearance and appears in front of the orcs, she will inevitably encounter such problems.

Although her identity was always clear, her human face was never revealed.

A masked enemy and an enemy with a straight face will give people completely different feelings.

"Don't worry, Teresa, just like last time, they'll be able to accept you again soon."

Sal immediately stood up and walked to Theresa, holding her hand: "I know you are eager to restore your appearance, and you should not give up this opportunity."

"I'll stay with you."

He had an equally valid point. Teresa had overcome her prejudice the first time, and the second time would definitely be easier.

"But, Sal."

Teresa held Sal's hand and looked up at him: "It takes a long time to eliminate prejudice. I'm pregnant now..."

"I want my child to be born with blessings."

At this moment, Kael'thas and Thrall had nothing to say.

They didn't understand the way women looked at things, and no one could say that Teresa's ideas were wrong.

"Then next time, there's no rush anyway."

Kael'thas promised the couple: "After your child is born, I will find time to come over."

That's the end of this topic.

After lunch, Kael'thas originally wanted to leave directly, but he had an idea and immediately asked Thrall for any news about the dragon.

And Thrall gave him an answer that pleased him: Someone had seen an adult dragon appear in the Barrens.

So, Kael'thas left Orgrimmar and transformed into a silver dragon and flew towards the Barrens.

He wants to find a suitable guy to help open up Blade's Edge Mountain and Void Storm.

It just depends on who will be unlucky enough to be touched by him. (To be continued.