Dreams, it's magical.

It represents another world that life dreams of when it is resting, in which even the most absurd fantasies will become reality, and that world has no order in the conventional sense, it is a world of complete freedom.

In the concept of magic, some hermit schools will regard dreams as a real plane, they believe that mortal dreams are the process of connecting the spirit into another plane, and they believe that the dream plane is a plane higher than reality, so only after mortals meet certain conditions, can they temporarily enter it.

Of course, this too idealistic statement has not been widely recognized by magicians, and what the truth of the dream is, until now, there is no specific conclusion.

But that doesn't stop every sapient being from continuing to dream... Especially when they are exhausted.

Kael'thas . The Sunstrider, the High Elf's Sun King, a young and powerful mage, can finally enjoy a moment of rest after a busy day in the aftermath of the battle in Eresaras, the discovery of Torcedrin's tattered corpse, and the elimination of the last of the recalcitrant upper elven armies.

In the bumpy and warm embrace of his queen, the beautiful and sexy magic swordsman Lady Lannather, Kael'thas, who was equally tired physically and mentally, slowly fell asleep in a call that seemed to be nothing.

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"Buzz"

Kael'thas opened his eyes suddenly, but instead of the humble and cozy cabin he and Lannathel had come into, they were all too familiar.

Silvermoon City, in a trance, he seemed to return to the place where he lived as a child, in front of his eyes, there was a red light veil fluttering in the wind, there was a crisp and pleasant sound of wind chimes fluttering, he raised his head, the warm afternoon sun covered him, making him feel comfortable.

This is supposed to be a dream.

Kael'thas told himself that as a powerful mage, he could still keep his sanity even in a trance dream, and that he could get out of it with just one thought, but he didn't.

Because behind the red veil in front of him, there seemed to be a voice calling to him, much like some evil god's trick, but Kael'thas sensed that he should go over and take a look.

He stepped forward, stretched out his hand to brush away the splendid red veil, and walked on the luxurious carpet of the empty court, and he walked with ease, and no one knew the structure of this palace better than he did, for it was here that he had grown up.

Passing through the King's Hall, Kael'thas came to the garden of the court, where he frequented as a child, where he often played with his peers.

In this trance-like dream, the moment Kael'thas stepped into the garden, he heard the light laughter of the children, and he slowed down, hiding behind the branches of the garden, and watched as a few children were playing on the sand.

The one in the flower dress should be Aurelia! She was carrying a bucket and was stacking small towers with her sister Shiva on the edge of the sand, and next to them, several boys were chasing and fighting, and in them Kael'thas found his childhood self, dressed in a beautiful hunting suit, and was mingling with several children, and he accidentally smashed the small towers that Aurelia had piled up in the run.

The next moment, in Sylvanas's crying, the fierce Windranger eldest sister screamed and flipped her childhood Kael'thas to the ground, riding on the prince and constantly grabbing his face with her hands, and behind her, the little Lanna Ser was trying to help Kael'thas, and the children were in a mess, and the guards next to them wanted to come up to help, but they were stopped by several onlookers.

This scene made Kael'thas laugh in his dreams, he raised his head, searched through the crowd, and soon, he found the guy he was looking for... Behind the crowd, on the swing under the vines, a slightly lonely brunette was sitting alone, listlessly flipping through a history book.

Is that... It was the Tyrion he remembered... Tyrion as a child. Dawnblade, a guy who has been unsociable since childhood.

"When you were a child, you were often bullied by girls, you were not good at words at that time, although you had pure sun-chaser blood, but you didn't act like a qualified prince, at that time, you were not the leader of your peers, but more like a follower."

A soft, deep voice rang out behind Kael'thas, causing Kael'thas to turn his head sharply, and then he saw his father.

Anastarian. The Sunchaser.

The Sun King who appeared in Kael'thas dreams was younger than when he died in battle, but his long hair was still pale, and under Kael'thas's silent gaze, his father held two wine glasses full of wine in his hands, and he handed Kael'thas the wine glasses in his left hand as if he were alive.

"Come, son, and have a glass of wine with your old father."

Kael'thas silently took the glass, and he took a sip of the golden liquor, which felt exactly the same as the taste of the Quel'Salas fruit wine he remembered, and it was not at all like a dream.

He looked up at his smiling father, an expression that rarely appeared on his father's face in his memory, and he couldn't help asking:

"It's... Is this really a dream? ”

"Huh?"

Facing Kael'thas question, Anastarian waved his finger, and everything around him was still, the children's fighting, the laughter of the nobles, and even the wind in the air stopped at this moment.

"Of course, it's a dream, my son, so, speak your mind, you seem to have something on your mind, come... Tell your old father about it. ”

Kael'thas instinctively sensed that something wasn't right, but another voice kept telling him that it was just a dream, don't take it seriously, this is an illusion in your mind... Let go of the heavy stuff for a moment and enjoy the quiet moment.

The voice was so reasonable, so that Kael'thas couldn't help but let go of his inner vigilance, he followed his father to the small lake next to him, the two sun kings before and after had no kingly temperament at all, sitting on two stones at random, Kael'thas looked at his father in his memory, and soon, in the surging of inner emotions, he told his father everything that had happened recently.

"Uh... I don't know what to do, father, I don't know if it's right or wrong to continue using the magic of Imotar, I blocked the news, I know that not letting the people know the truth will cause panic, and although the ministers are against it, they can't come up with a better way. ”

Kael'thas drank fruit wine and confided sullenly:

"I know it's a risky decision, once the people accept the evil power, even if it's the evil power that has been purified layer by layer, no one can predict what will happen, maybe my decision will completely destroy our civilization, but I have to do it... You told me that the most basic task of a king is to meet the needs of the people..."

He looked up at his father, who was listening intently to his troubles, and Kael'thas was silent for a moment, then drank the wine from his glass, and said:

"I'm in pain, father, the pressure on my shoulders is on the verge of breaking down, but I know that I can't break down, the people are watching me, they need me... I can't relax even for a second, but it's too tiring, father... Have you ever been so tired? ”

"What shall I say to you, my son?"

Anastarian in the dream shook the wine glass in his hand, and looking at the flowing golden liquid, he whispered:

"Maybe I should say you're doing a good job, maybe I should reprimand you for making mistakes, but I know that's not the answer you want... You're at a loss, and even if you've already made a decision, it still makes you panic, afraid that your decision will lead to even more terrible consequences... All I can tell you is that this is normal. ”

The old Sun King threw his glass into the still pond in front of him, along with the wine in it, and looked at his son with a hint of scrutiny and pride in his eyes:

"2,800 years ago, when our country was threatened by powerful forest trolls, I was as young as you, I had just taken the throne from my father, and I stayed on the city walls, watching the scalp-numbing army of trolls hover outside Silvermoon City, and I couldn't sleep every night for fear that the trolls would break through the walls and storm into the city... But I can't show the slightest trepidation. ”

Anastarian looked at Kael'thas:

"Guess why?"

Kael'thas was no longer a prince who did not understand anything, and he replied:

"For the king's fears provoke greater fears among the people, and the consequence of the chief's lack of firmness is that the courage of the people begins to fade... The people are blind, and the more they face a crisis, the more they need a pillar, the king, who is the pillar of the people's hearts. ”

"That's right! Very good! ”

Anastarian closed his eyes and said:

"Even if I was as panicked as they were, I had to make a gesture of being in control, go out of the palace every day to meet with the people, encourage them to keep going, tell them that victory would come, even if I didn't have the slightest certainty of victory in my heart, but we persevered, and we finally found humans as allies to flank the forest trolls and completely crush their empire."

"It was a glorious victory, my son, but even on the eve of victory, I still had the fear of defeat in my heart, and who could have guessed what would happen until I actually saw the victory?"

The old father opened his eyes and put his left hand on Kael'thas on the shoulder, and he looked at his grown son, and he said:

"The people can be shaken, the people can be afraid, but the king cannot, the king must be indomitable, the king must keep his faith, the king must be decisive and courageous, the king must take risks... Anyone can question your decision, my son, but not on your own, this is the weight of the crown, and once you wear it, you are no longer simply you, and your every move will directly lead to the whole kingdom. ”

"You have to be some kind of faith, you have to be the embodiment of some kind of hope, you have to be the bearer of the fire who leads the people forward in the darkness, even if you are afraid of the darkness, but you have to walk in front of them... This is the meaning of the king, the power to enjoy comes from the obligation to bear, what is right? What's wrong? ”

Anastarian stepped forward and gave his son a warm hug, and in Kael'thas he whispered:

"The wisdom you have gives you the ability to tell right from wrong, and the courage you have gives you the motivation to move forward bravely, so if you think it's right, my son, do it... Bravely lead the people and walk out of your own glorious path. ”

"Besides, your reign is unstable, my son, and the ministers are against you because of their concerns about the succession of royal power..."

"What should I do? Father? ”

Kael'thas also hugged his father, and he asked his own question, and then he heard Anastarian's clear laughter, and the old father patted his son on the shoulder, and he whispered:

"Go and give me a little grandson... Guaranteeing the transmission of the kingship of the Sunstriders... Also, dreams, it's time to wake up..."

"Huh"

The next second, Kael'thas opened his eyes suddenly, he sat up from the bed like a spring, in the dark, he breathed heavily, the remnants of the dream just now quickly dissipated in his mind, this abnormal reaction represented the weirdness of the dream just now, before those pictures dissipated, he desperately remembered the words left by his father, and his father's last expectation.

A warm, perfect body hugged Kael'thas from behind, and the awakened queen put her face behind the Sun King in a somewhat dazed way, and Lannathel asked softly:

"What's wrong? Your Majesty, did you have a nightmare? ”

"No, it's not a nightmare."

Kael'thas lay back on the soft bed, he reached out and took Lanather in his arms, in the darkness, his eyes widened, looking at the rough frescoes on the roof, after a moment, Kael'thas leaned over and kissed Lannacer on the forehead, and he said softly:

"Call me Kael'thas... Also, my Lanna... We... We want to have a baby..."

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After Kael'thas vanished, the strange dream did not dissipate on another plane, and Anastarian stood by the pond where time stood still, watching the frozen water, not knowing what to think.

Behind him, on the swing under the vines, the young Tyrion, who had been frozen in time, suddenly blinked, he leaned on the swing that began to shake, looked back at Anastarian's back, and he said in a deep voice:

"I thought you were going to tell your son about the things that Dareen just found in the Broken Isles, you should know how important those things you found in Sulamar are to the High Elves right now..."

It was very strange for a teenager to make an adult voice, but Anastarian didn't care, and in the face of Tyrion's question, the Great Lich of the Sunstrider shook his hand casually, and said:

"I'm sure my son will eventually find out that... There's enough evidence to lead him to his final destination, and besides, as an overseer of civilization, I can't cross the line... Great Lord, I just didn't expect that you would also appear here, are you here to supervise me? ”

"No!"

The young man Tyrion shook his head, he jumped off the swing, walked into the stilled dream, stood in front of the childhood Aurelia, helped the mad girl to fix her hair, and then he said:

"After hearing that the Blightcaster Druids had successfully purified the Jade Dream of the Druswal, I wanted to come and see this magnificent "World Dream", and it was just an accident that I came here... I didn't hear a word of what you said to your son... It's true. ”

"However, the High Elves' civilizational verdict has come to an end, and my Grand Lich... I look forward to seeing the outcome of your verdict on your own civilization..."

"Gotta be... Justice! ”