When Kael'thas rode his pure white chocobo and entered the area governed by the Eastern Temple, the sight in front of him made him stand on the spot like a statue.
The ruins left behind after Bandinorel was violently blasted to pieces are still looming in the sky in the eastern part of Eversong Forest. Rune fragments symbolizing arcane power float in the sky, indicating the terrible disaster that occurred here.
There are electric arcs beating in the clouds. The power erupted from the Eastern Temple breaks through and scatters the clouds in the sky. However, the vacuum area formed is quickly compressed by the atmospheric pressure. The high-density clouds and residual arcane energy are in the sky. They gather to form a continuous arcane cloud, and the energy in this cloud is gathering the surrounding atmosphere. I am afraid that it won't be long before half of the Yonge Forest is shrouded in clouds.
Only the remains of the Eastern Temple are left. Many guards from Silvermoon City are carrying out emergency repair work in the ruins. A large number of mages have arrived from Silvermoon City and set up a temporary camp next to the remains of the Eastern Temple. Try to repair the broken magic network pipeline.
There were many refugees fleeing on the surrounding roads. The erupting magic tide almost drained most of the magic power in the pipeline, and the fragmentation of the magic network made the Yonge Forest in the east almost become a forbidden magic zone. The magic power here is difficult to gather. Compared with the rich magic power covered by the previous barriers and magic nets, it is simply negligible.
The elven civilians living in this area suffered such an unreasonable disaster and were migrating to a safe place with the help of Kael'thas's men.
In the team evacuating the refugees, Kael'thas saw a familiar figure from behind. He waved to stop a few of his cronies who wanted to follow him, and walked forward alone.
"General Windrunner..."
Sylvanas, who was talking to the refugees and comforting them, heard this voice and subconsciously tensed up, but soon relaxed again. The ranger general turned around and showed a very forced smile.
"I am no longer the Ranger General of Silver Moon City. Your Majesty the Sun King, I am just an ordinary elf who was exiled."
Kael'thas' long golden hair that was as dazzling as the sun was blowing in the wind, but the new Sun King did not feel the slightest joy in meeting his old friend. "It was me... who failed the people of Quel'Thalas. You and I--"
His words were interrupted by Sylvanas's gesture. The Elf Ranger smoothed a strand of hair beside his ear, with a bitter look on his face, "Your Majesty, you are already the Sun King."
Yes, I still retain the habits of a prince, but I have forgotten that a true king can no longer take the blame on himself so easily...
Kael'thas had mixed feelings in his heart. He had always felt that he was not ready to become the Sun King, but his father's death in battle and the drastic changes in the parliament forced him to resist this responsibility.
He originally thought that Quel'dorei's problem was in Silvermoon City, inside the Sunchaser Court, among the decadent Silvermoon Parliament, but now he discovered that things were far more complicated than he imagined. The biggest problem they faced was actually placed in front of them early.
——"The Well of the Sun"
This word, which was once regarded as the glory of Quel'dorei civilization, seemed extremely heavy to Kael'thas now.
The elves made their own civilization rise on the ruins of the Amani Empire. For nearly ten thousand years, they used the power of the Sunwell to transform the mountains, forests and lakes, and built a civilization on the territory of Quel'Thalas. Another magical miracle.
But now it turns out...
While Kael'thas was stunned, Sylvanas saw Nathanos who was greeting her. She made some determination and said goodbye to Kael'thas.
"You're here, and it's time for me to go, Your Majesty, 'na (may the sun guide us)."
After that, the elf ranger put on his linen hood, walked vigorously against the crowd, and disappeared into the vast sea of people.
"Aren't you going to persuade her?"
"How can I persuade you - Arthas, you are here... Sylvanas came with you, right... Where is Dar'Kan?" Before Kael'thas could say his words of reluctance, he heard Alsace. Sass's voice.
"Oh," Arthas pointed to the ruins of the Eastern Temple aside, "He was originally in that place. My people went to see it, but there were no bones left."
"But the price is too high... Darkan exchanged his own life for the lives of countless innocent people and warriors who defended their homeland. I should have killed him long ago." Kael'thas clenched his iron fist tightly, surrounding the people behind him. The three magic balls trembled violently.
Arthas did not agree with Kael'thas's point of view. "You still don't understand. Dar'Khan is just a pawn. The real cause of all this is the Burning Legion. Their goal is also very simple, which is your well."
After saying that, Arthas threw out a pair of wrist guards made of fel alloy. Looking at the wrist guards that fell to his feet, Kael'thas frowned and picked up one of them with magic power.
"This is... the bracer of Nathrezim?" Kael'thas recognized several twisted demonic characters. The classics of Silvermoon City and Dalaran have records of this demon. It has always been known as Kael'thas, who considers himself a top student, naturally has dabbled in everything.
"Yes, a high-ranking officer of the Burning Legion can be said to be a direct subordinate of Kil'jaeden. We also killed an Abyss Lord in the mountains on the border of Quel'Thalas. You should be in the battle of Mount Hyjal. Having seen those monsters, the Burning Legion paid a heavy price for this operation."
Arthas also didn't expect that in addition to Brutalus, there was also a Dread Lord who also came to Quel'Thalas. He always felt that the number of remaining Torvasa trolls was a little small. He originally thought that there were He was hidden in the dark by Darkan and prepared to harass Quel'Thalas. Only now did he realize that all those unlucky ones were sacrificed by Darkan in exchange for the arrival of two high-level demons.
An entire city of trolls was sacrificed, in exchange for severely injuring four dragons and destroying a quarter of Quel'Thalas. This fight was obviously from Azeroth's side. At an absolute disadvantage.
There are countless officers like Sasovar and Brutalus in the Burning Legion, but even the entire dragon clan cannot capture many elite dragons like Krasus.
What's more, the Twisting Nether's recovery of demon souls is so frightening that even Arthas didn't rush to intercept Brutalus' soul before it escaped. After all, he wanted to firmly stop the demon's soul during the explosion, and Saving Sylvanas at the same time is not an easy task.
So Arthas, as usual, had some tricks on Brutalus's soul. If he dared to appear in Azeroth next time, it would be a one-way trip with no return.
However, in addition to these evil demons, Kael'thas and the high elves also faced a more pressing problem.
"The three envoys sent by the dragons to investigate the situation were all injured to varying degrees. Except for the blue dragon named Matigosa, the other two were also seriously injured, especially the test of the Red Dragon Legion. Lestraz, he was unfortunately captured and controlled by the Dread Lord during the battle, and he is still seriously injured and in a coma."
Arthas recalled how embarrassed they were when he saw those dragons. It was hard for him to believe that this was a four-on-two battle. Onyxia also felt that her face was dishonored, and Turani's treatment was hasty. Afterwards, he flew away alone and returned to Blackstone Mountain to lick his wounds. Now Kalecgos, Martigosa, and the unconscious Krasus were left behind.
"You mean...the dragons will come to trouble Quel'dorei?" Kael'thas looked ugly. Quel'dorei's current situation is already difficult enough. If the dragon army comes and steps on it at this time, Feet, there may really be no place for them on the entire continent.
"No, it's already here." Alsace looked quite helpless. Although he had known that such a day would come, he didn't expect that it would come so unprepared. "When the three dragon envoys were seriously injured, they I reported the situation to the Dragon Legion and requested assistance. According to reliable information, Spellweaver Malygos, one of the guardian dragons, was furious and decided to come to you, the Sun King, in person to ask for an explanation."
Kael'thas' expression became uglier the more he listened to Arthas' words. Although he had never seen the Aspect Dragon with his own eyes, he knew what level of existence it was. The ruins of the battle outside Grim Batol were still there. Woolen cloth.
Arthas held his hands in his arms and looked at the crowds of refugees. "I will stay a little longer to act as a buffer against the conflict between the elves and the dragons. But to be honest, if the fundamental problem is not solved, it will be difficult for you." With the forgiveness of the dragons, Bandinorel is now broken, and the Sunwell is exposed unprepared, and the tide of magic surging in it shines like a beacon even in the entire universe."
"You know it's impossible for Quel'dorei to abandon the Sunwell." Kael'thas recalled what Arthas had said to him, "This is not greed or selfishness, but if we abandon the Sunwell, Well, then our civilization is about to end, and the fate of Quel'dorei is linked to the Sunwell!"
"Relax, Kael, of course I know this." Arthas comforted Kael'thas, "But you really need to find a way out, at least to leave a way out for your people. If one day Things have truly reached the point of no return and you need an alternative that can save the fire."
"I won't let that day come, neither the Burning Legion nor the Aspect Dragon!" Kael'thas said paranoidly. Even though he understood Arthas's good intentions, the Sunwell was to Quill. Doré's importance and specialness were too much for him to accept.
"Kyle!" Arthas raised his voice and stepped in front of Kael'thas, so close that he was almost face to face with him. "Have you forgotten the destruction of the Kaldorei Empire? The Well of Eternity is far bigger than the sun. The Well is powerful. Have you forgotten what happened to the ancient empire that sat on the Well of Eternity? Are you more powerful than Azshara?! Don't tell me that Dath'Remar didn't tell you this!"
Kael'thas was speechless for a moment, and he was about to retort.
"Don't let your people disappoint you, Kael'thas Sunstrider," Arthas warned loudly. "The disaster in the Eastern Temple is a warning. You are not a stupid person, Kael'thas, you should not Do stupid things... If you want to know the truth and the solution to everything, come to me alone tonight and I will wait for you.”
At the end of the sentence, Alsace's voice was almost too low to be heard. Only Kael'thas in front of him knew what Alsace said. He looked at Alsace's leaving back with complicated eyes, not knowing what to do. What choice to make.
The Astromancer walked to the Sun King with her staff in hand. She looked at the master she served with some worry, "Master, are you okay?"
Kael'thas came back to his senses and waved his hand, "Go and mobilize manpower to settle the refugees. Give the mages some time to repair the accident site. Bandinorel has not been completely broken. At least we must ensure that the remaining barriers are not affected. Influence."
Solanlian was about to leave after accepting the order, but was stopped by Kael'thas.
"Find a way to contact Telesta for me - although I don't know if she will receive my message." The Sun King's smile was a little bitter. When was the last time he saw his mentor...?
He didn't know how the mentor in his impression, who was always serious and had strict requirements on himself, would view him now. Maybe she would be very disappointed...
…
Northrend, the Nexus
Archmage Telesta was pacing back and forth anxiously in the hall. Next to her stood a fellow mage from the Kirin Tor, his name was Elom.
Elom advised his colleague, "Teresta, you should stay rational. Being anxious now will not solve any problems."
"Sanity? I have tried my best to stay sane!" Telesta could not listen to Elom's words at all. "My compatriots are facing huge threats, but the Spellweaver did not respond to my appeal! Eregou That guy Si only knows how to pretend to be dead, and all my news is completely lost!"
"If it doesn't work, go back to Dalaran first, and then quickly return to Quel'Thalas. You won't be able to wait for the results if you stay here. Your people need you more now." Elom suggested, "Weaving He's probably headed to Quel'Thalas, you know what I mean."
"Can the Kirin Tor provide me and the Quel'dorei with some help?" Teresa frowned, even holding up her right hand regardless of etiquette, putting her thumb into her mouth, biting her nails irritably, "I have to get back to Dara. Laran, at least I can still find Ken—"
"I don't think the Kirin Tor will get involved in this matter." Elom explained helplessly. "Do you think Antonidas will sacrifice all of Dalaran to resist the wrath of the Spellweaver?"
Telesta was speechless. Any mage who had ever had a relationship with Antonidas would understand Antonidas's style. He was the most rigid type. He handled everything in the safest way. Instead of letting him do what he did. It's a risky choice, so why not try to persuade all the other people in the six-member council.
But with the current situation, I am afraid that other members of the six-person council will not agree. If nothing else happens, Quel'Thalas will soon face Malygos's wrath.
Theresa was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. She was the only person among the high elves who could talk to the dragon. If she couldn't convey her words to Malygos, then Malygos would Si will not listen to Kael'thas's excuse.
In order to pursue the secrets of magic, during her absence from Quel'Thalas, many changes occurred in her hometown. However, before that, it was all disputes between the Sunstrider family and other nobles in Silvermoon City, and Telesta had no intention of getting involved. , although she is regarded as Kael'thas's nominal mentor, most of the time it was the previous Sun King Anasteria who taught Kael'thas.
But the current situation is not that the Sunstrider family and the Silver Moon Council are facing each other tit for tat, but that the entire Queldorei civilization is threatened, and the Spellweaver stubbornly believes that——
"Is Archmage Teresita here?"
"I am, the sun is up, Spellweaver finally - who are you?" Teresta thought it was Spellweaver's herald who replied, but she found that the person who came was not any blue dragon she knew.
The other party maintains the form of a high elf. Her body looks simple, but in fact it is embroidered with mysterious runes and embroidered robes outline her perfect figure. Her long blue hair is casually scattered on her shoulders, which is very trendy. Wavy hairstyle.
"My name is Stellagosa. Lord Malygos asked me to take you to see him."
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