"We should stay here, and we can't give up the ancestral land of the High Elves, Quel'Thalas, which will always be our home! We can't betray it! ”

In the fortress of Dysom, the Ranger King Hawksbill slapped the table, the old elven general's angry appearance did not have a trace of elf grace, and he shouted to the Ranger Lords and Mage Lords in front of him:

"I'm not going to run away from my home with my tail between my legs! My soldiers and I are here to stay, you have given up on Silvermoon City, and I haven't given up yet! Whether it's trolls or undead or damn plants, no one wants to take my home from me! Don't! ”

"Nobody said they were leaving, General Hawksbill."

Archmage Romans said coldly:

"Of course the fighters are going to stay here and defend our land, but what about the civilians? Nearly a million civilians have been displaced throughout the southern forests, and mad plants are spreading from the north to the southern forests, and soon, the southern forests will no longer be safe, tell me, General, what are you going to do to protect your people? ”

"With my bow and my sword!"

The old general didn't give an inch, he stared at the archmage in front of him:

"Before I fall, no one will want to hurt them! If the forest is no longer safe, we will cut down all these trees, and 6,800 years ago, didn't King Darthrema also lead his ancestors to usher in the era of the Sunstriders... The will left by the ancestors is shrouded in this land, what the ancestors can do, can't we, the descendants of the bloodline, do? ”

"It's not a problem that can be solved by the will alone... Calm down, General Hawksbill! Send the civilians out of Quel'Thalas first, none of us will give up on Quel'Thalas, we will stay here and fight with you! ”

Very tired Lotherma. Theron gritted his teeth and said:

"But what happens, civilians are always innocent."

"Hah! Do you know now that civilians are innocent? ”

The Ranger King looked at the lords in front of him with disdain:

"When the Sun King went crazy to provoke those undead madmen, why didn't you think about innocent civilians? Use Liresa's daughter as a bargaining chip to try and win a disgusting victory? How do I not know, when did the country I owe my allegiance become like this? Dirty! Filthy! Is this the trouble that your own arbitrariness has caused to our country, and now the author of everything is asking me to take care of the overall situation? ”

Hawksbill's shrill voice echoed through the room:

"You don't deserve to call yourself warriors at all, you're just a bunch of bastards who risk their lives with the state and civilians! You guys make me feel sick! ”

This direct slap in the face rebuke made the lords in front of them silent, in the end, no one is a prophet, and no one could have predicted that the original adventure would lead to so many and such bad consequences, but now that things have happened, simple accusations can't change anything, but Hawksbill insists on staying in Quel'Thalas to defend the lords of the country, which also makes the other lords very powerless.

In fact, there are many troubles facing the elves beyond the current meeting, the threat of the undead in the Northlands, the increasingly dangerous forests, and the vast number of people who need to live on a daily basis... Elves can live in the forest for a long time, but the High Elves, who are accustomed to city life, still need sheltered houses to make them feel at ease.

The entire southern forest is shrouded in an atmosphere of panic, and it is difficult to say when the people who survived the disaster will break the last string in their hearts...

In short, the High Elves of Quel'Thalas, who have lost their cities and territories, are already standing on the precipice of the precipice, and they desperately need a leader who can unite them all.

Actually, there is such a person who is very suitable, almost a natural leader, but the current situation of Prince Kael'thas is very bad, he locks himself in the house, refuses to communicate with anyone, everyone is anxious, but the lords are also very clear that in the current situation, there is really no way to force him anymore.

The prince was under more pressure than anyone present, and what he had lost was more bitter than anyone else.

After ten minutes, the meeting failed to reach any reconciliation, and finally ended in a noisy end, General Hawksbier decided to advance towards Silvermoon City with his Queldorin Legion, and he was also prepared to order the recall of the Highland Forward Legion that had been stationed in Hinterland, as well as some of the mages who had been staying in the human city of Dalaran.

And some radical aristocrats are also on the side of Hawksbill, especially when Silvermoon City is broken, the angry people who have lost their relatives and are eager for revenge, now, the power of the parliamentarians is finally suppressed, but then the royal party, which has always been united, actually has signs of division when disaster comes.

This has to be said to be an irony, when the pressure from the outside world is increasing, it always makes many people show their feet.

"Duh, Duh, Duh"

Lotherma with a bandage on her body. Theron walked alone outside the prince's room, gritting his teeth, for the first time in his life he had done something that did not conform to his subordinates' posture, his eyes were full of worry and resentment, worried about the current state of His Royal Highness and the situation in the upper echelons of Quel'Salas, which was about to be divided, and resentful of the inaction against the prince.

Lotherma. Theron is a very good ranger, he was trained under General Lilesa as a child, and in a sense, Lotherma and Tyrion have similar views: if a person is capable enough to do something, but does not do it, and sits back and watches things get worse step by step, then all the disasters, all the chaos, all the consequences, will belong to that person... A nightmare that can never be escaped.

"Your Highness Kael'thas, I know you're inside!"

Through the door, Lotherma whispered:

"I understand that you have lost a lot, I can understand your pain, when I was a child, my parents died in the war against the trolls, if it weren't for General Liresa's earnest teaching, I might have lost myself in the pain, I don't want to try to teach you anything, but now, this country, we... People of Quel'Salas, we need you. ”

"I know it's an abomination to force a person to return to a cold reality from the extremes of pain and loss, but I have to... You have the ability and responsibility to redeem everything you have now, I can't let you lose it, I don't want you to regret it for the rest of your life... So, forgive me. ”

With that, Lotherma took a step back, and under the horrified gazes of the guards on both sides, the lord, who had always adhered to etiquette, flew up and kicked on the door of the prince's room in front of him.

"Click"

With a crisp thud, sawdust flew and the wound in Lotherma's abdomen cracked, staining the white bandages red, and the Ranger Lord strode into the room in front of him, but to his surprise, he didn't see a decadent Kael'thas to the extreme. The Sunchaser... I don't see a single drunkard who escapes from pain and reality.

Kael'thas was still the same Kael'thas as before, as graceful and handsome as ever, dressed in meticulous robes and pendants, even his hair neatly combed, his prince never seemed to change, and the fleeting fragility of the previous seemed to be only an illusion, he was half-kneeling in the center of the room, and in front of him was a dark red magic sword stuck upside down on the floor.

His Royal Highness's fingers touched the hilt of the sword, and a purple halo of magic pulsed on his wrist and hilt, as if he was communicating something.

Lotherma, who had broken into the room, saw at a glance where the sword had come from, and he immediately understood that he had made a great mistake, and that the prince was not escaping reality or reminiscing about the past, but that he was alone trying to solve the dilemma in front of him, in the manner of the descendants of the Sunchaser.

"Your Highness, I... I..."

Lothama wanted to say something, but Kael'thas stretched out his hand to stop him from apologizing, and the prince's voice became a little deeper and colder than before, and he whispered:

"You've just arrived, Lotherma, to call all the lords of the royal party, including Hawksbill, including the parliamentarians... Let them come! ”

"Let them bear witness, my coronation!"

"Yes!"

A flash of joy flashed in the Ranger Lord's eyes, and he flashed out of the room, and a moment later, the Lords of Quel'Thalas, who had received the news, rushed to the front of the heavily guarded room from all over the place, Hawksbill, Archmage Romans, and Lotherma. Theron, Cassel. Mingyi, these lords with military power stared at the room.

There, the purple halo on the body of Prince Kael'thas who was half-kneeling on the ground became brighter and more brilliant, full of the mysterious beauty of magic, the sword, the magical longsword that had lost its luster, the sword that represented the supreme power of the Sunseeker of Quel'Thalas, a legendary weapon that was also famous in the Elven Empire from the ancestor of the first Sun King, Darth Rema.

Flame Strike, a weapon subordinate to the Sun King, has witnessed the prosperity of the Elven Empire, and the tragedy of the demons ravaging Azeroth 10,000 years ago, it has followed its master against the dark power of the stars, it has witnessed difficult victories, and it has also carried the Great Schism thousands of years ago, it is not an exaggeration to say that this sword itself is the embodiment of the civilization evolution history of the High Elves of Quel'Thalas.

The meaning it represents has long gone beyond the meaning of the existence of the sword itself.

"Wow"

With a clear sound of the sword, the ashen flame strike was pulled from under the ground by Kael'thas, who held it diagonally into the sky, and golden flames burst out of the space around him, as if he were his own will, wrapping around the blade of the legendary longsword that had lost its luster.

A chirp made the lords who watched the scene look left and right, it was like the sound of birds chirping, but it seemed more ethereal, the golden flames danced, wrapped around the dark red blade, as if to melt the steel, under the extreme heat, even the air and light were distorted, but it was not an illusion.

Kael'thas could feel that the long sword in his hand was shaping little by little, as if it was melting in the flames, and he could feel that this weapon was like having a soul of its own, communicating with him, changing its form according to Kael'thas habits and his own will, which was the power flowing in this ancient blade.

Higher-order power... It doesn't matter who forged the sword, when it was forged, and what material it was made from, the weapon itself has been altered over the millennia of symbiosis with the Sunwell.

"Wow"

In the eyes of everyone, the golden flames danced endlessly, until the body of Prince Kael'thas was also enveloped in blazing flames, like the opening of a grand ceremony, the golden flames were fleeting, and above the body of Prince Kael'thas, there were also spinning flame orbs, and, above his green shoulder guards, the miniature, lifelike golden-red phoenix.

It has beautiful feathers, and its whole body is adorned with the most beautiful flaming feathers, which are O, by the gifted Kael'thas. The elemental creature made by the Sunstrider, and now, at the same time that the prince and the sword in his hand are reborn from the ashes, this elemental creature is also endowed with new powers.

Flame... The flame is with him.

With a sound like the chirping of a phoenix, Kael'thas lifted the flaming blow in his hand, the sword had completely changed its appearance, and was held in the prince's hand like a bright phoenix claw, sharp, noble and deadly, with a heavy and irresistible majesty.

Kael'thas took a step forward, and a burning crown of flames composed entirely of golden flames appeared above his head, and the moment he stepped out of the room, the surrounding Phoenix Guardians fell to their knees in unison, offering their allegiance to the new king of Quel'Thalas.

"My lords."

Kael'thas looked at the lords in front of him with a cold gaze, and he whispered:

"I will take my people into the war that never stops, Quel'Thalas will not shirk his responsibilities and lives again, I will rebuild Quel'Thalas, but not now... After the dust settles, I will return here with you, to the eternal home of the High Elves, but not now! ”

"I see the war of the future, the more painful, the more terrible war, I will join it without hesitation, even on the battlefield of life and death, but this is not to save my world, it is about the world of my people... The only world they have, this is a battle I must fight as a king! ”

"You... Who wants to come with me? ”