Blood Elf Prince of Warcraft

The vast snowfield came to an end, and what came into view were steep cliffs and howling winds.

This is a world with rolling mountains, covered with ice and snow all year round, and lightning raging in the gloomy sky. Its name is the Storm Peaks, where the base built by the Creator Titan is located.

Likewise, six guardians also live here.

Kael'thas stood outside and looked at the undulating cliffs. Unfortunately, there was no road leading inside.

"Ler me get through."

He could transform into a dragon and fly into the sky, but that wasn't necessary at this moment.

With a simple sentence, the power of the earth responded to him and instantly teleported him to a mountain peak within sight.

From a distance, you can also see the traces of the cold wind carving into these mountains. However, only those who actually stand on this land can understand how terrible the wind here is - it can easily throw a person off the cliff.

A place uninhabitable to mortals.

Kael'thas tightened his collar, looked out from the wind and snow, and spotted some huge figures walking in the mountains.

Vrykul, giants, and dwarves are the main inhabitants of the Storm Mountains, many of them created by the Titans and serving the six guardians.

However, these creatures that can be divided into different races are different from the mortal world in many ways. Their compositions are rarely flesh and blood, but creations like metal and rocks.

The Titans, hailed as the Creator by the world, are actually different from what mortals imagine. They do not like flesh and blood life.

Titans have come to this world at least twice. When they first came, there were no ancient gods. They used the furnace of will to create inorganic intelligent creatures. There are generally three types of dwarves (earth spirits), vrykul, and giants. The materials include Iron, ice, stone, sea, etc. allow them to live on the continent of Azeroth on their own.

After the arrival of the Old Gods, they infected the system built by the Titans and disturbed the "matrix" structure with the intention of assimilating all things to themselves, known as the Curse of Flesh.

This is how life of flesh and blood can appear.

When the Titans returned and discovered this situation, they sealed the Ancient God and left six guardians to monitor the development of the world and prevent the Ancient God from coming out.

The Storm Cliffs had the seal of the Ancient God, but Kael'thas didn't know if there was a loophole in that seal at this moment.

It is difficult for mortals to know everything that happens in this area where the guardian dragon has not set foot.

But Kael'thas remembered that almost all the guardians in the game were controlled by the ancient gods. In order to prevent the ancient gods from awakening, the players defeated them and accidentally activated the trump card left by the Titans.

That is, the Observer Algalon, who almost fabricated the message that it needed to be rebuilt and told the Titans, triggering the judgment of the creators.

However, that was decades later, and the current six guardians should not have been controlled yet.

"Take me to the place of the Ice Vrykul."

Kael'thas spoke again, and then disappeared.

Vrykul are a kind of life that are taller than mortals but smaller than giants. Ice Vrykul is one of them, and it is particularly composed of women.

Creatures of the Titans, tall women made of ice are loyal to one of the guardians left behind by the Titans - the Storm King Thorim, who is also what Kael'thas is looking for.

It was the one who accepted the control of the ancient gods later, so it was prudent to find him.

In the blink of an eye, Kael'thas appeared in the ice vrykul village, frightening some female giants who were feeding giant bears.

"Intruder!?"

The people of Storm Cliff would rarely go to the outside world to start a war, but they treated the intruders unceremoniously. In a few seconds, cold arrow spears flew from all directions.

"Bang" "Bang"

There were a few dull sounds, and the soil rose up from the ground to form a shield around Kael'thas, blocking all attacks.

"Where is your master...the spirit?"

Kael'thas didn't know what these women called Thorim, but fortunately he responded in time.

He looked directly at the woman in front of him. The woman's eyes immediately straightened and she replied stiffly:

"...Temple of Storms..."

She was intimidated.

"Temple of Storms."

Kael'thas raised his head and looked at a huge tower standing in the sky in the distance, which was the Temple of Storms.

Not far from here.

So he turned around and turned into a dragon, spread his wings and flew towards the top of the sky.

The lightning in the cold high altitude was like an electric snake flying, and the screams were jumping and flashing around him, which was thrilling and exciting.

The peak of the Temple of Storms is in the dark sea of ​​clouds. There is only a circular terrace here, and the huge guardian is sitting on his throne, wondering what he is thinking.

The arrival of the Silver Dragon attracted his attention.

Thorim stared at Kael'thas with his big eyes, and then watched him transform into the Elf Prince.

"who are you?"

he asked, his voice as steady as the sea.

"Kael'thas Sunstrider, ruler of Quel'Thalas."

Kael'thas saluted him, feeling relieved.

At least on the surface, Thorim still has a sound mind.

"Quel'Thalas?"

Thorim muttered in confusion, and then it took a long time to react:

"I remembered...that kingdom of the Highborne, but shouldn't its ruler be called Anastarian?"

"He's my father."

Kael'thas's heart became cold again.

Knowing about Anastarian and the Elf Kingdom shows that the Guardian is paying attention to the mortal world, but for so long, Thorim has not known what happened in the Elf Kingdom.

This is not normal.

"Well, is the Elf King dead?"

Thorim raised his eyebrows strangely, and then said:

"Since my wife died, I haven't had contact with outsiders for a long time. I didn't expect the world to change so fast..."

His expression was gloomy, but his tone seemed to be talking about a trivial matter.

With a loud bang, a trace of luck disappeared in Kael'thas's heart.

Now the six guardians can't help him even if they have the skills, because he knows that the ancient gods have controlled the situation.

The supreme leader of the Guardians is called Loken. In the history of the game, Loken was the first to be seduced by the Ancient God to rebel against the Titans, and set traps one by one to control other Guardians.

The death of Thorim's wife was the result of Loken's conspiracy.

Thorim left the other guardians because of the death of his wife. When he figured it out and went back, the others had been controlled by the ancient gods, and he soon reaped the same results as his companions.

At this point, the guardians have become minions of the ancient gods.

Kael'thas wanted to laugh at this moment, laughing at how ridiculous the world was and how dark the world was.

So what if we defeat Deathwing and Nightmare this time?

The Lich King, the Titan Guardians, the Ancient Gods, Sargeras...and countless threats hidden in the darkness of the world, the isolated Zerg, Azshara under the sea, etc...

This world has long been covered with wounds and countless darkness.

Time and time again, mortals emerge victorious from their struggles and then fall into new crises...

Could they be so lucky every time?

Can the world survive every time?

"Jie Jie... It seems that your struggle has failed..."

Sargeras noticed the dark thoughts welling up in Kael'thas's heart, fearing that they would reappear again:

"Don't struggle pointlessly... There is only endless evil in the universe."

"Submit to me, just like Kil'jaeden and Archimonde, and you will become my best ally."

He even changed his story and wanted to persuade Kael'thas.

But Kael'thas said nothing and turned away with a cold light in his eyes.

"Are you going?"

Thorim's voice came from behind, as emotionless as a machine.

"Well, your heart is empty...there is no value for me to stay..."

Kael'thas nodded, stood up and jumped down from the Temple of Storms.

He understands, he knows that everything is impossible...

Although Thorim's words were normal, his heart had become unable to think because of his wife's death, like a piece of glass.

Because, from the beginning to the end, Thorim did not wonder why the Elf Prince flew up to the Temple of Storms in the body of a dragon.

The guardian is already useless...

"Trash...all rubbish..."

The fierce wind blew against Kael'thas, and the cloak formed by the power of the earth was raised high, and he fell straight down.

Under the desolate sky, lightning was raging, and the giant dragon howled unwillingly.

The Silver Dragon changed its shape in mid-air, spread its wings and rose into the wind, heading for a new journey.

Hope, still looking for it.

-

Emerald Dream.

The sky above the nightmare world is covered with dark clouds, giving people a sense of darkness and depression.

Sylvanas stood on the withered grassland, like a god of death with a scythe, and countless werewolves knelt behind her with glints in their eyes.

"congratulations."

Blue arcane arrows pierced through the nightmare group, and Alleria flew over lightly with the Wrath of the Stars, congratulating Sylvanas with a joyful face.

The Queen of the Undead successfully subdued the werewolves, and their power was once again enhanced.

But Sylvanas stretched out her hand silently, and the stone that showed the direction of fate trembled in her palm, and the blood almost covered it.

History has neither been purified nor darkened...

What it is heading towards now is death.

"Why is this..."

Alleria felt disappointed.

"..."

Sylvanas closed her palms silently.

"Let's go, these werewolves will take us to find the Nightmare King!"

She frowned and felt the pain in her palms, then she spoke loudly and stepped forward to greet Thrall and others who were coming from the rotten land.

"I will change everything..."

Sylvanas swore in a low voice as she passed by Alleria.

She never broke her promise easily in her life.

-

On the other side, the coast of Kalimdor.

"elder brother..."

Kalia touched the writing on the reef and cried softly.

There is only one sentence above:

'Kalia...if I am still alive, please come and save me...but if I become a devil, don't forget to draw your sword...'

'Because what I like... is you like that...' RS