"Both the Far Wanderer and the Firewing Legion have begun to fortify in the south of Quel'Thalas, and the two human legions have also begun to approach the Stratholme region, and with the local army in the Stratholme region, the military strength maintained in the northern part of the northern frontier is no weaker than that of the Arathi Highlands."

"Although the motherland's military mobilization is a little abrupt in the human camp, the news of the capture of the Blood Lord Mother Aurelia has spread throughout the upper echelons of the human empire, and many generals regard it as an important weight to turn the tide of the current war, it is said that the Council of Six has sent people to the motherland, and judging from the current situation, the motherland will not be in danger in a short time."

Archmage Lannather, who had returned from Quel'Salas to Dalaran, was still as graceful as before, and the embarrassment of fleeing in the moonlit night in the forest of Quel'Thalas had long since disappeared, and she stood in Prince Kael'thas's mage tower, telling a worried prince about her experiences over the past three days.

"There hasn't been much movement on the undead's side either, but we can be sure that the King of the Dark Blade must have known the news that his wife had fallen into our hands, and the Sun King is worried about the cruel revenge from the future of the Dark Blade, and he will not let you return to Quel'Salas at this time, it must be to protect you."

Lannathel looked at His Royal Highness the prince to whom she was loyal with affection, and she comforted Kael'thas softly, the prince of the Sunseeker family, the future Sun King is the perfect representative in the hearts of every High Elf, he is not arrogant, he has an easy-going personality, treats every citizen as if he were his own relatives, has enough excellent vision, and at the same time has enough responsibility.

From the time of the prince's coming of age hundreds of years ago to the present, although Prince Kael'thas has not been involved in the political world of Quel'Thalas too much to protect his father's majesty, a considerable part of the royal party has already turned to Kel'thas, which shows that after the abdication of His Majesty Anastarian in the future, Prince Kael'thas will inevitably become a wise king of Quel'Thalas.

And the reign of His Royal Highness the Prince, like his father, will last for a full 3,000 years.

All kinds of excellent qualities are combined, so that Kael'thas has a special charm, to put it simply, any woman who sees His Royal Highness the Prince, can not help but imagine her posture by the prince's side, which leads to a long time, but where Kael'thas appears, there will be a lot of gossip, but everyone knows that most of those gossips are fabricated by admirers out of thin air.

The prince was a very modest gentleman who paid great attention to personal qualities, and so far there was a little bit of a real thing, that is, a small ambiguity between him and his attendant, yes, the lady in front of him, who was in every way a perfect woman.

"I can understand my father's protection of me, but I've heard about the tragedy of Corona Village and Taquilin, and the death of the Morning Seekers... None of this should have happened. ”

Prince Kael'thas leaned back in his chair and said with some tiredness:

"To this day, I still think that my father's decision was too hasty, and although there may have been some political factors involved, it seems to me that it is very unseemly to capture the blood of the Mother of the Blood, in order to achieve the advantage of the Empire and the Kingdom Front... What if we did force Tyrion to back down? Can we trap the Blood Mother for the rest of our lives? ”

"Once she leaves the land, the undead's resurgence will only be more terrifying, and from the perspective of the Blood Master, the lethality she shows is already extremely terrifying, and trapping her in the Sunwell is not a perfect choice, once she gets out of control, I'm afraid the entire Silvermoon City will fall apart in an instant, and finally, from my personal feelings, I don't want to treat the past heroes like this... Can you understand me? ”

"Of course, you're always so kind."

Lannathel looked left and right, and after making sure that no one was disturbing, she stepped forward, leaned against the prince, and reached out ambiguously, caressing the prince's cheek, and for this intimate act, Prince Kael'thas did not resist.

"Your Highness, we can do these unseemly things, you just need to wait quietly and wait for the news that we have won for you, and your hands should not be stained with blood."

"The King's Party now has an oppressive advantage over Parliament, and the Sun King just wants to clear all obstacles for you when you ascend the throne... You have to understand your father, as you said, that the capture of the Blood Mother is not just for the sake of the overall situation of the war. ”

"Alas... Politics..."

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Far away in Quel'Thalas, the magical district of Silvermoon City, on the edge of the city, there is a mana cage, which is specially used to hold criminal mages, and the High Elves have set up the tightest defense here, and there are always lawbreakers belonging to the royal family patrolling here.

Although it is not as strong as the mana cage under the sunwell, there are only a handful of criminals who have escaped from it in the past few years.

Former member of the Silver Moon Parliament, who was convicted of treason 3 days ago. Dra Heel was imprisoned here.

From the perspective of the citizens, at the most critical moment, they abandoned their mission and fled back to Silvermoon City in embarrassment, leading to Salorian. The death of the Morning Seekers led to the loss of thousands of elves' lives, and the catastrophic consequences of Darkan's conviction for treason were definitely deserved, but not everyone saw it that way.

Especially for the Sun King to take the opportunity to make trouble, using Archmage Romans as an excuse to forcibly take over the Silver Moon Council, this matter is definitely not so simple for the councilors, and many councilors even think that Darkan is just a victim of the political conspiracy of the old Sun King.

Therefore, after Darkan was imprisoned, many indignant parliamentarians came to see him, and some of them had deep personal relationships and secretly brought him some "contraband".

It should be noted that Quel'Thalas's mana cage is a specially designed forbidden device, which is designed to hold powerful magicians, so after the cage is closed, the magic inside the cage and the outside magic line are directly cut, that is, the entire cage is a small forbidden area.

Once the supply of magic is cut off, the addiction hidden in their bodies will slowly explode, but due to the small number of mages who have been thrown into the mana cage, and the manifestation of the addiction takes time, the research on addiction is a very remote field in the entire Quel'Thalas.

The vast majority of mages will never come into contact with this "demon" hidden in the bones of every High Elf in their lifetime.

And at this time, Darkan, who was imprisoned in a mana cage. It was as if Drahir had aged hundreds of years overnight, and his original graceful demeanor had completely disappeared, replaced by an old man who was drooping, with even his straight waist bent down, his eyes were confused, and he was in his old age. Every councillor who met him had the legend that Darkan had been crushed by the conspiracy, which is why he aged so quickly.

But the sensual parliamentarians overlooked a little...

Even if he is an old archmage, even if he is imprisoned in a mana cage, his own powerful magic power is enough to ensure that he can persist in this forbidden demon cage for a long time, that is to say, the speed of Darkan's old age and weakness is a little abnormal... Unfortunately, no one found out about this.

The deposed MP sat alone in a cage, and during the three daily rounds of the lawbreakers, this particular political prisoner seemed quiet, but observers did not know that Darkan's inner activities were not as calm as he appeared on the outside.

"Ahem... Addiction. ”

In the quiet darkness, the former councillor coughed with difficulty, and once again silently drove the faint magic in his body to escape into the air of the cage, like a shriveled sponge that had been compressed to the extreme, and Darkan was squeezing the last trace of magic in his body.

And after this painful process was over, an indescribable emptiness, like a ghost in a midnight dream, silently grew from every bone and every cell of Darkan, like screaming imps, calling to their master to find magic, the kind of sour numbness crawling like ants in the bone marrow, which made Darkan fall to the ground, clenching his limbs and trembling.

Like a traveler walking in the desert who is about to die of thirst, and like a blood-sucking poison X addict, his eyes glazed and his lips are chapped, and a meaningless whimper comes out of his throat.

This excellent archmage could feel that the thirst for magic was devouring him little by little, shaking his iron will, frantically trying to destroy his body and mind, demon addiction... He finally felt the curse of the High Elves, but this... Maybe it's also his chance.

Darkan had reported to the Sun King about his research on Salein, but like all cunning conspirators, Darkan kept a hand, he only elaborated on several possibilities for the birth of Salein, without fully revealing the secret, in fact, the wise archmage had reverse-engineered the psychic circle used when Tyrion summoned the two blood mages based on the remaining traces of spell casting in the ruins of Dysom, with the help of unwitting councilors.

His research has proven that Salein's thirst for blood is actually the result of the High Elf life's thirst for magic, and the two are composed in exactly the same form, but the addition of the special factor of death completely changes the way this desire is realized.

In short, Darkan knew exactly how to transform a Salein, but it was his own secret, and he couldn't share it with the Sun King.

And now, with all sets lost, Darkan needs a chance to turn the tide of the battle, and the secret he holds in his hands becomes the last weight.

"Buzz"

In the darkness beyond the mana cage, the apparition of Tikdios reappeared, but this time in the suppressed magic, its illusion appeared with difficulty, like a disturbed television picture, with jagged shadows on the periphery of the shadows.

"Darkan... You failed, shamefully failed. ”

The Dreadlord wasted no time in laughing at the extremely weak High Elf Archmage in front of him, and he said straight to the point:

"But the power of mortals is so weak, maybe you can't blame it, but I know, I can smell the unwillingness in your heart, come on, Darkan, join us, the legion will subvert your defeat for you!"

"Ahem, I lost."

Darkan was awakened, he struggled to get up from the cage, leaned against the glass wall of the cell, he did not look at Tikdios, he only said in a hoarse and dry voice:

"I lost everything, and it made me feel like I was hating the world... I know what you want, Tikdios, all I know, the hiding place of the 37 runestones of the Bantirenor Barrier is placed in the secret room on the top floor of my mage tower, and the magic key is "Silver Moon High", go get it. ”

"Huh?"

Darkan's "cooperation" surprised Tikdios, the Dreadlords were a bunch of conspiracy theorists, and the more Darkan behaved, the more Tykdios distrusted him, and the Phantom of the Dreadlord looked at Darkan with a suspicious gaze.

This look of malice and suspicion startled the archmage who had his back to it, and he immediately realized his mistake, and after a few moments, he disguised it with a series of difficult coughs before he spoke his terms.

"I will wait here for the day when you overthrow Anastarian's rule, and I will watch with hope as the foolish king falls in a pool of blood... This is what you owe me, Tikdios, and after his death, I will become the king of Quel'Thalas! If your legion is really as strong as you say it is, then you should be able to easily meet my "insignificant" request... Well? ”

"Hehe, that's right."

Tikdios rubbed his chin and let out a series of sly laughs, which seemed to him that any deal was based on the thirst of desire, and now that Darkan had made a request, it proved that the terms he had given had a shred of credibility.

The Dreadlord is well aware of the Avenger's mind, and in its opinion, the current Darkan. Drahir fits perfectly into the template of the Avengers... But the Dreadlord overlooked that not all Avengers will accept the help of external forces, and many people prefer to rely on their own power to achieve revenge...

"Don't worry, your request is reasonable and insignificant... Try to live, Darkan. Drahiel, your situation looks... It's bad, hahaha, but if you die, I'm happy to do my promise by stuffing your soul into a demonic body. ”

As he spoke, the figure of the Dreadlord vanished into the darkness, and after ten minutes of waiting, Darkan confirmed that Tikdios was gone, a flash of disdain flashed across the frail archmage's face, his fingers caressing against the tiny cracks in the ground that were invisible, and a gleam of longing glistened in his eyes.

He rubbed, trembling, and pointed a black ring on his finger to his heart, and in the darkness of the night, he knelt on the ground like a believer thirsting for power.

"Stupid demons... Everything I want, I'll take it myself! ”

"The power of blood... The Blood Hostess, such a powerful force, I see... That's my future! ”

The archmage, who was fighting more and more in the rolling of the demonic addiction, took a deep breath, and with the last of his strength, he pulled the small mechanism on the edge of the ring, and a sharp silver spike pierced the surface of the ring, like a needle, piercing Darkan's heart...

"Poof"

Blood gushed out, the archmage fell on his back, he could feel the blood flowing out of his body little by little, life was dissipating, but there was no pain on his face, even the hunger and thirst in his body that belonged to the demon addiction were neutralized by the coldness of death, and there was a strange serenity on his old face.

It's like... It's like a child who is about to get the most beautiful gift...