The days of harmony by the sunwell seem to be endless. Dancing eBook. For more up-to-date chapters, visit:. The 'spirits' live a happy and happy life day in and day out. Magic is the greatest pursuit of their lives, and all the high-level 'elves' on this side of the Sun Well have been constantly strengthened by them in the past thousand years.

If it weren't for the clarity in her heart and the understanding of what she was going to do, Xia would have almost fallen asleep in these peaceful and stable years. She knew that even if time passed, then she would inevitably wait for Anvena a thousand years later. It's just that Xia also doesn't understand that in the days she has observed, there has never been a human figure by the sunwell, so how did Anvina's parents come to this holy place where even ordinary 'spirits' are not allowed to approach easily?

But she only thought about it for a moment, and then she found a face that was not quite familiar.

It was young Darkan. As a member of the Silvermoon Council, he was finally allowed to enter the Sunwell Heights for study and research.

Sia crouched down by the lake, carefully scooping up a handful of shimmering magical water with her hands, and then the water slowly leaked through her fingers, her young face flashing with greed and longing that did not match his qualifications. Although this expression has also appeared on the faces of many 'spirits' in the past. However, Shia knew better than his companions at this time that the young mage had not turned this greed into awe, as his countless predecessors had done, but had turned into a seed of ambition that had planted an unbreakable foundation deep in the heart of this young 'spirit'. Just waiting for the opportunity in the future, it will turn into ugly darkness and completely engulf him.

And Darkan. Thea knew that the moment she had been waiting for was coming.

Soon, although the surroundings of the sunwell were still as peaceful as ever. However, although the faces of the 'spirits' who appeared were still strong and calm and maintained a haughty demeanor, there was a trace of worry and uneasiness in their eyes. And Siadarkan argued with people by the lake more than once. But every time the other party decisively rejected him.

When the other party leaves, Shia's face becomes more and more gloomy and his eyes darker and darker.

Shialkan wandered by the lake, wandering without stopping. Eventually, he looked down at the lake, and a breeze blew. The expression on the mage's calm and unforgiving face, which reflected the water of the lake, was distorted ugly and hideous. (Advertisement)

Darkan left.

And when he reappeared, he was already trailing behind a tall figure.

Alsace......

Thea knew it was just a memory, and they didn't have her at all. She still couldn't help but cover her mouth.

She used to be close to his sister, and she used to 'befriend' his fiancée. How could she not recognize him, she had left Lordaeron before the fall of Arthas, and had never seen him again. But she never imagined that the Alsace she knew would become like this.

The one with blonde hair. The prince who smiled brightly and warmed his people like the sun. Is it really this Death Knight in front of you?

The man with white hair, even his skin was sickly pale, and the expression on his face was like a glacier that would not melt for thousands of years in the Northern Rift Realm, was he really the Alsace she knew?

"This is the Well of the Sun?" The Death Knight spoke. But he didn't need Darkan's answer. He was holding something in his hands, which had been caged under a blood-stained cloud. At this moment, he stretched out his hands and 'revealed' the appearance of this thing. It turned out that he was not holding his own helmet, but an urn.

An urn, Xia couldn't help but take another breath.

That box has the royal insignia of Minethir. It turned out that the rumors were indeed true.

Alsace is completely depraved. He killed his own teacher and took his father's urn. It was used as a container for the ashes of Kel'thugad, an enemy he had killed with his own hands.

What a terrible blasphemy. What a total depravity this is.

Thea had hoped that it was just rumors, but now she saw it herself. She understood. The Alsace she knew really didn't exist.

Now, it's a knight of the Lich King.

Alsace opened the urn in his hand and calmly dumped the ashes into the lake water of the Sunwell.

'Darkan's eyes behind him even showed a hint of struggle. But Arthas, with his smooth movements and calm demeanor, was as graceful as if he had opened a piece of wine for his father at a royal feast of yesteryear.

The ashes attached to the dark spirits fell into the lake water, boiling like quicklime falling into the water. The sacred sunwell instinctively resisted this filthy desecration, but to no avail. This is a spell from the Lich King Neozu, who wants to test Arthas's loyalty and reward Kel'thugad for dragging him into the abyss of Fall.

Boiling like a pot of oil, in the middle of the lake, a twisted and reshaped body gradually formed.

An icy, hoarse voice came from the middle of the lake.

"Ah......h I'm born again!! Is that you? My hosts!! ”

From the middle of the lake, the lich slowly approached Alsace.

Although he had just been resurrected from death, and though he was only a skeleton with no flesh and blood, the magic in Kel'thugad had been filled with the luxury of constructing a robe made of magical elements, and the ice chains of pure energy lingered around his body and shone like a diamond.

And all this made Darkan, who was behind Arthas, couldn't help but bow his head in jealousy. That's the power of the sunwell!! Is it just to resurrect such a guy?!

But the next moment, Arthas's words made him look up again with joy.

"Alright, Darkan. I am always generous to my useful subordinates, go and accept your reward. ”

"Your generosity has blinded the sun!!" Darkan 'excited' the way. He didn't care whether he was out of shape or not, and he stood by the lake of the Sun Well with one arrow step. He had waited too long for this moment. So much so that at this moment, his hands that had always been steady couldn't stop trembling.

Take a deep breath, then a deep breath.

When Darkan finally controlled his emotions and stretched out his hands to absorb the energy of the sunwell, the sunwell, which had been boiling all along, finally gave him an unforgettable lesson for this traitor.

Because it has not been able to purify the filth from the outside world, the sunwell has committed the most "fierce" act of rejection - self-destruction.

The boiling water of the lake returned to calm in an instant, and the whole lake was as smooth as a mirror. However, this strange calm only lasted less than a breath. There was a violent explosion in the middle of the lake, and a mushroom cloud burst through and tore open the water. Violent energy reactions continued one after another, and the scene seemed as if each drop of lake water was struggling to wipe out another drop of lake water, as if it would not give up until the polluted species were wiped out.

A greenish demonic protective barrier enveloped Arthas's body, but he snapped his fingers again as he was not satisfied with it. A larger, deeper purple-black 'colored' barrier rose from the ground, enclosing Darkan, who had been swept away by the explosion, and Kel'thugad, who had already opened the ice barrier.

"What a sight!!" Alsace stated it in a bland 'kiss' that didn't matter; "What do you think? Kel'thugad. It's like a ritual flower that blooms to welcome your resurrection. ”

"You couldn't have said more beautifully." Kel'thugad's tone was tinged with the same indifference.

"Anyway, it (the sunwell) is useless to me. Let's go. "Arthas raised his eyes at the purple and black 'colored' anti-magic realm that the magic explosion had blown up, and after thinking about the need to take any more risks for something that had already achieved its goal, Arthas decisively ordered a retreat.

As the owner of the acquired interest, Kel'thugad of course gladly accepted this order.

But there was one man who was not reconciled. Darkan, who was swept over by the 'wave' of explosive gas, is now in a very mess. His 'fine' robe was covered with dust, and his face was scratched in several places. Although it was not fatal, the wound was bleeding profusely, and the 'mud' was almost like a lost dog.

But none of this was as great as the blow that Alsace ordered at this moment to hit him.

What is he doing all for? Betrayed all his comrades! Desecrated the sacred Well of the Sun! Is it really to resurrect Kel'thugad, a worthless bastard??

Darkan objected desperately, "No, my lord! No! We can't just leave. ”

Alsace glanced back. "I understand how you feel that your reward has been disappointed. But you have to understand that it's risky to stay here now. You can stay here and wait alone for the explosion to subside, and then the reward will not be there - if it is, it will still be your ......"

Darkan found a little sense in Arthas's calm words. Of course he wanted to stay! But Arthas is now going to retreat with Kel'thugad, and that's not the point, the point is that if they go, the army of the undead will retreat immediately. When the time comes, the 'elven' spirit defenders who are blocked out of the sunwell by the army of the undead will immediately rush in. Darkan knew very well that what he had done made him as damned as Arthas in the eyes of his kind. It would be a death for him to continue to stay here alone.

“…… If you're willing to come with me, I'll give you a reward worthy of your merits. You can take your time and think about what kind of reward you want. ”

Darkan gritted his teeth, reluctantly looked back at the sunwell, which was still exploding, and finally resolutely caught up with Arthas. p