Back at the Hellfire Fortress, the moon is gradually entering dusk. Come on,.!

As dawn approached, Kael'thas finished his breakfast and discussed his future plans with Solanlian.

The elves need to occupy the Hellfire Peninsula for a short time to find time for the next challenge, and this matter does not require special attention from Kael'thas.

So he had some free time to deal with other things.

After the dawn, Kael'thas picked out some eagles and walked towards the Dark Gate. He had told them to go to Quel'Thalas, and he wouldn't break his promise.

As they pass by the Magical Mecha on the way, the Seekers set up several small tents underneath the Mecha that intrigued Kael'thas.

But he didn't plan to go over when he saw Passaren leading a group into a frenzied discussion, and handing over the magic mecha to them should produce great results.

Dark Portal.

Simple defenses have been built around this magnificent portal, and thousands of guards have entered the cautious patrol.

It's good to do this at the moment, and in case of an accident, it's enough to support the legion.

Again without bothering the guardians with their work, Kael'thas led the eagle through the Dark Portal.

"Your Highness!"

No sooner had they teleported to the Cursed Lands than a group of elves ran up and saluted.

The portal of this world has been guarded accordingly, and the Watchweek has increased the number of entries.

"Send them to Karazan, where they know what to do."

Kael'thas handed the eagle body into the elves, and commanded carefully.

In fact, in addition to this group of eagles, Karazan also happened to arrive at a new group of eagles and rushed towards the dark gate.

After sending them away, Kael'thas wanted to turn around and go back to Draenor, but he suddenly noticed that the soldier god standing outside the dark gate was looking around cautiously, and he couldn't help but wonder.

"Demons have been attacking lately?"

He stopped and went to ask the guards.

And the answer he got surprised him even more.

The demons are not coming, but the Night Elf Warden has launched several raids recently.

They didn't hurt the elven guards, so they kept stalemate and couldn't break through, otherwise according to their white spoon strength, these guards would not be able to resist at all.

Kael'thas almost forgot about Mavi.

The caretaker's obsession was not ordinary horror, and if she didn't handle it well, sooner or later she would be tempted to break in through a fight.

The reason why he didn't do it now may be more because Mavi wasn't ready to put herself completely on the enemy side of the Blood Elves.

She's smart enough to know that getting blood on her hands can make things go bad.

“”

Kael'thas admires her intelligence and decides to give her a chance.

He asked the guards about the time of the Night Elf's attack, but no one could give a specific answer. Kael'thas sensed from the fluctuation of his feathers that the Warden was not far away, and he waited patiently.

However, the process was slower than he had imagined, and Mavi did not make any move until a new group of eagles arrived with the elves escorting them.

As soon as Kael'thas took command of the Eagle Body, he asked them to send an invitation to the Night Elves.

Mavi and the others rushed over.

Their white-spooned weapons were dripping with blood, and their clothes were scratched, as if they had just fought a battle.

"You fought the demons?"

Kael'thas asked strangely.

The demons that remained in the Cursed Lands were the only ones who could cause trouble to the Keepers, and the Night Elves had helped before the elves had done anything to solve it.

"Who are you, Your Royal Highness the White Spoon Prince?"

However, Mavi glanced coldly at Kael'thas and looked around.

She didn't see the identity of the child in front of her at all.

"I'm Kael'thas, Mavi."

Our white spoon protagonist reminds her with a smile.

This attitude of the caretaker made Kael'thas feel a lot more at ease.

That's the normal attitude!

Mavi's gaze refocused on him.

Her eyes widened, and it took her half to determine Kael'Thas from a familiar tone.

"What kind of prank are you playing again?"

Then, Mavi's attitude became even colder.

She scolded unceremoniously:

"Don't think that you can be unscrupulous if you master the transformation, as long as you give me time, I can also find you out!"

There are many types of magic in the world that can change shapes, so Mavi didn't doubt Kael'thas at the moment.

She's like this, and Kael'thas naturally won't explain it.

He smiled:

"You want to go through the Dark Door?"

"Hmph, I said I wouldn't let you go."

Mavi snorted coldly and nodded:

"You and Illidan are over there, do you still want us not to chase after us?"

Her answer was a matter of course.

Kael'thas acknowledged the existence of that game, and naturally he will no longer deny it, but the situation has changed a little now.

He didn't want Mavi to step in the battle of Draenor.

If you can, it's best to let Mavi stay in this world.

"You just said you could pull me out, whatever I become?"

Kael'thas had a flash of inspiration and looked up with interest:

"Then why don't we make a small change for the time being?"

Mavi's face immediately sank.

"Again and again, do you think I'll still grant your request?"

She gritted her teeth, and the silver sè instantaneous was like a piece of cold ice emitting sharp aura:

"Don't ask me again!"

Kael'thas has been marked with a big red sè in her heart, and she continues to endure that it is not Mavi's personality.

But this time Kael'thas was confident that he would convince her again.

"It's not a requirement, you'll definitely agree."

He rolled his eyes and smiled lightly:

"Because if you promise, you can avoid all the elves and go after me directly."

This is the weapon of mass destruction.

Without the other Blood Elves in their way, Mavi and her watchers will become more Ziyou.

The Night Elves glanced at each other a few times.

"The heroine enters, this is very good."

Nessa walked up to Mavi and reminded:

"Anyway, don't suffer, it's better to listen to what he has to do."

Mavi's face began to loosen.

"What do you want to do?"

Then she asked.

And Kael'thas gave a simple advice, which was to tell the Watchers to give up the dark door.

"I will act in this world with a different appearance than before, and I will not bring hunger around me, and I may also bring a few little ones who are not threatening."

"You can just come and chase me."

When he said this, he had no idea how lethal a word would be to Mavi.

"You say playing?"

Mavi's whole face was red with anger:

"You're treating our white spoon work as a play? Giggles"

She laughed angrily, her laughter was crisp, but terrifying.

"Okay, we'll play with you, but how can you be sure you're not lying?"

"If you continue to stay in that world, won't we be fools?"

Kael'thas thought for a moment.

"Three deaths, I will prove it to you within three years."

He assured:

"If I don't do anything to make you aware of it, I'll take the initiative to open the door of darkness to you."

"Okay."

The conversation was successful.

Mavi angrily left with the caretaker, and Kael'thas breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't lie to Mavi, because there was still a silver dragon in this world, and that body had been gathering power in Azeroth for a long time, just enough to use the caretaker as a pastime.

Draenor would have gone a lot better without the Night Elves making trouble.

"Let's go too!"

After losing sight of Mavi in the Cursed Lands, Kael'thas returns to Draenor with the new Harpy.

For the rest of his life, he was dealing with Draenor matters.

- In the same day, the undead led by Sylvanas entered Stratholme.

After the kings of the alliance made a big fuss and left, the city was left without a lord.

Sylvanas, with her strength and strength, rightfully took over the undead and took over the Lord's House.

"Your Majesty, there is no other force in Lordaeron that can stand in your way."

Pharmacist Faraniel led the crowd in celebration.

They don't need food, so they don't have any celebrations.

Silvanna caressed the wrath of the stars, her face showing no undue joy for success.

"Is Varimatsas really dead?"

She asked, keeping her composure.

In her impression, this Dreadlord was more cunning than the others, and it was hard to believe that he would die so easily.

"No need to worry, Your Majesty."

Another mage who was braving the spiritual fire said in a deep voice:

"We've examined the body, and it's Varimassas."

Faranier nodded, and then added:

"I've confirmed the identity of the attackers from other accounts, who are the kings and rulers of the Alliance."

"It would be even stranger if Varimassas could escape under them."

Sylvanas recalled with a frown.

She didn't have much memory of the Alliance, but as Faranire had said, there wasn't much suspense about the elite recruits sent by the Historic Alliance to deal with the Dreadlord.

She let go of her heart.

"Pamela, go and carry the coffin into my room and place it for the time being."

Sylvanas ordered the little skeleton beside her.

The little skeleton really blinked its fiery eyes.

"I see!"

Pamela said cheerfully, and ran out the door.

Her tiny body seemed so weak to the rest of the world, it was hard to imagine how far she could grow in the future.

Is this the right thing to do? 】

Sylvanas looked at Pamela's back, a little worried about whether she and the Silver Dragon were doing the right thing.

In this war-torn world, can a small skeleton get anything but sadness?

She Bi Jing is not a god.

So Sylvanas didn't see the little possibility hidden in the little skeleton.

The Silver Dragon does not do meaningless actions.

Even Kael'thas couldn't comprehend the secrets of that body, the magical bloodline would guide his actions, and even he didn't realize that the silver dragon was a little different from his usual life.

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