Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

Kael'thas was a little strange at this moment.

The feeling he gave Kalia was a little strange, a little scary.

"elder brother!"

But she still couldn't bear the joy and got up and ran over to break the silent atmosphere of the other party. The world seemed to stop and start moving, and the sound of the waves started again.

"Great, you're safe..."

Kalia finally let go of her worries when she saw that there were no traces of battle on Kael'thas' body.

She discovered the pitch-black cloak, but was only puzzled by its length and did not think of its deeper meaning.

"Well, I'm fine. I escaped after you left."

Kael'thas told lies casually, and the color in his eyes became much gentler.

After all, the underground experience was a dream, inferior to the complete personal experience in this world. His long-dormant feelings began to recover rapidly.

"Kalia..."

Kael'thas turned his attention from Ashbringer and wanted to ask Kallia for a favor.

"Brother, I caught it this time..."

However, Kalia's actions stopped his words. The woman wrapped her hands around Kael'thas's waist and buried her head in his chest.

Her height is just right for this action.

The scent of unknown flowers wafted from Kalia's hair and overflowed into Kael'thas's nose.

This is a very fresh and very warming scent.

"I won't let you leave without saying goodbye again."

The words in a hoarse voice show the fragile heart of a woman who pretends to be strong.

In the Emerald Dream, Kalia made great efforts and even swore to herself that she would never miss a confession again.

However, in the end, Kael'thas' departure completely poured a basin of ice-cold water on her.

It’s like this every time, every time!

The first encounter in Quel'Thalas, the short knight's journey, the tragic orc war, the sad demon invasion...

It hasn’t changed since childhood.

Kalia suddenly discovered that no matter what actions she made, there was only one final result, and that was separation.

Over the past ten years, separation has been like a curse, driving the distance between the two of them farther and farther.

How many decades are there in life?

"Brother...I have...no youth anymore..."

Kalia hugged Kael'thas tightly, not even daring to raise her head:

"I don't want to wait any longer."

She couldn't wait any longer...

Kaliya's becoming a knight or a king is not a result she waits for, but she strives for it with all her strength.

Waiting doesn’t bring results – that’s the truth.

"Do you love me?"

Kael'thas's words were like the crashing waves on the shore.

"..."

Kalia raised her head in shock, the fog in her eyes not dissipating yet - this was the first time she heard Kael'thas ask such a calm and straightforward question.

Maybe he had asked similar questions before, but the feeling was completely different.

Kalia's body trembled and her mind seemed to pause. The woman's intuition made her aware of the possibility.

"Love...I love...I love you more than anyone else!"

She grabbed Kael'thas's clothes and looked at him, her voice rising a little with excitement.

There is no need to ask this question at all.

Kael'thas felt like a fool for a moment, but felt that this was a necessary question.

He took a breath of the sea breeze, stretched out his arms and hugged Kalia, this time more tenderly than before.

"Kalia, I want you to do me a favor."

However, unexpectedly, he did not respond to Kalia immediately.

"Well, I promise."

Kalia was lost in his arms. Although she was a little disappointed, she agreed without even asking.

At this time, even if Kael'thas asked her to betray the world, she would still do it.

But Kael'thas didn't need her to betray the world.

"I want you to pick up the Ashbringer and stab it into my body..."

He said something surprising again.

Kalia stiffened.

"What did you say?"

She felt that she must have heard wrongly.

"There is a dark monster inside me..."

Kael'thas continued to explain:

"I thought the Ashbringer might be able to drive it away."

He had discovered the darkness within himself, and it had merged with his soul.

The Ashbringer, who is said to be able to expel all darkness, is now Kael'thas's hope to save himself. He does not want to be swallowed by darkness.

Even if the Silver Dragon's body dies, it doesn't matter. What matters is that his soul must be purified.

However, even though Kael'thas told Kallia the truth and promised to live without this body, she still couldn't take action.

"no, do not want!"

She even broke away from Kael'thas and took a few steps back with the Ashbringer:

"I don't want to do anything to you, you will die!"

As the master of the Ashbringer, she understands the power of this sword better than anyone else.

As a symbol of justice and light, Ashbringer restrains various dark forces, but its essence as a weapon has not changed.

In other words, Ashbringer can also kill good lives and souls.

Use it to attack Kael'thas, and the result may be that the kind soul will be wiped out as well.

"Brother, let's go find the guardian dragons. They will help you!"

Kalia had a flash of inspiration and immediately thought of a solution.

But Kael'thas shook his head.

"They can't help me."

No one understands the power of the guardian dragons better than the Silver Dragon. He has already tried it. The power of the guardian dragons can only temporarily protect his soul, but cannot expel the darkness.

In fact, he is now in the shelter of the earth, and the cloak is an external expression.

The darkness deep in Kael'thas's soul was already stronger than he imagined when he discovered it. What's more serious is that Kael'thas himself has no way to fight it.

That darkness is closely related to him, and the soul's self-preservation mechanism prevents him from attacking himself.

"Kalia, I'm sorry."

Kael'thas' figure suddenly disappeared and appeared in front of Kalia out of thin air, reaching out to suppress her.

"I want to kiss you."

His words made Kalia forget her struggle for a moment, and she stared blankly at Kael'thas' face slowly approaching.

Some cold lips pressed heavily, followed by intertwining and chasing tongues. Kalia was soon lost in the sensuality, and she didn't even notice that a stream of blood was quietly passed to her mouth. inside.

That is the blood of the Silver Dragon. Even if it cannot completely control people other than the dragon family, Kael'thas can use it to instruct Kallia to launch several attacks.

——You want to control her to eliminate the darkness? ——

——Innocent idea, I give you a gift——

In the darkness and depth, a voice he had never heard before suddenly sounded in Kael'thas's heart, followed by a complete explosion of silver blood.

The male's desire was stronger than ever. In Kael'thas' sight, Kalia's armor and clothes began to fade. A thin layer of silk covered her snow-white plump body, and her moving curves were looming.

"elder brother..."

Not only him, but also Kalia, who had absorbed his blood, became excited and excited.

Her hoarse voice was like the final fuse, instantly burning away Kael'thas's sanity.

He hugged Kalia again and started kissing passionately, and the battle between men and women was about to break out.

The icy sea waves beat against the shore rhythmically with a "swish" sound, covering up the small sound of the Ashbringer and his armor falling, and the night gradually became darker.

The rock kept shaking, causing the clothes on one side to beat.

again and again.

A tearful moan sounded, and Kalia lay on the ground with her fat round butt raised high, her legs sometimes raised up and down, sometimes separated left and right, and her toes stretched straight.

Her beauty feels so coquettish at this time.

However... Kael'thas only felt despair.

When the storm calmed down and Kalia slept on the side tiredly, Kael'thas stroked her head and asked coldly in his heart:

"who are you?"

"Sargeras."

A very bland answer may not be enough to show the majesty of this name.

Sargeras, the lord of demons, the one who burns everything.

Legend has it that Aegwynn, the most powerful human guardian ever, killed Sargeras alone and buried him in the sea, but this is something only a fool would believe.

Medivh in the back caused disaster precisely because of Sargeras' possession, and he could not get rid of it until his death.

Yet no one thought Sargeras was dead.

Kael'thas also never doubted Sargeras' survival, but he couldn't figure out why Sargeras was in his soul.

"Jie Jie...I have been watching from the beginning."

Seemingly seeing through Kael'thas's thoughts, Sargeras laughed lowly:

"The endless void is the world of demons. Who do you think protected you when you came into this world?"

"Who do you think helped you win that bet?"

Before Kael'thas came to this world, Sargeras had already planted the seeds of darkness in him, and they have been hidden to this day.

He quietly protected the soul that fell into this world, and secretly killed the original Lor'themar at a huge cost to avoid detection.

Everything now is a trap set by Sargeras long ago.

"wrong..."

Kael'thas is not stupid, so he will not be easily fooled:

"If you are in my soul, Nozdormu cannot possibly not notice it at all, and there is also Medivh..."

If Sargeras stayed in his soul, who possessed Medivh to cause all the disasters?

Moreover...

If Sargeras was in Kael'thas's soul from the beginning, why didn't he just steal Kael'thas' body and the Sunwell when he reshaped the Sunwell?

None of this makes sense.

"It's me who possesses Medivh...and what I planted in your soul is just the seed of darkness. It will not be discovered by anyone."

"Remember the Dragon King's Glaive? It's the key to making the seeds appear..."

Sargeras' suggestion made Kael'thas stunned.

A wave of cold air surged up instantly. The Dragon King's Blade used the power of the guardian dragon, but it was created by the devil.

"That's when you..."

Kael'thas understood.

The moment he accepted the fragment of the Dragon King's Glaive, time was shattered and Nozdormu's surveillance became ineffective.

Sargeras had planned it from the beginning. Even if Kael'thas didn't look for it, the fragments of the Dragon King's Blade would eventually reach his hands.

"It's too late... Your soul has been integrated with the seeds I planted. You have only two choices, digest it or wait for me to devour it."

In another timeline, Kael'thas chose to digest...

However, digestion also represents degradation. RS