Time: Winter 22 of the Black Gate / Location: Silvermoon City Suburb - Yongge Forest

What was reflected in the elven prince's clear gaze was that corpses were everywhere.

Farmers with rudimentary wands, militiamen, traders with their own rusty iron swords decapitated, and many more are the remains of soldiers and kingdom mages.

Kael'thas leaned down and lifted Lotherma's body into his arms with one arm on his back, and asked softly, "What about the people, where are the natural disasters?"

Lotherma still wears the family's Ring of Inheritance, and the Theron family was awarded the title of Eight Pillars of the Sun by the Elven King Darth Rema Sunseeker thousands of years ago, holding the [Forbidden Demon Wheel] in her hand. The reason why his life didn't die like everyone else had to do with the ring. But Prince Kyle doesn't have time to ask how he survived, but to find out what happened to the demons from Hell.

Lotherma barely lifted half of his eyelids, and then immediately closed them due to the pain of the eye injury, and he could already see the outline of the prince.

Lothama's voice was tinged with a cry: "They are all dead, the First Legion is all gone... Your Royal Highness!"

Ronin was aware of Sylvanas' rank, and she was the commander of the First Legion and the commander of the Rangers. He suddenly felt his nose sour, and something choked in his throat and eyes. Ronin's sadness was not because of how well he knew Sylvanas, but because he felt pity for his pregnant wife: God!

Kyle asked, "What about the enemy, where are they?"

Lothema choked on saliva, and a large patch of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, but he still insisted on replying, "They are gone, and our troops, all... Most of them are dead, the Third Army... Commander of the Legion - Hadurun... Bring... With part of the people ... About three thousand ... Ahh Fled into the woods to the east. Others ... They go to guard ... of the Sun ... The Demon Swordsman Lotherma had collapsed after recounting these few dozen words, and he continued to whisper 'Liadrin,' apparently asleep, but fortunately he was fine.

A tear from Prince Kyle slapped the sleeping man's face, and he hurriedly wiped it with his sleeve so that no one else could see it. This is a responsibility that the prince can hardly shirk, tens of thousands of lives, and the lives that would talk and laugh a few days ago, are all flowing away in his hands (under his rule). They trusted the Sunstrider family like that, and for hundreds of thousands of years, the civilization and heritage of the elves had been wiped out under the rule of father and son. What else could he justify?, If, at this time, a bruised child stood up from the corpse, grabbed the prince's trousers, and cried and said to him, 'My father and mother are still calling your name before they die!' then Kyle would immediately draw his sword and stab himself in the heart without hesitation.

In the battlefields outside the city, most of the soldiers killed in battle came from the 1st and 4th Legions, which were physical strike forces composed of sharpshooters and magic swordsmen. It was a brutal blitzkrieg, with the sudden disappearance of the magical defensive force field forcing the Cold Weapon troops off guard against a ruthless enemy.

"Biluohua!" the prince muttered to himself, taking Lothama's Forbidden Ring.

The Eight Pillars of the Burning Sun Ring is said to restore the country to its former glory as long as it is collected.

The prince assigned a small team to protect Lotherma, and ran quickly to the city gate, if the pile of gold bricks was still a city gate.

There were still many poor people in the city, all of them wounded of various sizes, but in any case, they were still alive, and the natural plague did not stop much in the city, let alone burn and loot, and were they afraid of the return of the prince? Or had their main purpose been accomplished?

Kyle is helping the collapsed people everywhere, and his followers are becoming less and less. Until he entered the Temple of the Sunstrider, there was no one left behind him.

The scene in the hall was unobstructed, and there were dozens of servants and doctors of the Elven King lying on the ground. This is the magical battlefield of the Second Legion, and most of the things in the court are floating in the air due to the overflow of magic.

And the Grand Magister Bi Luohua was not here, only a strange corpse caught the prince's attention.

It was Bi Luohua's third disciple, his name was Romans, with navy blue hair and a crimson sleeveless vestment with cut-outs and gold. He was nailed to the chest of the idol of Dasrema in the deepest part of the temple, and a crude long sword pierced through the heart, holding Romans there.

The reason why he is thought to be dead is because that is definitely the location of the heart. The prince sighed, two blue sun magic balls supported his feet, and the whole person was lifted from the ground, he wanted to take the corpse off, but when he got closer, he suddenly heard Romans' faint gasp.

The prince was pleasantly surprised that he was still alive, and now every face he saw meant that the hope of recovering the kingdom had increased by one point.

But the most terrifying thing is that the prince now can't feel the resonance of the sunwell with the magic source in his body, and he knows that others are also being hit by this incident.

Sindore elves worship magic, and the sunwell is precisely the source of magic for the elves, her actual meaning is not simply a belief in the heart, she can have a fierce resonance with every elf who lives around her, and can even play a song together, cook a table with the flame of magic, she, the well of the sun, is the family, mentor, and friend of every Sindore elf.

Kael'thas has the mana of the Sunstrider family in his body, and he doesn't have to rely on the magic of the Sunwell, but he has to think about his people. Even if he was lucky now, reason told him that Quel'Salas was gone.

"I'm asking you, Romans, you'd better be sober, what's wrong with the sunwell?"

Romans, who was full of anger, had tears in his waist and was choked up and speechless.

"My father, the King ... Are you still alive?" the commoners who had followed the prince into the hall looked at him with sorrow, and they all held hands, and one of them a little boy was the first to sing: "Sindore... Sindore... Sindocindore ... The rest of the people also sang nursery rhymes that had been passed down for thousands of years to his tune, which was a mournful music unique to the elves.

a day ago。。。。。。

At five o'clock in the morning, the heads of the two patrol guards were thrown into the outpost camp in the forest.

At six o'clock in the morning, the herald rang the golden bell.

At eight o'clock, all forces were assembled.

At 8:03, the magical defense field vanished.

At 10:37, the city gate was breached by a natural disaster, the commander of the 1st Legion was arrested, the commander of the 4th Legion was seriously wounded, and the rest of the soldiers were destroyed.

At 11 a.m., the Second Magic Legion led the remnants to retreat to the palace, and Romans proposed a duel negotiation with Arthas, who was killed in an instant.

Also around 11 a.m., the Third and Fifth Legions, receiving a direct order from the Elven King to protect civilians, especially the children of Quel'Thalas, were the first to take refuge.

Romans' invitation to a duel bought precious time for the evacuation of civilians. Bilova and the Eight Families, with their blood-related magic, plus all those who could fight, sail to the island of Quelldanus, where the Well of the Sun is located.

At 13 o'clock in the afternoon, half of the fleet landed on the island, and Arthas inserted the blade of hell, Frost Sorrow, into the sea, causing the sea level to freeze, and the other half of the ships could not move forward, trapped in the middle of the sea.

At a quarter past 13, an epic duel is staged on the sea. Arthas against the Elven King Anastarian. The two tied several times, the young and strong Arthas gradually gained the upper hand, the old king had no choice but to explode the Yuan Ling, and the advantage was instantly inclined to the elves, but at the last moment, the old king tightly choked Arthas's neck with one hand, and was about to burn his head to the end, but after all, he was defeated by his age, and the magic could no longer continue, and after a little stunned, Arthas cut off the right leg of the elf king, and pierced his chest with another sword. He died motionless, holding the staff in one hand and the severed sword in the other, even if he was no longer breathing, he still didn't want to fall, he just stood like this, standing on a piece of ice, blocking the attacking undead with the last domineering, but at this time no one paid attention to him anymore, and there was only the cry of the elves in the air.

Three thousand years of reign was like a mountain bending his unyielding backbone, and he was even more rickety than any unkempt old man of mankind, but in the hearts of the elves who were saved not far away, he was a monument that stood so tall on the sea.

At the same time, billions of light-years away, the old man with a white beard could no longer cry when he wrote about this scene, and soon fainted from crying. Medivan sits in his rooftop office, designing an online game about his hometown of Azeroth. Anastarian was his nemesis and friend, and when he devised the scene, he knew that the stubborn old man was really dead.

At 16:35:17 p.m., Arthas threw Kel'thugad's ashes into the Well of the Sun, which was completely polluted due to evil and blasphemy, and also marked the end of the regime of Quel'Salas.

Kael'thas learned from a few surviving nobles and paupers about what had happened yesterday. He stood beside the body of his father at sea and cried to him word by word.

"Father, what should I do?"

"Sylvanas is dead, Brovar is dead, Sauron is dead, and even you are gone from me!"

"How easy is it to restore the country??, the Well of the Sun cannot be reshaped, and our people are suffering from the devil of poverty!"

"I can't! Don't do that! Isn't it the way of a king to do whatever it takes?"

"The benevolent Lordaeron is gone, and the benevolent Quel'Salas is gone!I heard that the tyrants of the tribe are alive and well?!"

Kael'thas was on the verge of collapse, and he talked to himself in front of his father's body for a day and a night.

Towards midnight the next day, a scaly elven head emerged from the ice floe where the father and son were.

"You're not finished, boy, I'm sick to hear it in the water!" grumbled the mermaid impatiently.

"Don't bother me, Naga Siren! If you anger me, you'll have no bones left!"

"Oh, what kind of prestige is it to play in front of an obvious ally, and what do you have to do to settle accounts with the Lich King in Northrend?"

"Revenge won't bring anything to my people!

"Prince Kael'thas has come for this, and a poor man who has lost his home like us has asked me to bring you a message if he would like to form an alliance with us?"

"Can you fix the Well of the Sun, can you bring my father back to life?"

"Don't mention the conditions, I have a deposit... So saying, the mermaid in the water threw a crystal bottle to the prince。。。。。。。。 (End of Extended Chapter: Descendants of Darth Rema)