Kael'thas didn't know how he had managed to get out of the palace. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He sensed that some kind of belief was crumbling in his heart.

Is this what you have believed in for thousands of years?

Not the pursuit of the ultimate in magic, but simply the nostalgia for power and the worship of power?

What about Sylvanas one day reaching the status of her sister?

There are so many high positions in the kingdom, like a transparent pyramid, the top can be seen from the bottom at a glance, but unless it is an elven mage with a noble bloodline, he can't go to the top at all.

The so-called promotion is nothing more than a seemingly beautiful dirty lie.

Looking up at the sky, Kael'thas let out a long sigh, and he suddenly found that he was very envious of human beings, and the person he especially envied was Duke.

Because Duke, and only Duke, with the resources of a civilian, with his own ability and wisdom, he has reached the top of the alliance step by step.

And he, Kael'thas, has the status of a prince, but he can only be like a puppet under the control of his father and under the constraints of the Silvermoon Council, and he can't do anything.

It seems to be a noble identity, but in fact it is useless.

The High Elves are extremely long-lived, and although the father is nearing the end of his life, who knows how long he will live? As long as the father is alive for a day, he, the crown prince, is just an illusory promise in the power field that cannot be fulfilled.

"Duke, I envy you!" Kael'thas sighed again.

On the other side, on the southernmost front line of the Yongge Forest, Sylvanas was in a state of confusion.

In the eyes of the two ranger generals, Lotherma Theron and Haduron Brightwing, the returning Sylvanas is incomparably outstanding.

Under her command, the elves were in full swing to build fortifications. It's a trick that even the old rangers who have lived for thousands of years have never seen.

In the wasteland south of the Yongge Forest, a huge strip of grass was cleared - it was called a firebreak. It is convenient to carry out fire attacks further south.

Sylvanas simply planted a flag on the hill and decided where the fire could be set and where the fire would spread, depending on the direction of the wind.

A little to the north, at the source of the river, there are a large number of large ceramic jars containing a large amount of holy water. If the Scourge crosses the river, then a few guards can smash the jar, and it can bring great joy to those bones.

In the forest, Sylvanas began to have people burn a simple hollow brick, which not even the Morning Star Mage's ice arrows could penetrate if they stayed in a five-tiered hollow brick bunker.

If it is sprinkled with holy water temporarily, according to the estimation of the magicians, it can even withstand the shadow arrows of the morning star warlock.

All of Sylvanas's actions were like miracles in the eyes of the elves.

She received a great deal of praise, and even though she had been gone for ten years, she was still half a traitor, but she was almost fanatically loved by the rangers, even surpassing their immediate superiors, Lothema and Haduron.

However, she knew very well that these seemingly simple but very effective small methods had nothing to do with her.

What she taught the elves today are all the small inventions left by Duke back then, small creations!

She didn't know how Duke's head grew, and in the original worldly concept, the only thing that could fight against mystery was mystery. But Duke used such a simple and even primitive means to erase the gap between ordinary mortals and mysteries to the greatest extent.

What made Sylvanas even more shocking was that on the surface these methods were to guard against the orcs, but from all kinds of clues, it could be inferred that Duke...... It seems that at the end of the war with the Horde thirteen years ago, the invasion of the Scourge was expected.

Looking to the south, the rangers report that the humans there are still actively organizing resistance. New human reinforcements have arrived across the sea, and they are rapidly building a continuous line of defense.

It stands to reason that even if the Scourge Legion hits Quel'Thalas, it won't be within a month or two. The High Elves still have plenty of time to prepare.

Sylvanas, however, had a bitter mouth.

"I don't admit defeat!"

"I want to surpass my sister!"

"I'm going to get out of Duke and make a career. ”

"But...... What am I doing now?"

It's been more than ten years since she left, although the influence of the Windranger is still there, but after all, it is almost treason to transfer to the nobility and break away from the kingdom, and when she returns to the forest she is familiar with and her fanatical obsession, all she sees is suspicion and distrust in the eyes of the rangers.

She couldn't let them go.

For more than ten years, this is almost a generation for mankind.

But for the elves that have not changed for thousands of years, it feels like a relatively long nap.

Stubborn, self-contained.

Sylvanas was shocked to find that most of the rangers were still ready to use wooden arrows against the undead of the Scourge Legion.

What international jokes?

Wooden arrows or something, even if they hit the head of a zombie?

As long as the Lich or Necromancer who controls the low-level undead is still there, the zombie will charge you with a hundred arrows stuck in its body.

In order to save his hometown, Sylvanas had secretly visited the front line of the South Sea city-state before he came.

Physical damage means nothing to the undead!

She tried to convince the rangers, but to no avail, and in desperation, she came up with the tricks taught by Duke......

Use the Holy Light Arrows to snipe enemy leaders.

Fire attack and water attack.

A three-dimensional defense line consisting of a shooting tower hanging from a tree and a pillbox on the ground, crossfire.

These new terms, these new combat concepts, all came from Duke.

Obviously, the defense line of Yongge Forest is strengthening day by day, and the opportunity to defend her hometown is increasing day by day, she should be ecstatic in her heart, the stronger the partial defense line, the more obvious the sense of loss in her heart-

Because all these exploits have nothing to do with her, she just stands on the shoulders of the giant Duke Marcus, wantonly plagiarizing and squandering the war wisdom from Duke.

There is no harm without contrast.

Having seen the prosperity of the Elwin Forest, and seeing the economic and technological development of the Stormwind Kingdom almost every day, Sylvanas felt that if the High Elves did not make reforms, they would not be eliminated by generations and the world for too long.

But what did she see?

A decay, a kingdom that never changes!

Although she used to be proud and proud of it, if she thought about it carefully and looked closely, she would be shocked to find that the surnames in the upper echelons of the kingdom had not changed since the founding of the kingdom.

once vowed thirteen years ago that if he wanted to find a partner, he would find a male hero who would not lose to his sister and third sister, a real hero far beyond Duke.

It's a pity that looking back at the entire High Elf Kingdom, looking at those so-called nobles who have their nostrils turned to the sky but don't do practical things, Sylvanas just wants to vomit.

Right!

It's still the same sentence!

No contrast, no harm!