The wind at night was icy and biting.

The moon rises, and Kael'thas returns to the snow-capped mountains of Alterac with deep despair.

He was received by a paladin in new armor.

"Your Highness Princess, No, Her Majesty the Queen is guiding the people to Kalimdor in Lordaeron."

With a silver hammer in hand, Tirio, who had been reappointed as commander, asked:

"Are you going to meet her?"

It's bitterly cold, and Kael'thas has never been so cold as it is now.

He had heard about Lordaeron, but he couldn't get the heart to go there anymore.

"I can't change it, what else can I do?"

With that, Kael'thas took over Solan Liane's elven troops, and walked towards Hinterland in a lonely way.

Tirio watched the elves leave.

The paladin's eyes flashed with worry and regret, but he didn't do anything.

He is now the commander of Lordaeron and is tasked with guarding the people who remain in Lordaeron and Alterac.

After years of getting along, a rift arose between humans and elves for the first time.

Kael'thas made such a big effort just so that humans could not abandon the elves.

But he failed, and the moment Akmund appeared, he was a complete failure. No matter what you do, it is meaningless in the face of that great power.

The shadow of defeat condensed in the bottom of his heart, and his heart was dripping blood.

Along the way, no one spoke

These elves, quietly accompany their prince. Maybe just to remove a trace of the shadow in his heart.

He had only the company of these clansmen by his side.

Only these people will be selflessly loyal to him

However. Kael'thas is still hesitating.

The astral sorcerer who followed behind him was strange to him

The most loyal person all time. Why help humanity escape?

"Your Highness, we may be able to investigate the plague."

Aurelia broke the silence with a sudden voice.

Kael'thas told the line to stop, then looked at the woman.

"Your Highness, as we passed through the Hills of Hillsbrad today, I noticed that the remnants of the plague did not seem to have any effect on our elves."

The ranger bowed and replied:

"Just in case, we might be able to retrieve some samples to determine its threat."

Her proposal woke Kael'thas up.

Plague - the agent of change in the tide of war.

This thing must not explode among the High Elves.

Kael'thas immediately suspended his plans to travel to Hinterland. Start walking towards the Hillsbrad Hills.

Those undead who have been transformed by human civilians cannot pose a threat to the elves of all advanced strength.

The air was filled with a pungent rancid stench, and the elves used fire to banish the undead, searching from village to village for the source of the plague.

These actions caught the attention of Alsace, who had returned to the land.

Some Death Knights were ordered to deal with these elves.

But these newborn death knights. Before he even touched the team, he was dealt with by Salorian, who was holding Queldra.

The saint-level warrior took the holy sword and leaped deftly among the undead, and the sense of horror even surpassed that of Mograine.

Alsace extinguished his mind.

He stood in the darkness far away, carefully observing the elves' movements.

Hellfire and the giant figures of the phoenix opened the way ahead, and the flames burned the grassland.

"No, no"

For some reason, the ice shattered where Darkan was staying suddenly trembled.

"Arthas, go a little ahead, go a little ahead, I want to see the prince with my own eyes!!"

Arthas frowned.

He didn't dare to act indiscriminately about such a dangerous thing.

But soon the order from Naozu was given, and Arthas could only carefully hide his breath and test his way forward from the dark forest.

After passing through several villages, he finally reached the location where Kael'thas could be seen.

The handsome prince rode a white chocobo. Surrounded by all the elves.

It's like a painting

But this is not the case in Darkan's eyes. …,

Without the restraint of his body, his soul power has increased greatly, but what he sees at this moment is an elf shrouded in golden light.

"No, it can't be!!"

His voice trembled, and he was a little heterogeneous with fear

"What did they do! How could this be successful!! ”

His roar didn't reach the air, but it made the bodies of the undead around him shake and their bones rattle.

Arthas was a little confused.

"Is there something wrong?"

He couldn't help asking.

"Nothing is right! Damn, it must be Mephites that old guy hiding his breath! ”

Darkan gritted his teeth, but there was still fear in his voice:

"If I had known, I wouldn't have been looking for any dark energy."

Unfortunately, the old mage's voice was gone—he didn't trust the Death Knight.

No matter how much Alsace asked, he did not answer.

It was only in the cage above the glacier that Darkan spoke to his trusted companion.

"Prince Kael'thas will be the biggest obstacle to our plans."

Of course, no one else knows about this.

Hillsbrad Hills. The elves finally found a bottle of plague water in a village that had not yet been broken.

The bottle was thrown into the well by the demon and happened to be protected by the well water.

With the plague in hand, Kael'thas and the others re-ascended the mountain and headed for Hinterland.

As the altitude increases, the fragrance of the forest at night dispels the rancid stench of the undead.

After abandoning their mounts, the spirits leap freely through the trees.

The freedom and casualness that comes from nature give their tired hearts a short break.

Didn't go to the territory of the Brute Hammer Dwarves. After letting a few elves take the plague first to the small town of Queldani, Kael'thas arrives at Cynsalo.

The old capital of this troll. It still retains its ancient style, with broad-leaved trees scattered among them.

Magic lanterns illuminate the roads in the streets. Kael'thas went all the way up.

At the top, Sariel, who had scrambled up, and an old troll lay on the ground.

Kael'thas looked at the two men silently.

"You seem to already know the situation."

He spoke up.

From the actions of the two, Kael'thas learned the answer.

"We elves have been plunged into darkness, and now it's your turn to give a choice."

Saril and the old troll trembled.

"Your Highness, we will follow your will as always."

They instantly replied in the affirmative.

Kael'thas silently pressed them, but the two men did not say anything remorseful.

"Even if I want you to die?"

He continued to ask...... The old troll hesitated.

But Sariel was still sure:

"Yes."

Her answer made the old troll finally say yes.

Look at the two trolls trembling under their feet. Kael'thas finally regained a hint of blood.

It seems that some of the decisions made in the past have borne fruit.

"Our elves are retreating, Sariel, and have your trolls go north to help."

Kael'thas said in a quiet voice:

"Get the elves away from Quel'Salas as quickly as possible, that's your job."

"This is your best chance to get the approval of the elves."

He wasn't worried about the trolls mutiny.

These trolls are too weak. The stakes for defection are enormous - and there are no stupid trolls to think of.

Without the protection of the elves, it would be impossible for these trolls to live in peace in Hinterland.

Now that she has made her choice, Saril is bound to follow through on that decision.

Kael'thas got the two up and began to instruct them to prepare the ship.

After the explanation, he left Cinsalo again.

As he left, Kael'thas glanced earnestly at the old troll, Karma.

This troll priest standing beside Sariel is the one who will change the fate of their race.

Years later, the old troll had long since become gray-haired and had dull skin.

He resigned himself to standing half a step behind Sariel, not daring to resist the leader. …,

That's good

As long as Salil maintains her rule. Kael'thas would be more comfortable with trolls.

Stepping out of Sinsaro, Kael'thas paused in a corner of the forest.

Two elves emerged from the darkness and knelt down towards him.

"Tell me, why they're so afraid of me."

Kael'thas asked.

He wondered why the two trolls were so nervous when they met.

And the answer, as he expected...... After the elven prince was gone, Saril and Karma returned to their council chamber.

After dispersing the guards, the two of them bypassed the main seat behind them and saw a Doomsday Guard dead on the ground.

"Bastard. These damned demons will tempt us before His Highness comes down. ”

Saril stomped the demon's chest a few steps.

"His Highness Kael'thas should know, but thankfully he didn't blame"

Karma wiped her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned to the young leader:

"But kill this demon, okay? We can't afford Akmund's wrath. ”

"Anger?"

Sariel's eyes flickered, revealing a sneer:

"Send such a miscellaneous soldier, they don't take us seriously at all."

Instead, she glared at Karma.

"Why did you pause when Your Highness asked a question just now?"

Sariel scolded in annoyance:

"Do you want us all to finish?"

Karma took a step back, then bowed her head in some trepidation.

"No, it's just that Your Highness's question is too scary"

He then began to argue that the old troll did not want his few people to be slaughtered again.

However, Saliel quickly interrupted him.

"No matter what His Highness says, it is more appropriate and reliable to follow him than anyone else."

There was an invisible glint in her eyes, and then she affirmed:

"In this world, no one will treat us like His Highness, and the experience of these years has confirmed this"

"As for the demons."

Salil looked down at the corpse at her feet, and said with a mockery on her face:

"The wars of the ancients are proof that they have nothing to offer but destruction." RS

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