I used to think that I could change everything, change what should have been a tragic fate, so that the brilliance of Quell Sellas would not be swallowed up by the darkness, so that the elves would not endure the pain of losing the sunwell, and that the female elf who was facing the fate of death could escape the cycle of fate. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But I was wrong! I couldn't save anyone, not even myself, who was thrown into the darkness to pay for my own inadequacy.

......

20 years of the Dark Gate

A tidal wave of corpses poured towards Quel'Thalas, hideous ghouls, flying gargoyles, and abominations stitched together from corpses. Even though the warriors defending the city fought bloodily, the fall of Silvermoon City was inevitable after losing the magical barrier that protected Silvermoon City.

Hugh Belmont raised his staff, the magic crystal set at the tip of the staff glowing purple, magic flowing through his blood, forming deadly magic through his staff.

In the purple glow emitted by the staff, dozens of fist-sized purple balls of light surrounded him, Belmont pointed the staff forward, and the purple balls of light rushed towards the undead like a tidal wave.

The purple ball of light formed by the magic power exploded, shattering more than a dozen natural calamity undead. Belmont then pointed his staff towards the sky, and a purple ray shot out of the crystal, knocking down a gargoylee in the sky that was swooping down on him.

However, none of this makes any sense, there are too many, too many of the cataclysmic undead who have rushed into the city. Until now, Belmont has not had much magic left, because of his own insistence, after becoming an official mage, he has not used the power of the sunwell, and has long since broken off the connection with the sunwell.

Now, his magic wasn't even strong enough for him to open a portal back to Dalaran.

But, what's the use of going back to Dalaran.

Belmont leaned his staff against a wall, looking dejectedly at the city that was on the verge of destruction, all of which was just the beginning of a year of disaster to come. Ever since he heard that Prince Alsace of Lordaeron had returned from Northrend, he had returned to Quel'Thalas, but no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he had prepared beforehand, what was supposed to happen always happened.

He witnessed the Ranger General Sylvanas being killed by Arthas, the current Death Knight and future Lich King. It was useless to prepare for Darkan's betrayal, and as he says it goes, Darkan Drahir finally gets information about the Sunwell from Lotherma Theron, and it was his betrayal that destroyed Silvermoon's magical barrier that could have kept the Scourge from invading.

"Hugh, are you alright?" Lotherma chops down a ghoul that pounces on Belmont to the ground, and walks over to Belmont's side. At this moment, after a series of bad news about the death of the general and the fall of the city, his face was full of loneliness and frustration, as well as a deep sense of despair.

"Ahem," Belmont was now exhausted by the massive loss of mana, and the air was covered with the dirt magic of the Scourge, he didn't dare to use the arcane torrent to restore his magic, so he could only continue to squeeze his potential and fight until now.

"Lotherma, I'm fine, it's just that my mana is overused." Belmont gasped, looking at the face of despair on the face of the future regent of Sindora in front of him, and said to him, "The fall of Silvermoon City is inevitable, phew, now, how is the evacuation of the clansmen?" ”

"The old man and the young child have all left through the portal in your house, and the soldiers who remain in the city are still fighting soldiers."

"yes, ahem, okay, let the more seriously injured soldiers leave first." Belmont grabbed Lotherma's hand and struggled to her feet, "Preserving the continuation of the race is the only thing we can do now. ”

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault." Lotherma couldn't stop crying at this time, he looked at the ruined battlefield around him, grabbed his head with both hands, and said to himself in pain, "I should have listened to you, I should have listened to you, I shouldn't have believed that traitor in Darkan, it's all my fault, it's all my fault......"

"That's enough, Theron." Belmont tugged at his collar and said to him sentence by sentence, "It's none of your business, no one but me has ever suspected that Darkan villain, and no one is entitled to remove a lord from his right without proof." ”

"So, it's not your fault. It can only be said that fate has chosen to make us Quel'Salas accept this catastrophe, and now, you are the commander of the rangers, and it is up to you to protect our people after General Sylvanas leaves. ”

"Do you want our people to become filthy monsters?"

Belmont pointed at the ghoul who had been killed by Lotherma and yelled at him.

"Now cheer me up, your troops are still waiting for you to command, and our people are still waiting for you to protect. If even you, a soldier of the army, choose to give up on yourself, then who else can our people protect? Or do you want to evade your responsibilities? ”

Lotherma looked at Belmont, then slapped the hand that grabbed him by the collar.

"I see, Hugh."

"This is my mistake, but also my responsibility, and I will not run away from it. The general is gone, and I will take up her duties. ”

"It's up to me to protect our people."

Looking at Lotherma, who was reinvigorated in front of her, Belmont sighed tiredly. Fate may not be able to change it, but at least, it gives him a foreseeable future. In his memory, the future Lord Regent would lead the remnants of the elves to restore the glory of Silvermoon City, allowing the elves of Quel'Thalas to recuperate.

Since fate cannot be changed, then let the future follow the original trajectory, at least so that he will not be really powerless.

"Well, you're now leading everyone you can to leave through the portal I left at home. Alsace is aiming for the Sunwell, and will not pay attention to the remnants of our army. ”

Belmont turned to look at the Rangers who were still fighting, and continued to speak to Lotherma.

"Lead the rest of the rangers away, and wait for Prince Kael'thas to return, leaving the people with enough strength to keep them safe"

"I see." Watching as she endured pain and despair, Lotherma turned to command her Ranger troops. Belmont breathed a sigh of relief, the future is not going to get worse. Six years later, even the prince was betrayed by the devil, and the regent, who was able to continue to lead the elves of Quel'Salas to survive in this troubled world, must not be buried with this city facing destruction.

But can't the future really change?

Belmont's eyes flashed with a gleam.

Even if it is a big event, such a small thing can always be changed!

Anyway, Darkan, you are destined to be killed, I will let you die in Silvermoon City first, didn't you betray this city, then you will be buried for this city.