Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

The eternal realm of Quel'Thalas.

When Onyxia returned to the elven kingdom hidden in the barrier, she couldn't wait to come to the Sunwell.

Today, the Sunwell still radiates warm light and shines on the earth, so most of the elves living in this land do not know that the prince they sing about has been covered by a curse.

The island of Quel'Danas is heavily guarded, and even Onyxia had to filter through numerous barriers before being let go by the island's elite troops.

She ran impatiently into the familiar hall, but was surprised by the sight in front of her.

Dark, steel-like vines emerged from the surging spring water, and were densely intertwined, completely covering Kael'thas' true body floating in mid-air.

The sight would be enough to break anyone's heart were it not for the gleam of golden light emanating from within that proved his safety.

Seeing the curse Sylvanas mentioned with my own eyes felt completely different...

"Little one, let me save you."

Onyxia ignited a flame in her hand, and then gradually condensed into a small fireball. She wanted to get rid of these black vines.

"and many more!"

However, a group of Wang family mages who saw her actions ran over in shock.

"Lady Onyxia, don't attack!"

"Please calm down!"

They rushed in front of Onyxia and blocked the way.

"What are you doing?"

Onyxia was a little unhappy with the actions of these mages, but she still stopped her hand rationally: "Is there something wrong with that vine?"

The mages breathed a collective sigh of relief, and then sent a representative to answer Onyxia's questions.

The black vines are the outward manifestation of the curse left by Kil'jaeden. It is actually like a mysterious combination of fel energy: a self-improving curse system.

If an outsider does not have the power to completely eliminate the curse and easily attacks the vine, the vine will be damaged, but it will also absorb the experience of this damage and become stronger, and it can grow back in a moment.

What's even more frightening is that the vines that grow back will become resistant to previous attacks and will not be attacked by the same attack again.

"Then what are you going to do now?"

After listening to the explanation, Onyxia asked the mages with a cold face: "Should we just leave it alone?"

This sentence really hurt the hearts of many Wang family mages. From ancient times to the present, high elves have been the leader in magic research. Every elf who becomes a Wang family mage is a proud son of heaven and is full of pride in his heart.

But this time they really couldn't find a way to lift the curse even after racking their brains.

"For the current plan, the best way is to let His Highness use the power of the Sunwell to slowly swallow the curse."

The old mage with slightly white hair on his temples stepped forward to break the silence.

What he said made no sense to Onyxia, but luckily he wasn't done yet.

"Actually, His Highness's curse is not unsolvable. Perhaps because it was launched in a hurry, we found many loopholes in it."

"Those loopholes are mainly exposed to people in the past of the cursed person. As long as there are professionals with a certain foundation, we can use our teachings to crack the curse based on the loopholes."

Onyxia was stunned.

Before she could show off her joy, a wave of cold water extinguished the seeds of the flames.

"However, this curse was cast by Kil'jaeden before he died. His power is too powerful..."

The old mage looked gloomy and lowered his voice imperceptibly: "That power is enough to make up for the loopholes in the curse. Unless you can find a power not far from his to break through from the outside, His Highness can only rely on the power of the Sun Well to slowly swallow the curse. .”

Finding a power not far from Kil'jaeden's is simply a fantasy.

Apart from the previously destroyed World Tree, who else in this world has power not far different from Kil'jaeden?

Deathwing might be able, but it's obviously impossible to help... and Teldrassil, the second world tree that the night elves now control, doesn't have such power.

This is the reason why the mages are at their wits' end - no one in the world itself can save Kael'thas.

"no way..."

Onyxia felt a little disappointed. She looked up at Kael'thas, who was wrapped in vines like a rice dumpling, with deep worry in her eyes.

"But can the power of the Sunwell... really lift the curse?"

If something unexpected happens, wouldn't the little guy she likes be saved?

"Please rest assured."

The old mage answered in the affirmative: "The Sunwell continues to absorb arcane energy in the void. Now the curse has reached a stalemate and will be completely exorcised in less than two years."

Two years is just an approximate number.

No one outside Kael'thas can monitor the speed at which the Sunwell absorbs energy, so this number is a conservative estimate by the elven mages. The time to truly lift the curse must be shorter than two years.

"That's good."

Onyxia felt a little better.

She stood next to the well water and looked up for a long time, but in the end she didn't see Kael'thas come out or make a sound.

[Maybe the Emerald Dream is very busy...]

Shenbsp;She came to this conclusion and decisively turned around and left.

She returned to Silvermoon City to complete the tasks assigned to her by Sylvanas, and wanted to rush to the Emerald Dream as soon as possible to help Kael'thas.

Before coming to the Sunwell, the Black Dragon Princess passed a message to Sylvanas, the other person who was stationed in the Tower of the Sun, and asked her to call a few people back from Draenor to help with something. Now she may have an idea.

As expected, Onyxia met a familiar person - Allelia as soon as she entered the Tower of the Sun.

"It's you..."

The Black Dragon Princess was a little surprised. She saw sweat on the female ranger's face. It was obvious that Allelia came all the way in a hurry.

After occupying Draenor, Quel'Thalas planned to build a new teleportation gate directly connected to Shattrath, so that external forces would not block the route to the Cursed Land - but the new teleportation array had not yet been built.

Therefore, when Allelia returned to Silvermoon City, she must have jumped all the way through several old portals. Her speed was surprisingly fast.

"Sylvanas is in need, let me help."

Allelia saw Onyxia and immediately approached her and spoke to her.

When I learned through contact that Sylvanas in Lordaeron needed help, Allelia's sister-control soul immediately burst into flames. She put aside all her tasks and rushed back without stopping.

"Leave that to me!"

Allelia grabbed the black dragon princess's hand and continued to press her.

Onyxia was made to get goosebumps one after another by Allelia's sudden enthusiasm.

"Okay, okay...let me go!"

She broke away from Alleria's hand and waved her arms in disgust.

"I'll tell you what she wants."

After regaining her composure, Onyxia told Allelia seriously: "She wants someone to help her seize a weapon, and she has already investigated the location."

The Black Dragon Princess took out a piece of paper from her chest and handed it to Allelia: "This is the area."

Allelia opened the paper and saw that it was not a particularly dangerous place.

She rolled it up and put it on her body, then asked, "What weapon does she want?"

Alleria is confident that no matter what her sister Sylvanas wants, she can get it for her.

"Well, let me think about it... It seems to be called... Luna Scythe..."

"Yes, that's the name."

Onyxia hesitated for a long time before remembering the name. The scythe was a very rare weapon in this world. Fortunately, its name was very prominent: 'Moon Scythe'.

Sylvanas did not tell her the specific function of the Scythe of the Moon, but Onyxia had a vague feeling of familiarity.

She seems to have heard of this weapon, a long, long time ago...

It seems to have something to do with druids and the Emerald Dream...

-

On the other side, Blackrock Tower.

Deep in the dark city, in the darkest hall, Deathwing sat alone on his throne.

A dark mirror image floated in front of him.

"A human queen and a night elf man?"

He made a confused sound to confirm whether the other party made a slip of the tongue.

"Yes, the people who just appeared in the Emerald Dream are very powerful and a bit strange... Do you recognize these two people?"

A low hoarse voice came from inside the mirror—that was Harveys, the King of Nightmares.

"..."

Deathwing frowned and thought.

"Are you sure that's the human queen? The one with the ponytail?"

He continued to ask, and his heart could not help but tremble slightly - as if he was expecting Harvey's affirmation.

"There is no one else but that person holding the Sword of Holy Light, right?"

Harveys was sure.

Deathwing was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth curled up.

He roughly knew who the night elf man was.

Sure enough, he had to go through all the iron shoes to find it, and it took no effort to get it... He didn't expect that the cursed Kael'thas would run to the Emerald Dream on his own.

The Elf Prince is Deathwing's biggest enemy today. Deathwing has been collecting information about him many years ago. Now it can be said that he is the person who knows Kael'thas best in the outside world.

By the way, of course he also knew about the relationship between Kallia and Kael'thas.

During the Holy War of Hyjal, there was a scandal between the night elves and Kallia. Deathwing didn't care at first, but later Archimonde's sudden death made him doubt the identity of the night elves.

Looking back now, shouldn't that night elf be Kael'thas?

Although Deathwing did not understand the method by which he left the Well of Eternity and entered the Emerald Dream, this did not hinder his decision.

"Havis, I probably guessed the identity of that night elf."

Deathwing's eyes flashed with a cunning light, and he laughed softly: "But for the sake of caution, let's confirm it first... If we are sure, this will be the biggest fish..."

"His value to you and me will be very great, much greater than Malfurion..." (To be continued.