"Your Royal Highness, on behalf of His Majesty Terenus of Lordaeron, I regret the calamity that has befallen you and your people, and His Majesty has asked me to inform you that the Stratholm region can be divided into a piece of land for your people to recuperate, and Lordaeron will provide you with the necessary supplies."

"Your Royal Highness, Gilneth is also in the midst of the disaster, His Majesty Greymane understands your current situation, and we are very happy to welcome you and your nationals to move to Gilneth if you wish."

"Your Royal Highness..."

In the southeast corner of Quel'Thalas's fortress of Dessom, Prince Kael'thas wearily sent off waves of envoys who came to offer condolences, and everything that happened in Quel'Thalas in one day has spread throughout the human empire, and these envoys have brought the kings' heartless greetings, and they are all about inquiring about the next move of the High Elves.

Clearly, news of the undead had also appeared in Quel'Thalas, tugging at one of the most sensitive strings in the hearts of the kings, who were desperate to know what the High Elves were going to do with what they were going to do.

No one wants the High Elves to abandon their homeland like that, and from a selfish and cruel point of view, it seems like the best option for everyone to keep the elves in Quel'Thalas and keep the undead from the south for the Human Empire.

And the High Elves are capable of doing all of this... It is not an exaggeration to say that although the Lich King's legions destroyed most of Silvermoon City, and although Tyrion seized the opportunity to destroy the Sunwell, in addition to the thousands of civilians who died on the night when the Blood Lord Mother went mad, and the casualties of the attack and defense of Silvermoon City, the High Elves lost one-tenth of the population.

The casualties of the entire Quel'Thalas have been called severe, but they have retained a relatively complete military force, before the disaster, the Sun King mobilized most of the country's army to the southern forest, to prevent the undead in the southern Xinjiang from going crazy, this move unexpectedly saved Quel'Thalas's military force, when the undead invaded Silvermoon City, the army was desperately rushing back, and when the wrath of nature broke out, the army escorted the people away from the battlefield.

At present, the nearly 1.4 million population of Silvermoon City has been temporarily placed in the relatively safe area where the southern forest and Stratholme meet, while the undamaged Legion of the Far Wanderers and the Firewing Mage Regiment are placed on the southern forest defense line, as long as the undead scourge around the northeastern coast of Quel'Salas does not continue to move south, the elves are not too dangerous for the time being.

It can be said that this time the undead defeated Quel'Thalas, and the damage was much smaller than the original battle in history.

But this was definitely not enough to make Prince Kael'thas feel relaxed, in fact, the prince's current state of mind was almost broken, and he lost almost everything overnight.

"Your Royal Highness, are you alright?"

The prince's chamberlain, Lannather, walked into Kael'thas with a cup of hot tea, Dessom's fortress was naturally not as grand as Silvermoon City, but the administrator of the place had done the best he could for the room where the prince was staying, but at this time, at this time, in the cool night, the house seemed very quiet.

The prince sat alone in the chair, he didn't turn on the light, causing the room to be dark, and Lannacel could faintly see a silhouette, her prince was sitting on the chair tiredly, holding his forehead with his left hand, trying to bury his whole body in the darkness, the frustration, the depression, the pain, the loss that Lannacer had never seen in the prince.

It was as if he had changed from a man who owned everything, to an owner who had nothing.

This made Lannacel feel distressed.

She walked slowly into the room, placed the hot tea on the table, and then walked over to the prince, reached out and gently hugged Kael'thas and placed his face on her abdomen, feeling the coldness of the tips of her fingers as her fingers touched the prince's cheek.

He cried... Silent tears flowed freely on her handsome cheeks.

Kael'thas . The Sunchaser, this man who was so proud that he did not want to bow to the whole world, sat alone in the darkness at this moment, alone with tears, this darkness was like his curtain, even in endless pain, he was not willing to let the whole world see his weakness.

"Your Highness..."

Lannathor's voice also became mournful, she also lost her loved ones when Silvermoon City was destroyed, she could understand the pain and helplessness in Kael'thas heart, and after a moment, she crouched down and buried her face in the prince's shoulder, and the two poor men hugged each other, letting the tears cross each other's faces.

"I'm nothing, Lannather... I have nothing left, they ruined everything for me... Why? Why Us? We're clear..."

Kael'thas's deep voice made Lannather's heart ache even more, and she strengthened her hands, and held the prince tightly in her arms, and she whispered:

"No, Your Highness, no, you will never walk alone..."

"You and me... You and your people, all the High Elves loyal to the Sunstrider family, all of you, we will follow you, no matter where you take us. ”

The true feelings of the fragile time are more and more precious, and Lannasser's voice also made Kael'thas feel a little warm in his painful heart, and for the first time he took the initiative to respond to Lannasser's feelings, he hugged her body, and he whispered:

"We don't have a home anymore... Lanna Cel, our home... Ruined. ”

"Then we'll build another home! With our hands! ”

Lannathel gritted her teeth and said:

"The High Elves will not succumb to disaster, and with you, sooner or later there will be a second Quel'Thalas, the Quel'Thalas who will never fall."

"Bang Bang Bang"

Just as Lanather said this, a low burst of applause suddenly rang out in the corner of the room, much to the surprise of Kael'thas and Lanather, the fortress should have been the safest place on earth at a time when the entire Quel'Thalas's military forces were concentrated near Dessom, but now... There was a person they hadn't noticed hiding next to them.

The High Elf Prince pushed Lannacer away, two flames jumped in his hands, he took a step forward, blocking Lannacel's side, the flames beating in his palm lit up the dark room, and at this moment, the figure of the strange intruder appeared in front of him.

And when they saw him, whether it was Lannather, who wanted to warn, or Prince Kael'thas himself, they all showed a dull expression.

Because what stood before them was a man who should have died, a ghost.

Salorian. Morning seeker... His Majesty Anastarian's most loyal chief of guard, the royal general who died on the front lines of the night the Blood Lord went mad, the elder of Lannaser, the warrior of Quel'Thalas... Once a warrior.

The current Salorian is a different person entirely.

He was still wearing the melted silver armor, which did not seem very coordinated, and the face that should have been old had regained its youth, and the long white hair brushed against his shoulders, he seemed to be still the same size, but only the eyes, shining in the firelight, were the color of blood.

In this environment, it is somewhat chilling.

"As a descendant of the Morning Seeker family, Lannather, I am glad that even after a disaster, your will is as strong as a blade."

Salorian ignored the vigilant attitude of the two in front of him, he first praised his junior's will not to succumb to disaster, and then he set his eyes on Kael'thas.

"Put down your magic, Your Highness, you have grown up under my watchful eye, I taught you to wield a sword for the first time, and I have witnessed all the time you have been a prince, I am not here to be hostile to you today, I am just here to deliver a message... Also, you're disappointing, Kael'thas, and you're disappointed by a lot of people who are silently following you. ”

The meaningful words of the Salori security made Kael'thas stunned, but Lanather, who was behind the prince, did not let down her guard, and she asked in a shrill voice:

"Even though you used to be my elder, but now, Salorian, tell me, have you become a monster? Also, how did you get past those warnings and get here? ”

"I... Maybe it's already a monster. ”

The Morning Seeker General made no secret of his anomaly, he raised his finger, a blood-colored halo wrapped around his fingertips, this action made Lanather raise his wand again, but the next moment, Salorian returned to her question very bluntly.

"The entire defense system of Quel'Thalas has not changed for thousands of years, and it is not difficult for someone like me who knows it very well to avoid the detection guards and the patrolling ranger mages, and besides, the darkness has given me new powers..."

The conversation between the two fell silent, and Lannathel quietly looked at the prince beside him, who looked at Salein in silence, and after a moment he asked in a hoarse voice:

"You just said... A lot of people are following me, I just want to know, General Salorian... Who are you loyal to now? My father, my father... In the end, does he have..."

"What news do you expect from me?"

The Morning Seeker replied to the question:

"Would you be relieved if I told you that Your Majesty did not die? If we told you that he died on the island of Queldanus, would you feel hopeless because of it? ”

"The time for recourse to others is over, my prince... The man who sheltered you from the wind and rain and did his best to pave the way for you is gone, accept this reality, and from today onwards, the fate of the whole Quel'Salas, the whole race, will be yours, Kael'thas. The sun chasers shoulder their shoulders. ”

"This will be a heavy mission, a fearsome future, the High Elves have been dragged down from the top of civilization, and you will lead a group of homeless people to survive in the difficult crevices, this will be the most terrible test you will face, but... But some people hope that you and the people behind you will not stop, move forward bravely, and throw away everything in the past! ”

"Whether it's joy or sadness... There is no time to look back, Your Royal Highness, it's time to set off. ”

"Knort"

A dark red magic sword was inserted in front of Kael'thas's eyes, and the unique shape of the sword, like glass burned by flames, was stained with black burning marks on the outside of the sword, making it look gray and not luxurious at all.

But anyone who can see its preciousness will know that this is a sharp blade that the world contains, and the meaning it carries has long gone beyond the weapon itself.

"It's... It's..."

Lannather's eyes were fixed on the magic longsword that was stuck upside down on the floor, and she wanted to say the name of the sword, but before she could say it, Salorian reached out and stopped her junior.

General Sarein stared at the prince in front of him, and he saw the blankness in Kael'thas eyes, like a child at a fork in the road at a fork in the road, not knowing where to go.

"Pick it up, Kael'thas, it's your fate, a forgotten man told me to tell you, you're too weak, you have to get stronger, not only strength, but also will, you were born to sit on the throne of the High Elf King, but to carry the expectations of the people, that crown, is heavier than you think..."

"So, he's not dead?"

Kael'thas looked up at the Morning Seekers, the longing gaze that made Salein shake his head:

"I won't tell you the answer, all I can say is that we will watch your future in the dark, and when you are qualified and capable to know the truth, we will wait for you... Until then, draw that sword and become the new king in the hearts of the people! Inspire their fighting spirit and courage..."

"If you want to be great... Then you have to make a sacrifice, it's cruel, it's cruel for anyone, but it's the rule of the adult world, I don't know how long it will take you to erase the sadness in your heart and get back on your feet, but we, we can only give you one night..."

"At the moment when the sun rises tomorrow, by you, by the Sun King Kael'thas. The High Elves of the Sunseeker Commander... Will join this war of honor and survival! ”

"Kael'thas. Ask yourself, day chaser... Are you ready? ”

Salorian's figure turned into a blood-colored shadow in the darkness, slowly dissipating into the cold night, and at the moment he disappeared, in Lannaser's ears, the voice of the elder also quietly sounded:

"You want to stand behind Kael'thas ? No... Lannathel, you should stand in his shadow, he has his way, the path to greatness, and your way, too, is close at hand, as the holder of the Elder Dragonforge Blade, I declare, you will take Queldra, but before you can really wield the Dragonforge Blade, you must prove yourself to it..."

"Good luck, my junior, good luck ... Shadow of the Sun..."