Anastarian, the leader of the High Elves and king of Quel'Thalas, is dead. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When Sylvanas told Carl about this fact, Carl couldn't help but be shocked.

According to the in-game information, King Anastarian was killed in a battle with Arthas when he attacked the Sunwell, armed with the Flame Strike artifact.

His own sideways kick made Arthas die before he could get out of the army, but he didn't expect the old king to go ahead.

"How did he die?"

In the whole of Quel'Thalas, apart from the three Windranger sisters, the only one who can move Carl is the old king who treats him as a child.

Sylvanas shook her head:

"No one knows how the old king died. When the guards found him, he was lifeless. The royal family announced that His Majesty was dying. ”

Karl frowned. Although the lifespan of the High Elves is not comparable to that of the Night Elves, who are almost immortal, they also have a lifespan of hundreds or even thousands of years. Anastarian was old, but he was not at the end of his life in just twenty years.

"Former kings? Is Kyle in power now? ”

"Hmm." Sylvanas nodded slightly, "A few days before the old king died, His Royal Highness Kael'thas was recalled to Silvermoon City. Two days after the proclamation of His Highness Kael'thas as the next king of Quel'Salas, His Majesty Anastarian died. ”

It seems that the old man has already anticipated his own death, huh? Carl thought to himself, touching his chin. Anastarian gave himself the impression of being amiable, but Carl, who was familiar with the game, knew that Anastarian in the game was anything but like this, and the old king he knew was more mysterious than in the game.

"Forget it, the old man seems to have been prepared. Now that he's gone, there's no need for me to stay in this hellish place. Let's go back to the Tower of the Windrunner. ”

Sylvanas hesitated and looked to the north of Silvermoon City.

The commander of the Scourge Legion, the Death Knight Arthas, has been reduced to ashes, the deputy commander Tikdios and the Frost Grief have died a tragic death, and the remaining Anubrak and Kel'thugad have fled in disarray, and the other is still a pile of rotten bones. The Lich King's commander in Azeroth was almost completely wiped out. The remaining Scourge soldiers quickly fled south under the orders of the Lich King.

The voices of people gradually sounded from the north of Silvermoon City, and the mages and nobles who were hiding in the sunwell finally determined that the terrifying Scourge Legion had been defeated. They roared and rushed out of the portal, scrambling to show their 'bravery'.

A hint of determination and sadness flashed in the Ranger General's eyes, and he turned his head. Met with her lover's concerned and almost pleading gaze, she sighed and finally nodded in agreement.

"Let's go." Carl pulled up the frost sorrow and picked up an urn on the ground, "Wherever the Scourge legion passes, the evil power will erode all the creatures and land around it, let Kyle deal with the affairs of Silvermoon City, I believe he can handle it properly." ”

"Without the consent of the master, he secretly burdens others. This is not the courtesy of a gentleman—"

The sudden sound stopped Carl and Sylvanas from their steps.

Dressed in ornate magical robes, Kael'thas stepped out of a burst of glittering light.

"Welcome home, Carl!"

"Tell me what's going on, I'm busy!"

Karl's straight tone made Kael'thas smile wryly. How could he not have known that Carl was expressing his displeasure - any man who saw his woman almost killed after being thrown by a group of big men in front of a horrible army would probably be as angry as Carl.

"Karl - you should know, father, he ...... After leaving, I had just sat on the throne, the parliament and the nobility...... They ......"

Karl waved his hand to stop his explanation:

"It doesn't matter what the reason is. Kyle, if you're still a friend and a brother to me, don't let Sylvanas get involved in all that dirty politics anymore. I wouldn't let her get involved in those 'masters' fights again, and I wouldn't mind talking to him personally if anyone dared to attack her again. ”

"We can ...... this later"

"I'm not asking for instructions, I'm notifying!" Carl didn't give Kael'thas a chance to argue at all, "Kyle, I know that as a king, you can't do a lot of things according to your feelings. But this time, you powerful mages have left a woman in Silvermoon City to face the undead Scourge Legion alone. Heh--this kind of thing is only done by these so-called High Elves! ”

Carl's map cannon upset Kael'thas a little. Despite the loss of many, as the oldest and noblest of the elves, they still have a pride in their blood, a pride that comes from their bones. But Kael'thas could not refute Karl's words, and all justifications pale in the face of the facts

-- Do you want to make your own mages prefer to concentrate all their efforts and protect the Well of the Sun with all their might, rather than a main city? Silvermoon City is the glory of Quel'Thalas, but the Well of the Sun is the lifeblood of Quel'Thalas.

There is no doubt about the choice that should be made, especially for mages who rely entirely on the Well of the Sun for their survival and power.

As for the rangers - in front of the mages who like to dress flamboyantly and have perfect manners, the rangers who wander through the woods are simply a bunch of hillbillies. If it weren't for the need for the rangers to stand in front of the trolls, it is estimated that the contradiction between the two would have erupted long ago. Just like the conflict between the nobles and commoners of the Night Elf Empire 10,000 years ago.

Mage - is the most revered and glorious profession of the High Elves.

"You can't impose your thoughts on Sylvanas, if you love her, you should follow her wishes......"

"What Carl said was what I wanted to say. I beg your pardon, Your Majesty - I am feeling a little tired. Sylvanas bowed slightly, "I hope this disaster will wake up those who are indulging in a life of ease, and I believe that under your leadership, Quel'Salas will once again be glorious." ”

What else can Kael'thas say.

The new king of Quel'Salas nodded bitterly:

"Since this is your decision, then I can only bless you. Sylvanas Windranger, thank you for all you have done for Quel'Thalas. I always welcome you back to your post if ......"

"No ifs!" Carl interrupted Kael'thas almost rudely again, and this time even Sylvanas was a little overwhelmed and gave him a hard wink.

"Kyle, I'll tell you the truth. Azeroth was destined for many disasters, and the entire world, whether it was the Eastern Kingdoms we live in now, or Kalimdor, ruled by the Night Elves and other races, would be embroiled in one chaos after another. I don't want Sylvanas to be used as a blade in their struggle, and I don't want her to be hurt by it. I warn you again, if you want to play some bad idea, don't blame me for turning my face! ”

Arthas's stab at Sylvanas was still in front of him, and Karl still had a lingering fear when he remembered it - if it hadn't been for his own whim, he went to Northrend. With the help of Azeroth, he regained his memory and strength......

Think of Sylvanas being killed by Arthas and then resurrected as a banshee...... Karl's heart froze. (To be continued.) )