Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

The howling wind blew up the city wall and messed up her hair.

"Lord Solan Lian."

An old mage came up behind her, bowed and saluted, and brought even colder news: "We are about to launch an attack on Storm Fortress, what are you going to do?"

This order... was not given by Solan Lian.

Her command was gone, and control of Hellfire Citadel fell into the hands of other elves.

The prince in the astromancer's heart had anticipated all this.

After the Rune Stone was destroyed, the troops of Hellfire Fortress immediately turned their target to Storm Fortress.

But the elves had no plan to save the people, and Kael'thas only ordered the attack.

【Valela. 】

Solan Lian didn't even have the energy to spare his troops to search for the female thief's body.

"I'll go as well."

But she still decided to join the fight. Only fighting could allow her to escape the doubts in her heart.

She didn't want to doubt Kael'thas.

Crimson dragon eagles rose from the ground in a group, and the mighty harpies led the way.

This is the last battle.

Solanlian realized this. She didn't know why she wanted to attack the Storm Fortress, but it must have meaning.

But what confidence do elves have about occupying a 'monster' that can emit that huge beam of light that destroys the world?

[Answer] The answer was soon revealed as the arcane storm exploded in the twisted void. In this purple sky, hundreds of mages rode dragon eagles through the surging magic storm. The staffs in their hands were transformed by the powerful arcane storm in the void. The magic energy emits dazzling light.

"Pass it to Your Highness!"

A shout made Solan Lian raise his head in surprise.

A five-pointed star array rotated in the void, and a golden sword stabbed down from the array.

Strike of Flame——

【Magic addiction...】

When she just thought this, her heart was still beating healthily.

"what happened..."

When he looked over again, Solan Lian realized that the sword was just a shadow.

The next moment, the light emitted by countless staffs converged on the sword body.

The sword began to twist, gradually changing its shape amidst the huge energy.

It turned into a blue arcane fireball, transformed into the sun and roared out. The violent rotation made the air scream and the earth shook.

A blue scar was torn open in the twisting void in an instant.

The Storm Fortress standing at the top was hit straight by the fireball, and a white barrier bloomed around it.

"Boom" "Boom"

After a stalemate for several seconds, the fireball exploded violently, and blue energy scattered across the barrier like smoke.

This energy is the natural nemesis of the barrier, corroding the barrier with huge holes like sulfuric acid.

"attack!"

I don't know who shouted, and swarms of harpies poured into the broken holes, using bombs and spells to create smoke and chaos throughout the Storm Fortress.

The roar of battle had just begun, and the Dragon Eagle troops followed closely.

Solanlian followed the crowd into the Storm Fortress. She took out her staff and enveloped the bridge in flames.

In the chaos, the paladins and warriors fell to the ground and quickly killed the draenei.

But what surprised Solanlian was that quite a few of these Draenei took off their cloaks and stood together with the elves.

"Cannibalism?"

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"I do not like this..."

Shattrath, Velen lowered his head sadly: "But this must be done, the draenei do not belong to the Naaru."

In front of him on the highway of Shattrath, the draenei belonging to his subordinates were attacking the priests of Aldor.

The draenei who fanatically worship A'dar cannot survive.

"why..."

An old Odor priest who fell at his feet struggled to stretch out his hand and held Velen's feet: "...Teacher...Isn't Naaru just?...It saved us...It gave us Everything about us..."

Without the Naaru, there would be no current Draenei - whether it was tens of thousands of years ago or now, the Naaru are saving the Draenei.

This grace... was once taught by Velen himself to the children.

He has lived for tens of thousands of years and is the longest-lived Draenei... Many people here, including the elders of Aldor, are children he has watched grow up with his own eyes and taught himself.

but...

"There is no pure justice in this world."

Velen lowered his eyebrows and said to the priest: "Your justice is not my justice, but my justice is the people..."

"I have to choose the winner to save more people."

Perhaps Adal is also a kind of justice.

Velen does not hate Adal. In fact, if he is sure that it will win the final victory, Velen will definitely choose Naaru.

A Naaru who has no mortal desires and a Naaru who follows a noble identity... is also a good leader.

Unfortunately it has no chance of winning.

Velen understood a long time ago that even if no elves appeared, the naaru would never be able to resist Kil'jaeden.

If hung next to the naaru, the draenei would die sooner or later.

"...It's not justice...cough...but he is justice...teacher..."

&nbbsp;Priest Odor raised his head, his bloody face twisted: "I can't forgive you...I can't forgive..."

A foot interrupted him.

Viren kicked the dying priest far away, and the vitality in his old body was no less than that of a young man.

"is this okay?"

An elf mage following him looked at Velen in surprise.

"Instead of continuing to talk nonsense like this, it's better to kill Adal as soon as possible."

Velen shook his head and continued to lead the elves towards the Holy Light Dome.

If Adal had been dealt with earlier, perhaps some followers of the Naaru would have survived.

The Dome of Holy Light is surrounded by the bright Holy Light. The Draenei have eliminated most of Aldor's defenders, but they still cannot break through the defensive barrier of the Holy Light.

"Velan!"

Sensing the elf's arrival, Adal's furious voice rang out - he had no mouth, so the sound felt more like the result of air vibrations.

"Are you going to betray me?"

"We, the Naru clan, have nothing to do with you."

Viren had no answer.

"Okay, let us do the rest."

The elf mage said to him, and then walked side by side towards the Holy Light Dome.

"Don't think about it!"

With an angry roar, a row of holy light storms roared out from the holy light dome, lifting countless boulders from the ground and rushing toward the elves.

The elves quickly took their staffs and created a blue barrier in front of them. Amidst the continuous collisions, the barrier crookedly blocked the attack.

After the holy light disappeared, every elf frowned.

They are all legendary mages, but the attack just now forced them to work together to resist. Adal's power should not be underestimated.

Although Naaru is not a master of offense, it does not mean that they cannot fight.

In addition to dedication, Holy Light's combat power is also exaggerated.

Adal did not choose to leave because he was confident in his own power - he was not afraid of death.

The power of Holy Light in Adal's body is endless and will not even dry up, and it does not die physically like mortals, which gives it the certainty of victory.

Of course, the mages will not back down.

They soon stopped and gathered together to launch a new attack.

Fiery flames and icy ice poured over the Holy Light Barrier, and the magic power from the staff never ceased to intensify and boil.

Under the siege of ice and fire, Adal laughed loudly - how could such a stingy technology be useful!

But his sharp laughter stopped abruptly in the fragmented barrier...

"what happened?"

Even the elf mages could only look at each other in shock: they had made long-term preparations, but they did not expect that the barrier would be broken so easily.

Only Viren looked pale and suspected something.

Yes, this was because Kil'jaeden secretly took action.

But there was no time to wait for the Draenei leader to determine the relationship between cause and effect. The elf mages seized the momentary gap and teleported into the Holy Light Dome.

In the hall, shielded by towering walls on all sides, they dispersed and broke the protected water bottles.

The magic well water from another world fell to the ground. Their powerful force made Adar unable to move for an instant, and he could only watch the sparse liquid hit the ground.

"Boom"

Like a large dewdrop rolling down a lotus leaf, the well water made a subtle sound.

The sound was incredibly small in the background of the fighting outside, but it paused time like a ghost, and then turned into a huge wave that surged towards the high-altitude thing of holy light.

"Ah ah ah..."

Adar's miserable wail disappeared in an instant.

The holy light pointed to the sky by Shattrath was extinguished, the earth trembled, boulders fell from the sky, and the dome of holy light trembled and collapsed in the fear of the crowd.

Amid the fear of smoke and the wails of death, a new dazzling light appeared on this land... The golden well water represented the ruins of the Holy Light Dome, and the gradually extinguished light in the well water could be vaguely seen from the outside. Holy light.

"Success."

In the Black Temple, when Illidan thrust the flaming blade into the giant demon Magtheridon, he saw the holy light extinguished in the northern sky.

That's the symbol of Shattrath, the symbol of the Naaru.

The Sunwell swallowed Adar.

"Success... yes, but not you... but my master succeeded."

Magtheridon also looked at the northern sky, but what he looked at was the diffuse dark atmosphere in the sky.

Kil'jaeden...

The elven mages completed the final work, and as they chanted, the new well glowed even more.

"The magic circle is ready."

Darkness comes.

A huge figure descended from the sky surrounded by lightning and storm, and his majesty was as unattainable as a mountain peak.

"Make me wait that long."

"Mortals, prepare to suffer eternal torment!"

The dark hand shadow swept through the golden well water with a hurricane, and all the legendary mages were shattered into pieces like ants.

Kil'jaeden stood upright in the center of the well water. He laughed wildly. In the midst of his evil laughter, the well water was slowly swallowed by darkness.

Until no trace of golden light was revealed, Kil'jaeden gained the power of the well water. (To be continued.